43. Olivia

Olivia

A nsel and Mose enter the house carrying three large pizza boxes and put them on the dining table, next to the potato salad Jasper and I made. Tyson made crispy onion rings.

“I thought you were making burgers?” I ask, confused, while I finish setting the table.

Mose puts on an apologetic face while Ansel shrugs. “Change of plans.”

Rueben puts a six-pack of root beer on the table. “I bet…” From the couch, Tyson and Jasper watch him intensely. Rueben’s eyes narrow to slits. “I’m sure Mose burned them.”

I give Mose a peck on the lips. “He’s doing the best he can. After all, cooking is not that easy, especially since he has little to no experience.”

Rueben rolls his eyes at me. “He’s Mose’s demon, for fuck’s sake. He should know how to make simple dishes, but he can’t even fry eggs without burning the kitchen.”

I press my lips together, not wanting to laugh with Mose present. Rueben is not wrong, but he shouldn’t be so direct. “You should be more considerate of your elders,” I say, and everyone gives me strange looks. “Well, Mose’s demon is older than dirt. He must have seen the Big Bang and the formation of our universe.”

Jasper can’t help himself and says, “His fart was the Big Bang.”

“Shit. Don’t give him beans! Who knows what will happen if he farts again,” Tyson continues the joke.

Mose joins the fun and burps. “Boom!” he says before wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around.

“You’re making me dizzy!” I squeal.

Mose only stops to tell me, “Love.” He still hates talking more than a few words at a time, but I don’t need long conversations to understand him. Or to care deeply about him.

I don’t even know when I stopped wanting to die or when I started living again. My heart is not fully healed; it will never be, but each day is better than the last. I never once dreamed of a life where I’m not only loved by Tyson but by four other men. Allowing myself to have feelings for them is hard, but one day, I’ll trust them not only with my body but with my heart as well.

For a long time, I thought that I’d never be able to be happy because of the agony I’ve been living in since Spencer. While that is true, I also came to realize that for a long time, I was scared that my father and Jason would take everything that I love away from me. It has been like this all my life. Each time I would receive something from my grandparents, Jason and my father would quickly snatch it away, especially if it was money. This is why Grandpa Jon set up a trust fund for me. At school, Jason would try to isolate me from other students. I had a hard time making friends, especially in middle school. It all changed when I met Camila. She never let Jason bully her. Maybe this is what made Jason have his friends target Camila the night of the party. I don’t even want to think what would have happened to her if I wasn’t there.

As long as Jason, my father, and Azael are still out there, those who I love are in danger. These days, I keep the daggers and a firearm nearby. Tyson and Rueben are positive that no one will find our new house, but Ansel and Mose’s constant vigilance has me on edge. Jasper is now the leader of the group, and he is busy making sure the cabin and the surrounding woods are safe, and this is most of his focus.

“Mose,” I whisper. It’s all I can say for now. One day, when all the threats have been eliminated, I will tell them how much they all mean to me. I already told Tyson that I love him again but I don’t think I can repeat those three words any time soon.

Despite all the shitty stuff they did to me, especially Tyson and Rueben, I can’t hate them, even if I try. Maybe it’s because I was always meant to be with all of them. The love I once had for Tyson is no more. It was immature and most of the time, impatient, as there had been moments when I wanted to be with him in ways I was not ready for yet. It’s better this way; back then, I was still living in my own world, thinking that once I finished high school, Tyson would take me away on a white horse or some shit like that. He was the first man who respected me and told me to love myself more than I loved him. That’s something I was never able to do because back then, I couldn’t imagine living without him. It’s why I made a deal with Jason to get him, Rueben, and Ansel out. The idea of Tyson, of any of them, locked in the facility, enduring the same things that 919 or Anton did, still causes me distress.

The feelings that are blossoming inside my heart now are much stronger than the ones from six years ago. I am not the same either. While I’m still discovering myself, I have now found my voice.

The others come close to Mose and me. Ansel steps behind me and kisses my neck. “How about we eat and then have some fun?” he proposes.

Looking over my shoulder, I ask, “What kind of fun?”

A sinister grin appears on Ansel’s face. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Tyson pulls out a chair and Mose sits with me on his lap. “Did I mention how much I hate surprises?” My attempts to make Ansel speak are stopped with a slice of pizza and a bottle of root beer. The guys take turns feeding me, and I soon forget about the ‘surprise.’

After dinner, I step outside to take a few pictures of the moon when someone creeps up on me from behind. A strong arm circles my waist while a hand covers my mouth. Before I can register what’s happening, a blindfold is put around my eyes. I try to kick the one behind me, and all I can think about is the night when Malaky took me to the woods. My heart starts racing against my ribcage.

My brain is telling me it’s the guys and their stupid surprise, and it won’t be like back then, but my instinct is screaming at me to run because I’m in danger.

“This is not funny,” I try to say in a brave voice when my hands are tied behind my back, but my voice comes out in a whimper.

Someone laughs close to my ear. “Run, Little Rabbit.”

Adrenaline rushes through my veins and the moment the guys let go of me, I dart out. The blindfold prevents me from seeing anything around me and I aimlessly run away from the cabin.

The darkness quickly falling around me, the wind blowing softly, my heart pounding in my chest, and the fear making my stomach churn, all remind me of the night when they found me in the forest. While I know things are different now, it’s so easy to spiral out of control.

Loud footsteps come from behind me, and I run faster, but not seeing where I’m going makes it easy to trip over some rocks and fall face-first on the ground. A dull pain starts in my toes, but the slippers I’m wearing absorb most of the impact. Worry and panic shoot through all the bonds.

I brace myself for the impact and for the pain that will for sure follow, but a pair of strong arms grabs me at the right moment. A quick inspection follows and then a sigh of relief.

“Safe,” Mose clips before gently lowering me onto the ground.

Hearing his voice instantly calms me.

The guys might torment me with their actions, but their intentions are not all bad.

Rueben’s next words send a cold chill down my spine. “Look what we have here.”

“A little rabbit,” Tyson says next.

My mouth goes dry.

These are the same exact words they first said to me on Christmas Eve.

Hands fondle my breasts.

Are they going to make me relive that night with all the horrors that I was forced to go through back then? Will they drug me out of my mind while they hurt my soul and body with their words and actions?

The logical part of my brain tells me that I’m safe with them, but the other part is afraid of being cast aside like before and given to Carlos or Jason to endure more years of endless suffering.

Ansel—the one palming my tits—says, “Has anyone heard of the hucow kink?”

Behind the blindfold, I blink. What the fuck is a hucow kink?

I’m not the only one who is confused because Jasper asks, “Hucow?”

“It means that we’ll stimulate her tits until she starts producing milk for us,” Ansel explains. To me, he says, “Would you like that, Honey? To sit still on my cock while I suck on your tits heavy with milk?”

The idea is so crazy, so absurd, yet I don’t entirely hate it. There are worse kinks out there, some of which involve urine, and I’m not referring to golden showers but to men who love to fill mouths or asses with their piss.

Ansel doesn’t wait for my reply and sucks on my right nipple directly through my dress. “I love it when you’re not wearing a bra and I have free access to your tits.”

Another mouth closes around the other nipple. Pleasure replaces the initial fear and I push my tits more into their mouths. They suck hungrily, making me want more of their touches.

No, this night is not like back then. Tonight, instead of running away from them, I should have gone directly into their arms.

They might have bought me, but I’m the one who owns them.

I think I love…all of them. Not just falling for them but actually being in love with them. For a moment, I panic, but my darkness quickly soothes my fear, and I accept all of them fully and truly. Why fight something that feels so…right?

There’s a light tingle behind my left ear, but I quickly forget about it as other sets of hands caress my thighs. “Soft,” Mose says.

My legs fall open, and Mose’s fingers brush against my panties. Ansel and Tyson keep sucking and fondling my tits.

“You should also keep your pussy bare for quick access,” Jasper instructs me.

“Panties are a must!” Rueben quickly adds.

“Use the ones that you have in your drawer to jack off,” Jasper says.

“Not all of them are for that, some I like to sniff. There are days when her scent changes, becoming sweeter and…” Rueben groans heavily. “Are we going to keep talking or are we going to fuck her?”