Chapter 10

SCARLET

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"Now, that's better." Cristian stepped before me, my heart thundering like a wild animal as I stared at him, my breaths coming in sharp pants.

"You're insane!" I croaked out, and he smirked as he got closer.

"Julian, you wanted to try her head out, right? You feeling game?"

"Fuck off, she'll bite it off!" Julian snapped as I struggled feebly in his arms.

"Not if we promise to gouge her eye out if she does."

I shuddered at the thought, knowing the pair of them would happily do such a thing.

"You hear that, pyro? Try to take a chomp, you lose an eye," Julian chuckled. "You go first, Cris. I'm not taking that chance until I know she won't."

"Aw, scared?" Cristian teased, and Julian snorted.

"I value my dick, asshole."

"Fine, I'll go first. Put her down."

Julian dropped me unceremoniously, and I contemplated running until Cristian waved the knife in front of me.

"On your knees, kitten. Open that pretty mouth wide for me."

I gritted my teeth, hating everything about these two wretched men as I obeyed, hating how they were toying with me.

They were beyond sick. Absolutely insane.

"Open," Cristian commanded as he pointed the knife at my face, his other hand tugging the front of his slacks down so his arousal popped free.

I begrudgingly complied, opening my mouth wide as Cristian hissed and stroked his length.

"Good girl."

Fuck him. I hated how a shiver coursed down my spine at the praise, betraying me in every sense.

He closed the small gap between us, driving his dick between my lips with a deep grunt.

"Good, remember, you try to bite, you lose an eye. Don't piss me off." He stared down at me with those dark eyes, alight with a twisted delight as he began face fucking me.

"Not so bad now is it, kitten? Jules, why not make sure she's feeling a little good too?"

What on earth was he hoping to achieve here? Some sick pleasure for me as well? That wasn't possible, not when they were forcing themselves upon me.

"Right." Julian's footsteps faded down the hall as Cristian fucked my mouth slowly, his free hand moving to my head to guide himself deeper. He grazed the back of my throat, making me gag, and he just snorted before doing it again. God, it wasn't helping my aching throat, but it was better than him strangling me.

"Use your tongue, kitten," he grunted as he lowered the knife closer to my face.

I stared at the tip of the blade, wondering what it'd feel like for him to drive it into my eye socket. What would the pain be like? Would it be worth it for taking his dick clean off? Could I bite down hard enough to take it off?

Julian returned, kneeling down beside me and drawing my gaze from the blade.

"Gotta have a nice mix of pleasure and pain, right?" He smirked at me, gliding his hand across my thigh, dragging something across it. I couldn't look down to see what it was, and my heart lurched.

"Focus on me," Cristian ordered as he tightened his grip in my hair, plunging his dick against the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes water.

What was Julian going to do to me?

My hands trembled, desperate to move and protect my vulnerable region, but Julian seemed to sense my move before I even shifted.

He caught my left wrist closest to him, and then the buzzing sounded off.

I quivered, my body betraying me as the vibrating bullet danced over my pubic region, dipping down towards my clit.

This was all kinds of messed up.

"See? Not so bad, is it?" Julian leaned closer, his warm breath washing over my neck.

I flicked my gaze to him, hating that wicked smirk as he teased the bullet over my clit. I didn't want my body to respond, to find some pleasure in the vibrations, but no matter how much I tried to will it from responding, it still did.

Cristian drove deeper into my mouth several times, the tears swelling in my eyes as I choked, his dick cutting off my airway.

"Fuck," Cristian hissed as he tried to force his dick deeper into my throat despite my mangled whimper of protest.

I couldn't help it, my free hand shot up, pushing against him in an effort to allow myself to breathe.

"I think we need to do something about those hands," Cristian hissed, and the vibrating on my clit vanished as Julian shot up and headed off.

"Don't fight me, kitten," Cristian warned, swaying the blade close to my face once more, having allowed it to droop for a few moments.

He was going to kill me doing this, making it near impossible to breathe around his cock.

Surely he could see that? Understand that?

No, he didn't care. He was getting some sick joy out of it like the psycho he was.

"Hands behind your back," Julian ordered as he returned and knelt down behind me.

I hesitated for only a moment, too focused on trying not to choke on the dick jamming in and out of my face, but Julian yanked my arms back forcefully.

I choked at the movement, my heart lurching as cool metal rested over my wrists, and the click echoed in my ears.

Did he just cuff me?

Sure, I'd been cuffed before, but that was pink fluffy cuffs, not cool, hard metal like these. Something told me he'd gotten these in an unsavory manner. Being a made man probably meant he had run-ins with the law. I wondered how many people they'd killed?

"Fuck, that's right baby, take that dick like a good little slut," Cristian grunted as he drove into me again, nearly grazing himself on my teeth.

Something that would undoubtedly be my fault if he did.

I wanted to bite his junk off for daring to call me such filth, but then the vibration returned to my clit, making me tremble. Fuck the pair of them for this.

As much as I wanted to hate Julian, he knew what he was doing, grazing the bullet vibe over me and making me quiver, my body disobeying and finding pleasure despite everything.

I'd always liked things rough, but this was a whole other level.

This was force.

A soft moan rippled up my throat unconsciously, being yanked from me with those damn vibrations, and Cristian hissed.

"Does our little kitten like getting used? Being my little toy?" Cristian's hand fisted even tighter in my hair, threatening to pull it out.

"I think she does, even though she knows she should hate it." Julian's chuckle coursed down my spine as he slid the vibe down to touch me with his fingers. "Yeah, she's fucking dripping."

I tried to growl or make any sound of disgust, but the soft rumble that struggled up my throat could've been mistaken for a whimper or moan instead.

Julian returned the vibe to my clit, and Cristian's thrust grew more impatient, slamming into the back of my throat as he held my head. I choked and gagged, wondering how mad he'd be if I threw up all over his damn cock.

"Fuck!"

Just when I thought I was going to fail and puke, he pulled out, allowing me to gasp in raspy breaths.

Warm cum splattered on my tits as Cristian shuddered before me, pumping the last of his load as he lolled his head back.

"Damn, when she uses her tongue…" He let out a wry chuckle before moving his dick in front of my face. "Now clean up your mess, kitten."

I glared at him through teary eyes, the near choking having made my eyes a mess. Even my nose was runny, but I dared not sniffle for fear they'd think I was weak.

"Clean it," he demanded, his voice low as he reminded me of his blade. As if I could forget.

I swallowed, my pride long since washed away in the gutter as I leaned forward and darted my tongue out.

His cum was salty and thick, a taste I'd grown used to over the years of blow-jobs for partners, although they all had a slightly unique taste. As much as I wanted to bite Cristian's dick clean off, his wasn't as bad as I'd have thought.

"That's right, that's a good girl," Cristian cooed as he stroked my hair. "Such a good slut."

I gritted my teeth before lapping up the last of his climax, his dick twinging like a happy little puppy at my attention.

"Jules, want a turn?"

Julian didn't need to be asked twice as Cristian stepped aside, and my stomach dropped as Julian undid his pants, the vibration leaving my clit. I hated to admit that I'd been focusing on the sensations to avoid dealing with the assault in my mouth.

They pooled around his ankles as he moved before me, and I just stared at his dick.

Were all the brothers blessed with nice-sized dicks? Julian's was a little crooked, curving to the side a bit, but there was no way in hell I was going to comment on that.

I just wanted to be done with all of this.

"Open wide, pyro. It's my turn."

I did as asked, reminding myself that a month wasn't really that long.

Although, right now, it felt like it was going to be an eternity.

Julian eased his dick into my mouth, hissing at the sensation.

"I want tongue, don't skimp out on me," he grunted, and I flicked my tongue over the underside of his dick like a wretched little puppet.

Cristian was crouched beside me, still holding the knife close as he watched me.

"I have an idea." Cristian's tone made me grimace, and Julian's thrusts slowed.

"What?"

"Let's put her over the edge of the couch."

Julian scoffed before pulling from my mouth, and then Cristian was yanking me up by my arms, hoisting me towards the couch.

He moved me into position, bending me over the arm of it, my hands still cuffed behind me as Julian climbed onto the couch.

So they were going to use me at once? My stomach knotted, but I refused to show them anything as Julian coaxed his dick between my lips once more. His hands circled my face, holding me in place as he buried his dick inside my mouth.

"Now, isn't that a pretty sight?" Cristian slapped my ass, the harsh sting of it shooting through me and making me jerk forward on Julian's dick.

There was no warning as Cristian spread my legs and rammed inside of me, making me cry out around Julian's cock and choke.

"Fuck, do that again," Julian grunted as he drove in deeper. On this angle, he had a better chance of getting into my aching, bruised throat, and he was taking it despite my protests and whimpers.

Was this what it was like in the sex trafficking world? To get abused and used like this?

I stilled, my whimpers dying in my throat as I felt the cool touch of something on my back.

Cristian dragged the blade up and down my back as he drove into me at a steady pace, like he was just enjoying the sensation of being inside me while Julian violated my mouth.

I dared not make a sound, my blood running cold as my heart hammered, my vision blurring at the lack of oxygen as Julian continued to push into my throat with each thrust. I couldn't stop myself from gagging on him, but he didn't relent as tears streamed down my face.

"That's it, kitten. You're doing a good job," Cristian cooed, as if he wasn't taking full advantage of me right now.

I focused on Noms, on Ray, on why I was allowing this, why I was going to stay strong and not let this break me. I was stronger than they knew, and this, this ruthless assault, this using me like I was nothing but a damn sex slave, I'd survive it. I'd bounce back, and I'd find a way to get back at them. It was dumb, I should just move on once this month was over, never look back and flee across the globe, but I wasn't good at letting things go.

Ray and Noms would have to run, once they learned of what these fuckers did to me, they'd understand. They'd side with me.

"I think we should spice things up, don't you?" Cristian grunted as he drove into me hard, hitting something deep inside and making me flinch.

"How so?" Julian's voice came out raspy, and I could feel his dick already swelling in my mouth. He was getting close, and I hoped that once he was done with me, he'd leave me alone.

The blade stilled on my back, the pressure increasing, threatening to break my skin.

"I think we could use a little red." Cristian's voice was low, and my heart plummeted as Julian's hands tightened on my face.

Please, no.

Julian cursed, thrusting deep into my mouth, catching me off-guard as I'd been too focused on the knife at my back. His dick pushed into my throat, and I choked as the hot cum shot down it.

I did my best not to jerk, but I was choking and sputtering as Julian yanked his dick from my lips, and Cristian laughed as he removed the blade from my back.

Unwanted tears streamed down my face as he continued to drive into me with force, grunting as he now held my hips and tugged me hard against him.

Each thrust was brutal and deep, but I was too busy coughing, my throat aching like all hell.

Cristian grunted as he pulled free, and I shuddered as his hot load dribbled onto my ass.

"Fuck," Cristian hissed before the sharp sting of his hand seared across my ass. "She's a lot of fun, isn't she?"

Julian scoffed as he climbed off the couch and pulled his pants up.

"She's interesting," was all Julian said as he strode off, leaving me there like a used-up doll as I struggled to regain myself. My throat burned, and I was sure there was cum dribbling from my nose.

"I think I'm going to enjoy you, kitten," Cristian said as he moved to lean by me while I remained bent over the arm of the couch, barely able to breathe. "Such an intriguing little minx." He kissed my cheek, and I bared my teeth through my rasps, hating how he just laughed and straightened.

"Be nice, I'm the one with the key now. I could just leave you like this until I want to use you again," he threatened as he caught my chin in his hand and jerked my face to look at him fully. "Fuck you how I like, make you bleed." His warm breath washed over my lips, those dark eyes glittering with a wickedness that made my skin crawl.

I yanked my face from him, not caring if he left me here. They'd degraded me too much, and leaving me sitting here, filthy and naked, was not going to make it all that much worse now. Maybe I'd piss on the floor to get back at them.

He scoffed, but then moved behind me.

I closed my eyes, expecting him to do something else to punish me. Instead, he unlocked the cuffs, freeing my wrists and allowing me to change my position on the couch. I was tempted to stand, but I had half a belief he'd just shove me over again.

"Tyrone said you can have his room, he barely uses it. Last door on the right. Go clean yourself up." Cristian moved away, his slacks now done up, looking like he'd not just defiled me in a horrendous way.

He headed for the kitchen without a care in the world as I glared after him.

I'd find a way to get him for this.

I pushed off the couch, snatching up my clothes before heading off down the hall, hating how sticky I felt from their ejaculation on my skin.

I kept my shoulders from rising as I felt his heated gaze on my back, and my lips pulled into a scowl.

Twenty-nine days to go, right?