Page 131 of The Cute Psycho

"I'm hungry," she whispers, her lips almost turning blue from the cold.

"You know you can't eat anything solid after the test." I stroke her hair, wishing I could take away her pain.

The door to the cell opens, and two guards come in. Something about their eyes doesn't sit well with me.

One of them takes Vanya by the nape, making her kneel in the middle of the floor, while the other secures my hands behind my back, holding me still.

There's a panic within me, but I don't know why. What I doknowis that this isn't the first time something like this has happened.

"Please, not today. You'll tear her stitches." I hear myself speak, struggling against the man holding me.

"Shut up!" he snickers behind me, placing his hand over my mouth, stifling my sounds.

I watch in horror as Vanya kneels on the floor, her hands around her midriff as she's trying to hold on to her stitches.

The guard looks down at her, his meaty fingers grabbing her jaw as he raises it to look her in the eyes.

"Miss me, sweetness?" he asks, his dirty hand daring to touch her.

I'm breathing heavily as something within me grows to a painful extent. It's a strange feeling, as if I know what's to come and I'm primed for battle.

His hands caress her cheeks, and there is a vacant look in her eyes as she just stares forward, her body sagging as if sapped of strength.

The guard lowers the zipper to his jumpsuit, taking his erect dick out and thrusting it into her face.

"Swallow, and today I'll be gentle," he tells her, spitting into his palm and moving his hand up and down his erection.

I can't watch this.

My limbs start bucking and I do whatever I can to escape the hold of the guard.

I need to help Vanya!

But it's all in vain.

With a kick, he pushes me face down on the floor, his entire body weight on me as he keeps me motionless.

My eyes are still glued to my sister—my twin, and my eyes tear up as I see her open her mouth to suck on the bastard's dick. How his pudgy fingers fondle her nonexistent breasts, or how he tears at her clothes to reach between her legs.

A sound that won't come out forms in my mind, my entire being assaulted by a pain unlike any other.

"This little shit won't stop moving," the man holding me comments, the other guard's grunts filling the room as my sister sucks his dick like she's done this a million times in the past.

Vanya...

"Careful with him, he's the special one." The guard chuckles, his hand pushing my sister's head forward until she's choking on his dick, her eyes moist with unshed tears.

"Special my ass," the man behind me says, and one hand starts pawing at me, going lower and lower...

"Yo, Yosuf, we can't touch him," he groans, but Yosuf doesn't seem to hear him as he starts tugging my pants down.

"I won't tell if you don't," he laughs, snorting in the process as if it's the most amusing thing.

"Only if I get a turn after." He winks at Yosuf.

At some point, my body and my mind separate. I still feel everything though. The weight on my body, his hands moving my legs apart, his dick entering my body and tearing me in two.

And it continues, his breath on my nape as he thrusts in and out of me, his sweat transferring on my back as he increases his movements, and then his seed as he spends himself inside of me.

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