Page 54 of London Has Fallen
“I’ll fucking kill you!” My eyes widen at the sound of Cronos’s voice. He’s dragged into the room by four men, fighting with everything he has until his gaze meets mine. He freezes at the sight of me, his eyes wide and filled with horror. “Aida,” he whispers brokenly. I gasp as the guards drag him further into the room to make room for another to enter flanked by the triplets.
The sinister smile on his face is pure evil. I make sure Costa can see the hatred I feel for him all over my face. Unlike the other robed figures he wears a plain black suit that fits him like a second skin, the sight of him in a suit tells me this is why Artemis doesn’t dress like a headmaster because he doesn’t want to appear anything like his father. Costa moves toward me with a sparkle in his eye.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Cronos roars. Costa peers back over his shoulder and nods to his men. Two of them land blows to his face and stomach. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out for them to fucking stop. He looks like a dark angel in his black jeans and black hoodie with his hair a tousled mess on his head. I look at the triplets thinking they will help their brother but when I spot Ares sporting a busted lip and Apollo clutching his side I know they must have faced the same treatment.
Costa perches his fat ass on the edge of the bed beside me and smiles when I try to shift as far from him as my restraints will allow. He reaches out and glides his fingers down the column of my throat and pauses between the swell of my breasts. I breath through my nose trying to tamper the disgust rolling through me. Without any hesitation he skates his hand the remainder of the way down my body and cups my pussy, I snap my head to the side and my gaze collides with Cronos. Tears fill his eyes and I know he isn’t seeing me, this is what happened to his Aida and he is being forced to watch it happen again to a girl who forced him to let her in and made him care. I ignore the feeling of Costa’s finger prodding at my entrance as I focus on Nos.
“I’m not her,” I whimper as he plunges a finger inside me.
“I can’t!” Adonis snaps as he stumbles back a step. I cut a glance to three of them. Each of them stare at me with regret, humiliation for their part in this and guilt.
“I’m so sorry,” Ares mouths as he closes his eyes unable to stomach the sight of his father fingering me. I turn back to Cronos needing him to distract me from what is happening. The four guards release him and focus on me, the hunger in each of their gazes has bile rushing up my throat. The lights cut out and Costa withdraws his finger from inside me.
“What the fuck happened?” he barks. I can hear the sound of footsteps and the guards barking orders for one of them to check the breaker. Rather than focus on them I take the time to train my mind, Pain is nothing but a second, it will go away, you just need to remember to shield your mind. I focus on the sound of my father’s voice and replay his words trying to build walls around my mind. They are going to break my body but I will not allow them to break my spirit.
I can’t.
When the lights come back on, I spot Cronos on the ground with two guards behind him, his hood is up now and the sight of him still in here brings me comfort. “No interruptions, I want this recorded,” Costa barks as he reaches for my pussy again.
“I’ll do it.” My eyes widen, as Costa freezes his movements and snaps his gaze to Cronos.
“You going to fuck the bitch so you can complete the last trial?” The anger in his tone is clear. He moves his head so only his eyes are visible beneath the hood and I want to cry at the sight.
“I agree to the terms of Sanctum in front of all the Godfathers, I will complete this trial.” Costa’s lip twitches but he says nothing as he pushes to his feet, then snarls when he looks down at me. The motherfucker spits right in my face, and it takes so much restraint that I didn’t know I had to keep my mouth shut. I watch as my dark angel pushes to his feet and shoulders his father on the way to me, my breaths come in fast and hard as the reality of what’s about to happen slams into me.
“This is out of turn, she is an heir and to compete not be the target of the trial,” some guy says to Costa.
“She has a cunt, she will never lead us and she should never have been given the opportunity to compete alongside my sons,” Costa claps back.
“She was to be given a fair chance,” another robe dude says. I tune out their conversation as he slowly climbs atop me and nestles himself between my legs, the material of his jeans chafes against my bare pussy. His gaze bores into mine as he rests his elbows on either side of my face and leans down to whisper in my ear.
“I’m so sorry, Omorfia.” I slam my eyes closed as the first tear falls.
Artemis
Cutting the power was easy, dragging Cronos out of a crowded room was fucking hard until I told him my plan. He knew it was the only way even if he hates it. I can’t let them do this to her. I can’t kill them so this is the only way I know how to keep her safe.
Switch places with my twin so it’s me inside her.
“I’m so sorry, Omorfia,” I whisper in her ear, shame like I have never felt before slams into me when I feel her tear land on my cheek. I pull back and look down at her, her hair is cut and she is bare beneath me, this trial is designed to break men, it broke my brother and me when I refused to rape Aida. I’ve spent the past two hours since I’ve seen her convincing myself I’m not raping her because she asked for it to be me. Without it being spelled out for her, she already knew what was to come front this trial.
“Come on, boy, fuck the whore,” Costa shouts. London slowly blinks her eyes open and stares up at me with a look of…fear. That is a look I never thought I would ever see in her eyes, yet I am the one to put that look there.
“I wish there was another way,” I whisper.
“I’m going to kill them.” I nod.
“I’ll help,” I say quietly as I reach between us and begin to undo my jeans. Her body stiffens and I hate myself more than I ever thought possible. Self-loathing isn’t something new for me, especially after what happened last time in this room. This time it’s different because the person strapped to the bed is someone I care about and there isn’t a fucking thing I can do about it to save her. I’m about to do something to her that I can never take back or change. What is about to happen is going to destroy the both of us for the rest of our lives. When my cock is free I have no choice but to pump it in my hand to get it up, if I don’t do this Costa will make sure he takes his time raping her and then passing her onto his men to take turns, just like he did with Aida.
I line my cock up with her entrance and she stiffens, tears flow freely from her eyes as she stares up at me with a blank look. “I hate you,” she sneers. I slam my eyes closed as I slowly push inside her, the sounds of her whimpers shred what was left of my soul to pieces. When I’m balls deep a sob works its way out of her, the laughter behind me makes me sick. I clasp her face between my hands and rest my forehead against hers.
“Open your eyes, baby.” She obeys but the look in her eyes kills me. “It’s just me, me and you, just us.” Her gaze flicks between mine for a second.
“Just us.”
I nod. “I’m so sorry, baby, I tried to save you from this but I failed.” Another whimper escapes her as I thrust inside her. I’ve never fucked a woman before and felt nothing. I continue to move inside her wanting to come as fast as I can so this can be over. Do you know how fucking hard it is to come when you aren’t even aroused or into the idea of having sex? The vacant look in her eyes as I continue to move inside her kills something inside me!
This strong beautiful fearsome woman has been reduced to nothing but a shell because of me. I did this. I broke her and destroyed what I had left of my soul in order to save the lives of my brothers. I would give anything for there to have been another way but killing Costa outright would mean certain death for myself and my brothers.