Chapter Nine
Helene
Eleven Years Ago
By the time he left my mouth, I was gasping, slobber was hanging from my lips, and I wanted to die. I didn’t want to die in the proverbial sense. I truly just wanted to die. I wanted it over. I needed for it to be over, because this kind of agony was turning me insane, and I could feel something unraveling inside myself with every passing second.
I’d been able to see Kane out of the corner of my eyes, and seeing his pain was like suffering my own twice. It added to my terror, it magnified my torture, and it was just plain devastating to see. He was on his knees, pleading with the man to stop. His hands were clasped together, and he was sobbing. I’d never seen Kane cry, let along sob without control.
He’d alternate from watching what was happening to me, to pleading with the man, to covering his eyes as though he couldn’t bear the sight another second. He’d groan as he’d ball his fists at his sides, but the man kept the muzzle of the gun to my head the entire time, and the helplessness Kane felt was obvious in the desperate look on his face.
And all I could think of was how much I wanted to die in the most literal sense of the word.
When the man shoved me to the floor, I landed on my hands and knees, gasping in front of Kane.
“Now you,” the man said to Kane. “Take your clothes off.”
Kane’s eyes flashed to mine, and his brow furrowed. When the man pointed the gun at my head, my fingers clutched into my hair as though I could protect my brain from a bullet with nothing more than my hands. Did I care if he put a bullet in my head?
Kane tightened his hands into fists again, but he started pulling his clothes off moments later as he growled through gritted teeth. I looked down at the ground then, refusing to watch. I didn’t want to see this. I didn’t want to see him. Not like this, not in this place, not with this man. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I knew he was naked when Kane’s movements stopped, but I still refused to look over at him. He inched close to me, and he wrapped an arm around me, bowing his head to my shoulder as I hugged my knees.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” the man said.
I peeked up at the stranger, and he was staring at me.
“Don’t you know it’s rude not to return the favor?” he asked me. “He ate your pussy. You think his dick is gonna get hard on its own?”
When I didn’t move, he crouched down, smiling at me.
“If his dick’s not hard, he can’t fuck you? And if he can’t, that means I will. Are you catching on, sweetheart?”
His arousal was hard between his legs as he crouched in front of me, and my eyes glanced at it. I had to stifle the vomit that wanted to erupt from my throat, and I swallowed it down. My mind was trying to go places I didn’t want it to go. I didn’t want him inside me. That couldn’t happen, but even as I tried to force the horror of that thought from my brain, it would seep its way into my mind anyway.
“Please don’t do this to her?” Kane begged. “She’s a virgin. She’s not—”
“Even better,” the stranger cut Kane off.
Kane went silent, and when I finally looked over at him, he was just gaping at the monster in front of us, as though shocked the stranger had so little care for such things that Kane couldn’t even wrap his head around it. Kane let out a defeated sigh as his body slumped, and he shook his head sadly.
“I suggest you do your best to get your body to cooperate, because her virginity is not a concern of mine in any way and I’ll gladly take it from her if you’re not willing to play.” The monster stared straight at Kane as he spoke, and then he was quiet, letting his words sink in.
Kane nodded his head tensely, and I whimpered. Kane leaned over to my ear. “Look at me,” he whispered.
I turned to look at him, and my tears fell as I saw the hopelessness in his expression.
He reached for my cheek. “We’re going to do everything he says.” He nodded. “Do you understand?”
I nodded. When he leaned to my face, he kissed me gently on the forehead. Hadn’t I been daydreaming about what his lips would feel like on my skin just an hour or two before? Why did it feel like it was so long ago?
When Kane pulled back from me, he studied my eyes, swallowing harshly over a lump. “This isn’t your fault. I did this to us,” he whispered.
I shook my head, my mouth pulling back in a pained grimace as my lips trembled. When he released my cheek, he reached for my farthest hand, pulling my body toward him. “Come here,” he said.
I crawled between his legs, curling up against his chest for a moment.
The stranger laughed. “Get that dick in your mouth. I’m getting bored.”
I pulled back from Kane, finally glancing down between our bodies.