Chapter 28

"Where in the fuck do you think you're going?" Caine howled as he slammed his hands against the bonnet of the car.

I couldn"t quite tell if he could see me or not, as the windows were so tinted very dark. He scrunched up his face in fury before charging toward the door and hauled it open. His facial expression was quick to diminish, disquieted by the sweat pouring from me. His mouth opened, taking in the mess I was.

The bruises, the dirt, the variation of dried, clotted, and weeping blood from infected wounds. No doubt being immersed in a lake full of dead bodies had only made things worse. Nonetheless, Caine seemed upset by it. I shivered. Heaviness tugging at me now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Caine shook his head.

"Fuck"s sake, come here." He said softly, and then pulled me from the car. He held me against him tightly before holding me at arm"s length, eyeing me up and down. He tutted with a woeful expression, as though he was taking pity in me. I frowned, not expecting to see him like this. The Whitlock brothers were fucking serial killers. Serial killers don't have morals. He turned us on our feet but I scrambled free.

"No. No!" I cried, scurrying back to the car. But he grabbed my arm, thankfully not where a throbbing wound was, and pried at my hand for the key. "Give it, Esme." He warned. I hesitated, then finally opened my hand and he took the remote, pressing the button.

The garage door sounded as it closed, and I fitted into a sob. The darkness locked me in again like the prisoner that I was, I had lost my chance. I shuddered again, the sensation of hot and cold sparking through my veins.

"Let me look at you." He tutted before continuing. "He's gone haywire on you. Fucking haywire." He grumbled. Caine threw my arm up over his shoulder, and pulled out his phone. He tapped at the screen, pulling it to his ear. I leaned into him to relieve some of the throbbing, noticing that he was happy to take my weight.

"You're gonna wanna look at this… Garage… I don't give a fuck, Eli, get in here. Now!" He roared through the phone and shoved it back into his pocket. I couldn"t tell how long we stood here, but Eli was quick to barge through a doorway from a stairwell. He glowered in response to seeing me half conscious against Caine, almost as though he was surprised that I was still here.

"Ahh, fuck." Eli scurried over quickly and scooped me up like a small child. Caine cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck for clarity.

"What do you want to do with her? She is supposed to be fucking dead. We can't take her to the hospital, she's seen too much, and I don't have access to his files for a fake ID. " Eli muttered to Caine as though I wasn't there. He sounded pissed. I summoned enough energy to mentally throw daggers at him for saying that I should be fucking dead.

The fucking ass hat. Can"t take me to a hospital? But, I needed medical attention, stat. Frustration boiled inside me, there was a reason the shadow man didn't kill me, and whatever it was had his brothers stumped.

Caine rolled his neck around, relieving the tension. "Fuck. I dunno man. But I won"t leave her like this. Fucking… Bloody mary of hell, dammit. He fucked up again, she's the one, Eli. That was the deal. That was his fucking plan, ever since…." Caine swore and chanted, cutting himself off at the last bit. Again, it was like I wasn"t even here.

Uh hello, I"m still here fuckers! Those words again, she"s the one. Fuck them. I rolled my eyes and accepted that I was basically invisible.

Eli turned on his feet, and I caught a glimpse of sadness tickling his face as I looked up at him. "The accident, and the voices. I know brother, I know. But it's gone way too far now. I'll fucking kill the cunt myself." Eli growled. Someone just take me to a hospital, please? Caine sighed with a genuine, worried look on his face.

"Bring her to my room. I'll sort it out." Caine offered softly. Wait… accident?

"Wait." I slurred, barely able to form the words, I wasn"t far from passing out. The pair turned their full attention toward me, and Eli raised a brow, prompting a response. I wanted to ask about the car in the corner, but all I could manage was my finger pointing in the general direction. That car could have been my answer to the shadow man. What if that car was the reason why I was here, and why anyone was here.

Why he does what he does. Why they do what they do. And I was going to find out. Because I wasn't dead, and he won't kill me.

My arm was quick to lower weakly and I fell heavy in Eli's arms, and then darkness closed in over me hard and fast.

The sound of a drink being poured into a glass woke me. I batted my heavy eyelashes, pulling myself into the here and now. Foggy, groggy, but somehow no longer aching all over my body.

I was staring at a white ceiling, covered by a nice warm blanket, in a nice warm bed, and no chains, ropes or padlocks. Where was I? Was this Caine"s room? I pushed myself up and shuffled my back against the headboard.

Damon was on the other side of the room pouring himself a drink, shirtless. Of course. I frowned, craning my neck around to investigate the newness, realizing that the room smelled of Caine. An earthy low tone with fruity hints of spices and aromatics, and whiskey.

I peered at my arms, seeing that there were little white tabs covering my wounds, and stitches on the deeper ones. I lifted the covers and looked at my legs, the tabs were there too. I grabbed at my neck, it felt bruised and had raised lumps there too. I was covered, but healing. Someone had been mending me.

"You just keep poppin" up don't ya piggy?" Damon"s crude, husky voice startled me. His remark was that of a smart ass, full of attitude. But I didn"t take offence to his attempted insult, because it wasn"t my weight that he was ridiculing. Flashbacks of the ball played in my mind, it was such a distant memory. I rolled my eyes and went about with what I was doing before he interrupted.

I observed my surroundings, seeing that there was a door and a few fancy ornaments on a buffet table, a bookshelf, a bathroom and a small buffet where Damon was standing. The room was very well designed, luxury Victorian meets modern style, like the shadow man's room and the room I was held captive in, how ever long ago that was.

It was dark out, and directly through the windows was a balcony, and if I squinted hard enough I could see a faint glint of pine trees in the horizon. I scoffed. That fucking forest. This fucking place. That fucking man.

Gah! My mind pondered, did Caine live here? Did they all live here? Where was Caine? How long had I been in here? I could tell it had been long enough that my head was no longer thumping, and my body didn't feel like it was about to ignite from infection. I trailed off, retracing my steps to get some clarity.

I remember being suspended from the ceiling, and the shadow man draining my blood into a bucket. I remember waking up in the forest, barely, only bits and pieces scrummaging in my mind.

Oh, shit.I remember, we fucked. And then, almost a blur, I remember escaping my chain and making a run for it, only Caine stopped me and that was all I could put together.

What happened after that? Where was the shadow man? I sighed, realizing that no one ever answered questions around here, so what was the point of working myself up over them? I snuggled further into the blankets, this was nice.

I laid there a while and then flicked a glance at Damon, he was tapping away on his phone, grinning impishly. He was leaning backward against the bench, looking all cool-guy, with no shirt and in his signature black jacket and black jeans. Tight jeans. Even from this far away he was still a fucking giant. His beautiful beige skin casted a glint under the lighting.

The v on his hips protruded from his waist, making it very difficult to not look at. This guy had more than the average person needed for abs. I frowned, was he wearing eyeliner?

I couldn't tell, but he was wearing jewellery. Black and silver rings, a sweatband, and a black studded leather one around his wrists. And a cross necklace, that he now had in his mouth. I squirmed.

I wasn't overly keen on being left alone with him. There was something about Damon that was even more unsettling than the shadow man. It really should be illegal to be that fucking hot. I felt like it was only a week ago I had been telling Tilly that I hadn't found anyone on the planet of the earth attractive.

That was until I met, Mr. Fairytale… Caine. And Damon, and Eli. And… I trailed off again.

No. We are not talking about that asshole. Fuck that ass hole. He can rot six feet in the fucking ground for what he has done to me. Part of me wished he had killed me, and put me out of my misery. But the other part of me just wanted to go home and forget all of this happened. I whimpered in thought. Oh God, Tilly. My stomach knotted.

She"s not what I want. The shadow man"s voice echoed in my brain, I hoped that she was safe, and that whatever he did with her was humane. If only I was a fly on the wall.

But the man was a monster, she wouldn"t be alive. Sadness hit me like a freight train and I cried, hard. Damon took a swig of his drink before swaying towards me, before slouching himself on the chair beside me. He sat there staring at me with his leg over his knee and a self-satisfied smirk across his lips. He looked like a praying mantis, with limbs like spaghetti.

His legs were simply put, too long, like one of those stilt acrobats at a circus. The prick was enjoying my gloom. I scoffed and pulled the duvet over me and I let the tears flow without his judgment. He laughed dryly.

"Just because I can't see you doesn't mean I can't hear you." He uttered. I ignored him and cried for long enough that my chest and eyes ached. When I finally peered my head out of the wraps he was still in the same spot, nibbling at the cross on his necklace. A devilish grin triggered the dimples to dent his cheeks. His eyes were dark, and his brows were creased.

I knew for sure that he was mentally fucking the shit out of me. The horny fucker. Unintentionally, I drew my tongue across my lips to wet them, as they were dry and cracked from sobbing so much, but by the look on his face, he had other ideas.

"Like what you see?" He adjusted himself on the chair, his muscles flaring at his will. I cleared my throat. Fuck, I really did need to stop staring.

"Don't flatter yourself." I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him before continuing. "My lips were dry." Why did that sound like I was lying?

"That's a lie and you know it." Damon"s voice was playful but etched with a demonic tone. Like he was up to no good. He threw his head up and puckered his lips. Ugh, he really was a fucking prick. I sneered with a huff in disgust.

"Fuck off." I snapped. His lips curled and in the blink of an eye, the palm of his hand was against my cheek.

Whack.

I yelped at the throbbing sting. Tears trembled down my cheek again, though I think the shock hurt more than his hit. "Watch your mouth, cunt…" He hissed. I rubbed at the sting that was now flushed crimson. The grin on his face split even further. He leant over me and planted his hand on the other side of my head, locking me under his hold. I breathed heavily, uncertain of his next move.

Suddenly he yanked at the covers off and then trailed his hand along my leg, balancing on one arm. He tapped his hungry fingers firmly over the welts. I winced and squirmed. "Get off me, Damon." I whimpered weakly, scooting further back toward, which wasn"t far. I cried out from his elbow making contact with my chest. Damon pinned me down hard, winding me.

I coughed and gasped for air but no relief came, he was putting all of him on my chest. Terror hounded through my veins. He adjusted slightly, trailing further along my skin to the arc of my pelvis. I shuddered from his intrusive touch, even though I wasn't a stray to unwanted touch, this was different. Very different.

"I've heard this pussy is a fine piece of work." He purred, his tone hinted beastly and primal. "No. Get off me!" I pushed again with a little more force than the last. He snapped his dark gaze back onto mine, a threatening look. "Na, come on. You've fucked everyone else here, it"s my turn now. Little slut, aren't you?"

I shook my head and fought with all that I had and managed to free an arm out from under him. I striked at his face. My still pink, but cracked nails made contact with his cheek. He stilled and his eyes darkened again, if that was even possible. I gulped, and regret swam over my face.

"You're going to regret that." He snarled, and I believed him. He drew his knife out and planted it under my chin, startling me from the speed of his movements.

He pressed it right against my carotid artery. I grimaced but held my composure, one move and I was game over. "You think you scare me?" I whispered. "Are you forgetting who your brother is? You've got nothing on him." I vaunted the last part.

Granted, some of that was a lie, I was fucking terrified. But I needed to stand up to him, I suspected he wouldn't kill me anyway. Otherwise, he would have already, and he wouldn't be in this room babysitting me for no reason.

"I've been playing nice until now. I don't fucking like you. You've made a mess of everything here. And now you're here all alone, with me. I know very well who my brother is, but here is something you don"t know. I am ten times worse than he is. I don"t hesitate. I won"t hesitate. If he's not going to kill you, I will." He paused for a moment, as if confused by my statement.

"And he isn't my fucking brother, how have you not yet worked it out yet?"

"Worked what out?" I stammered.

He laughed. "Soren adopted us you fucking moron. And, the only reason we get away with half the shit we do is because he's the biggest fucking drug dealer of the entire South and East Coast. How else do you think all those bodies in the lake don't get found? No missing persons files. Na-da, poof, history all gone. You're dead as far as the US is concerned, you and your black friend."

He dug the knife a little further and it pinched. I couldn"t make sense of why he needed to overshare his family history… validation maybe? "Now. Be a good whore for me, and shut the fuck up. Am I understood?" He demanded with an insincere smile. I nodded and he removed his knife.

"Good. Now, I'm going to fuck you seven ways to Sunday and you're going to take it, without objection, got it?" He squeezed my thigh tightly, his fingers curling into one of the wounds with stitches. Immediate pain fireballed through me and bile pooled in my mouth. I cried out a blood curdling scream but he only laughed in response.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I whimpered. He squeezed again and stars throbbed in my head. "I said, be a good girl and fucking take it, without objection. Say yes."

I nodded and squeaked. "Okay." Anything to get him to release his grip. He moved quickly, shoving his knee against my leg to pry it open. I jolted to the intrusion of a solid leathery object shoved into my pussy with no remorse. My heart pounded, what in the ever-loving fuck was that? Knowing well and truly that it wasn't his cock. "Is… is that… your knife?" I stuttered in a panic. He chuckled deeply and pushed it further into my pussy.

I heaved and dry reached to the sinful sensation, this was nothing like fucking any of them, this was down right fucking wrong. "I said I'd fuck you seven ways to Sunday, but I didn't say what with."

I cried out, this man was broken and there was nothing I could do to break for my freedom. I cried out again. "Help!" What was the point? No one was around to help me. He tutted and twisted the knife. I squirmed in denial from the familiar knock hitting the sweet delicate area of my climax. Oh, fuck no. I was not about to be condemned for liking a goddamn fucking weapon in my pussy.

"Hmmm, that's too good. I think you like that. What about the other end?" He toyed, pulling the handle from inside me. I shook my head rapidly and yelped, loudly.

"No!" I sobbed and tried to squeeze my thighs together. But his strength pulled them back open and the jagged edge of the blade made contact with my skin, along the inside of my labia. A blood-curdling scream howled from my lungs and he whimpered weakly from my sounds.

"Mmm fuck, you sound good. Crying like a scared little squeaky toy trapped in the jaws of a big, mean Pitbull." He hissed. I fought for a breath of air and my tears stung from streaming. Snot and saliva spouted from my nose and mouth. I cried out once more as the sharp edge planted softly on my clit, but he took it away before I had the chance to blink.

"This little cunt seems to hypnotize him. Why is that so, huh?" Damon mocked.

"I don't know." I bellowed truthfully. "Well… I guess, he can't have this if I destroy it." His tone was far too intimate. I think I muttered the word no a million times over through my sobs. I felt a slither of blood trickle down the arc of my labia. He purred and maneuvered himself, unzipping his jeans, and freeing his impressive cock.

It stood proud to attention, throbbing aggressively, and his piercings twinkled under the light. He slammed it into me, and the air in my lungs thinned from the pain of his length. I gagged on impact and saw stars. He was fucking huge.

"Fuck this little pussy is tight. I can see why he wanted to keep you around." His thrusts filled and emptied me with no emotion, leaving me no choice but to accept him and as I did I felt my soul leave my body. Damon stilled momentarily, before grinning a little too eagerly. The door"s void was now filled by the silhouettes of Caine and Eli. I squirmed under Damon.

"Help me please!" I squawked, but neither came to my aid. Caine's face was glim, helpless. He clenched his jaw and looked away.

Eli's expression was not much better. I sunk into defeat, because I wasn't going to be saved anytime soon. My chin trembled and a deep wounded whimper exhaled from my chest. Damon's cock throbbed inside me, and my wounds matched a similar tempo. It was excruciating. Caine cleared his throat, hesitating.

"You were supposed to be watching her, not fucking her. Jesus Christ." Caine hissed.

"Oh… well, you see… it's quite a slippery hazard down here, I just slipped." Damon gestured between my legs, humored and not at all concerned that he was fucking someone against their will. Caine clenched his jaw again from my sorrow, the bulges protruding as he gritted his teeth.

Get this fucking monster off me.

His beautiful blonde hair cloaked parts of his face. He wisped his fingers between his tendrils but they only fell back the way they were, fluffy and freshly conditioned.

"Brother…" Eli growled. Was he the hierarchy?

Damon sighed, accepting defeat. "Fine." He rolled his eyes and pulled out, tucking himself back into his jeans.

"Have her then." He scoffed and stormed off, barging between Caine and Eli, and disappearing into the hallway.

"What's gotten into him?" Caine questioned with a frown, looking back over his shoulder. Eli shrugged his shoulders and stormed off after Damon.