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Nixon and Riley jerk each other off, frantically stroking each other's cocks with their gaze fixed on the brothers fucking me. My cheeks flush, but whatever Nixon gave me is assisting me in not giving a fuck right now.I'm sure I'll care later, though.Nixon spins Riley around quickly, bending him over the back of the chair near the door. They wink at me as Nixon bends his knees and guides his cock to Riley's ass, shoving inside him in a single thrust that I am sure hurts, but Riley's face contorts into a grin of pleasure. Blade jerks my gaze back to him as he and Saint intensify their thrusts, slamming into my pussy hard and deep at the same time, stretching me wide and leaving a gaping hole from their cocks.

"You're being such a good girl, sinner," he says, his voice much calmer than earlier.

"Does it feel good?" Saint asks, peering over his brother's shoulder with hooded eyes.

When I don't answer right away, Blade's hand wraps around my throat, and his other hand reaches for his knife beside my head, making panic fill my darkened eyes.

"Fucking answer him, or I won't be sticking the handle of my fucking knife in your mouth this time." His angry tone is back, switching just like that, reminding me of a man quickly on the verge of losing his mind.

"Yes, it feels good," I lie, partly just to appease them, hoping to make this ordeal easier on myself.

"Good, it's about to feel even fucking better."

Both of them suddenly start fucking me faster, shaking the old, squeaky bed as they pound into me. Arousal and blood slide down the inside of my thighs as their cocks pulse inside of me, and my pussy starts to clamp around them in a vise grip. Nixon fucks Riley off to the side of me, slamming his cock into his ass, his hand grabbinghis throat from behind, turning his face bright red. His balls smack against his ass as he fucks him wildly, and they both seem to enjoy it.

The sight turns me on, causing my clit to throb even more. My back arches, and the brothers slowly slide out of my pussy, grinning at me as their eyes sparkle with mischief. Blade licks his lips, his grip on my throat still tight. Saint smirks and raises his brow before sucking his lip between his teeth. They both slam back inside of me, causing my upper body to lift off the bed and back away, but I’m trapped. Blade clamps down on my hips, their cocks destroying my pussy with each brutal thrust, enough to send me over the edge and soak them in my cum. A gush of hot liquid pours into me as both of them come, spilling their cum deep inside of me, grunting in ecstasy as their climax hits them harder than anything before.

Blade

Staring at Scarlett's limp body, still safely secured to the bed, I still can't get rid of the raging boner I've had since before we fucking ruined her. With the guys at the bar, I offered to stay behind and keep an eye on her, which I preferred anyway. Still naked, my eyes roam her body, burning the perfect image into memory since I'll no longer be able to see it once we kill her.If we can.

As I enter the room, I take a seat on the bed, making it dip right beside her head. Her eyes fling open, fear filling them as it has so many times before. She swallows hard when she sees my blade twirling in my hands, terrified of the hell I might cause.Let's be honest, I'm fucking afraid too.

"You're awake." Ismile at her, swiping my palm across the spot on her cheek where Nixon slapped her earlier.

"Um, yeah. I am," she says, her voice raspy from screaming. Her tits jiggle as she breathes, her perfect chest heaving with the deep breaths she takes.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I was just in a fight." Her cheeks are flushed as she tries to conceal how much she enjoyed it.But I know she liked it.

"You'll get used to it, sinner. I promise."

"You mean, it's going to happen again?" Her jaw drops, and all the hope in her eyes has vanished.

"Of course, but not always." I draw my knife across her throat, watching how slowly she swallows and enjoying how much her fear turns me on.

"How long am I going to be here for?"

"Oh, sinner. That I can't answer, cus I have no fucking idea."

"Well, what can you tell me?"

I lower my mouth to hers, my knife still pressed against her throat, as I snake my hand between her legs and slide my fingers into her pussy, wanting nothing more than to make her feel good... again.

"What I can tell you, sinner..." I pump my fingers quickly, causing her to arch her back off the bed, greedily pursuing my touch. "... is that nothing else matters other than this moment, because when we're finished, we have to fucking kill you."

twenty

Suck My Knife

Scarlett

Ihave been tied to the bed all night, helpless lying here as eachman comes in and takes his turn with me. They keep me doped up, giving me pill after pill so I can escape reality and let my mind take me anywhere. The bizarre thing is that none of them have physically hurt me; they have simply messed with my head and taken me against my will. The drugs they feed me make it impossible to say no to whatever they want to do, and by the time they wear off, I'm fed more, so the high never ends. My body hurts, the scars all over me are getting worse, and I can already feel the progression.

As I lay here, Blade's words repeat in my head—the ones about killing me—and I shiver, hitting my core deeply.I knew they'd kill me eventually, but I'm hoping I'll have enough time to convince at least one of them to set me free or at least not kill me. If they want me to join them, I will. I just don't want to die.

I look around the stone walls, the blood catching my eye again, but this time it does not frighten me. What scares me is the skull sitting on the table beside the bed I'm on thatwasn'there when they brought me in. I jerk my body and scoot back as much as I can for being restrained, fear shaking me like I'm having a fucking seizure.One of them told me Saint collects skulls. How fucking weird. Then again, all of these guys are weird.