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“I had my memories taken, Kyrin. I cheated,” I say, now that we’re toe-to-toe. “And aside from that, it’s all I’ve known. Pain. Hurt. Anguish. Neglect. This place, though…” I look around, shivering as I take in the cool stone walls, open fireplace with dust build up inside of it and neglected kitchen. “So bad.”
My eyes come back to Killian, who’s watching me carefully. “We tried to buy you at a show once, to save you. I remember what they did to you over those two days, Saskia, it came close to what I had to endure for the days I was here. We obviously didn’t know your name, didn’t know who you were, but I recognized you from the cabin.”
“You guys would have been fifteen?”
I do the math in my head. I didn’t have to question it. I never looked the same while in Patience. I was always dolled up. Made to look fake and plastic and artificial. There’s no way they would have thought I looked like the 8-year-old girl who left all those years before. Dressed in Barbie attire with a bedroom to match my dollhouse. All dolls had a dollhouse, and every dollhouse matched their room. When a doll would die, the house would be burned with the doll. Lilith was the leader of all the dolls, and rightly so, what with Kosta as her father.
I gulped, my eyes closing. “I don’t want to think about the last time I was here.”
The chaffing of the metal continued to bite into my flesh as my thighs ached to close. I didn’t want to be here, but I had to train. Kosta was very displeased with my performance, and he needed me more experienced. To be able to bend and stretch my body for long periods of time.
Someone walked in behind me, unlatching one hand and spreading it wide to attach to the other leg of the table. Now I was completely starfish, my ass in the air. Before I could protest, someone entered me from behind. Raw. Hot. I ached. I was dry, completely dry, so I screamed out in pain as the sting started to dissipate. It had only been one week since I had been taken by Kosta. One week. I was still inflamed by the brutality of him. He was upset. Upset that I couldn’t do something so simple as to keep my legs open for him. My i He continued. In and out. In and out. “You’re going to be punished for your weakness in the very place your kind resides, Little Doll.” I didn’t know who owned that voice. I didn’t care. I lost my self-worth the second Kosta raped me, now anything after is a wrinkled version of reality, warped and twisted. I looked up from watery eyes, directly at another boy opposite me. He was wearing a hoodie, covering his face. He was chained. Before I could think too much about him, I drifted off to sleep as the onslaught continued. “Do you know how many, Saskia?” I knew what Kyrin was asking. Tears built up in my eyes. “I don’t know. I fell asleep.” Killian shuffles so he’s beside me. Kyrin’s hand comes to my chin to tilt my head up to his. “Fifteen.” I choke out a cry, my hand covers my mouth. Tears slide down my face for the second time tonight and I can’t stop them. Pain takes hold in my chest as energy drains from my limbs. I feel vacant while my body feels occupied by people that didn’t belong in there. “You were fucking thirteen, Little Dragon…” Kyrin says softly. “Baby…” Killian whispers into my neck, his lips softly rushing over my flesh. “I’m here.” My eyes flash open to find Kyrin’s on mine. I can’t trust anyone, ever. No one. But for right now, I want to put my trust in Kyrin and Killian. Kyrin has displayed more emotions than I have ever, or would ever think he could, and now we share a common ground. This ground. The ground of this cabin. My mouth opens—but Kyrin’s phone starts blaring in his pocket and he reaches in, bringing it to his ear. “What’s wrong?” He hangs up his phone. “I’ll be back soon. They need my help.” “With?” I ask, though I’m not sure I really want the answer. Ky smirks. “Ever seen a face with no flesh?” I cringe. “Ew.” Kyrin chuckles. “I’ll try not to be too long.” When Kyrin leaves, I swallow past the pain that’s throbbing in my throat, my pulse increasing. I need to know. I need to understand. Before I can stop myself, I’m reaching up to Killian’s face. When my finger touches the curve of where his cheekbone meets his jaw, I stop breathing. “It hurts.” Killian steps forward, sucking my finger into his mouth as his other hand circles my lower back. “What do you want from me?” His lips come to mine, and I open for him as his tongue dips inside my mouth. My arm hooks around the back of his neck as I feel my tears roll down my cheek, falling from my lips. I pull back slightly, my heart aching and my vision blurring slightly. “I don’t care what they did to you, Saskia, I care what you feel.” My eyes squeeze closed. “I need to—this cabin.” His hand slips beneath my pants, the cushion of his thumb pressing against my clit. “I’ll kill them.” My mouth falls open, a soft moan slipping between my lips. “You have demons too.” He grips onto my waist and lifts me onto the table. The table that helped steal a piece of my soul. His hand dips beneath my top, removing it slowly. “True. I have many, but I wouldn’t be the devil I am today if I never got to commit the sins I did then.” His lips fall onto mine, and I open my mouth as he slowly removes my clothes, until I’m wearing nothing but my panties and bra. He licks his bottom lip, his eyebrows pulling in. “You’re going to fuck me on this table.” He leans up and takes a seat beside me, grabbing me by my hips and bringing me to his lap, so I’m straddling him. He breathes over my lips. “You’re going to use me to take back your control.” I sob into the crook of his neck, ru He hisses, biting down on my nipple. “Fuck. Make this quick because I don’t know how I’m not supposed to be rough with you.” I slide over his girth, my fingers flexing behind his neck. I clench around him like a vice, unwilling to release him as I draw out and slam myself back down. “Fuck, babe,” he whispers into the side of my ear as I bring myself up again and grind over him. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me roughly as he struggles with himself on where to put his hands. Finally, one hand is fisted in my hair as the other rests on the table beside him. I ride him hard, until the slapping of our bodies colliding amalgamates with the animalistic sounds that leave us both. He brings his palm to my mouth. “If you keep screaming that way, baby, I’m going to get you pregnant.” I’m about to bite his palm when my orgasm crashes into me in a vicious wave, threatening to drag my ass right out to sea. Killian releases my mouth, pressing another kiss to it. He’s gentle when he’s rough. He may fuck you within an inch of your life, but he’ll give you back a mile when he’s finished. I climb off his lap, and he watches me carefully. “What are you doing?” “Stand.” His face shifts as his eyes twinkle with mayhem. “Don’t get used to this. It’s a one-time thing.” “Hmmmm.” Killian does as he’s told, sliding off the table as his jeans and briefs fall to a pool at his feet. His cock is heavy in my hands, and thick. Angry. I graze the cushion of my thumb over his tip.