Page 10 of Rayne

"I didn't even touch you!" I argue, squirming as I try to get them away from me.

Jett sighs. "But still… it's not very kind to hurt someone. Especially your big brothers."

"We're the same age," I shout.

"But I'm three months older," Jett replies in a happy tone. "Seniority rules."

I let out a panic filled gasp as I feel him lift my dress up with his free hand. The material bunches up on my lower back, my exposed skin feeling the air.

I quickly realize I'm wearing low cut underwear—my red thong visible to Jett.

"Oh," he breathes out. "I usually say that redheads shouldn't wear more red, but I think you're the exception."

Burying my face into the mattress, I fight back tears of embarrassment and humiliation. When I try to swing my legs again, he straddles them, holding them in place as he leans over my back.

"Hard limit," I mutter quickly, remembering my form. "Pain is a hard limit."

I hate that I'm showing them weakness. I know that they want to torment me and they would love to see me broken. But I'm petrified of what's happening.

I know they would never physically hurt me. They love our parents too much to ever do that to them. But that doesn't mean they can't hurt me in other ways. They are masters at charm and mental torture.

"Who said anything about pain?" Jett answers. "You already know the crop doesn't hurt."

Letting out a sniffle, I'm stunned when Hawk grabs my neck, forcing me to look up at him. Tears are pooled in my eyes, and for a moment, I wonder if it's enough to deter them. He stares at me with a hard expression, and sadly I don't find the guilt that I'm searching for.

"Please don't," I beg him. "Let's just forget this night happened. I won't tell anyone."

Hawk raises an eyebrow, his face void of emotion. A tear spills down my cheek and I'm surprised when he catches it with his thumb, swiping it away.

Before I can react though, Jett brings down the crop, hitting my ass.

I jolt. The whole room is silent while I process it.

Another tear slips down my other cheek, followed by another crack of the crop against my skin.

"Did that hurt?" Jett asks, pausing.

I bite my lip, begging myself to not let any more tears fall in their presence.

It didn't hurt. Not physically.

But I'm feeling degraded, weak.

"He asked you a question," Hawk says, squeezing my chin. "Answer him."

"No," I snap through clenched teeth, voice shaking.

Hawk smiles at me, pleased that he's forced an answer out. Dimples flash at me and I start to shake. I realize I can't see Jett, and because of that, I don't know if more strikes are coming. It's unnerving, my heart pounding as it crushes me.

"It's all in your mind," Jett murmurs. "Now, are you going to try to attack me again?"

"No," I reply again, hopeful they will cease their actions.

Smack.

This time I gasp, not expecting it at all. The crop moved lower, getting the underside of my ass. I'm stupefied, frozen in place.

Jett moves off my legs, and I let out a sigh of relief. Looking at Hawk expectedly, I wait for him to release my arms. He lingers in position for a moment, torturing me, until finally, he lets me go.

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