It’s too much pain. Too much blood. Their vile seed clings to my thighs. I can feel it leaking out of me, mixing with my blood and tears on the tiles.
Hands are everywhere, touching, prodding, penetrating. It hurts. Everything hurts.
“Neon, baby.”
His face is there, right in front of me. His disgusting tongue, a tongue I’m feeling in places he has no right corrupting.
My beautiful pixie girl. Scream.
Scream.
Scream.
Please, stop.
“Neon. Look at me. Look at me!”
I can’t. I can’t open my eyes. He’s pulling me back, his angry fingers choking me. Smothering me. Killing me. Making me bleed.
He’s laughing. Cackling like a crazed beast while my blood stains his hands.
“Neon. Listen to me.”
More cackling. More maniacal shrieks of pleasure.
“Neon. It’s me, Ink. You need to listen to my voice. You’re safe. Okay? You’re safe.”
With every ounce of strength in me, I grabbed hold of the sound of his voice, refusing to let Slither’s laughs obliterate Ink’s pleas.
I opened my eyes, my chest rapidly rising and falling. I didn’t know if it was sweat or tears dripping down the sides of my face, my heart beating like a drum.
“Ink.” My lips quivered. “I’m scared.”
“It’s okay. Touch me.” He grabbed my face and cupped my cheeks, wiping at the tears with his thumbs. “Touch my back.”
With shaky hands and trembling fingers, I moved my arms from his neck to his back.
“You feel my scars? We’re the same, remember?” My fingers touched the welted skin, the rough patches and grooves of healed burns. “We’re the same, you and I. Our scars make us the same.”
I whimpered as more tears leaked from my soul. He kissed me again, this time harder, as if it was a desperate act to pull me back to him. To tear me away from the clutches of haunting memories that lurked in the corners of my mind, refusing to go away.
“I love you, Neon,” he whispered against my lips. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts to breathe when I’m not with you.”
More sobs erupted as his words tore through my thawed heart. And while still inside me, he started to move again. Rocking back and forth, slowly easing in and out.
“I’ve always loved you, since the first time I saw you. I’ve always been yours.”
My heart raced, and I flattened my palms on his back, allowing his scars to anchor me, to stop me from drifting away again. With every gentle thrust, Ink managed to reignite the fire, the flames, the undeniable connection between us—between our scars.
His rhythm picked up, his cock slipping into me, erasing every trace of the men who violated me from the inside out. With every kiss, every touch, and every inch he claimed, he healed the parts of me they destroyed.
“Let me keep your broken parts together, Neon.”
“Ink…”
Higher and higher, my body climbed, and I could feel the edge coming closer. With fingertips still tracing the rough ridges of his scars, I was finally able to grab hold of the connection between us, something to keep me from being carried away into nothingness. Something I refused to ever let go of again.
“Hold on to me.”