Page 127 of Depravity

He gently slides me into the water and it’s so perfectly hot that I let out a moan.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” He says.

I nod back, chanting, “Better, better, better,”

All those bruises, all those nasty little cuts on my body seem to welcome the heat. I shut my eyes, leaning back for a moment, forgetting where I am.

He moves to kneel behind where my head is and he takes a long deep sniff of my hair, like he’s trying to shore up the smellof it. His hand dips down, into the water and he cups my breasts, with his thumb rubbing gently against my nipple.

My mind seems to falter. My breath stops entirely.

He slides his arm down, moving between my thighs. “You’re so like her,” He says, “Everything about you, your smile, your stubbornness, even the way you fight…”

“Fight,” I whisper. Did she have to fight too?

He plants a kiss against my cheek. It’s delicate, soft, so confusing. “She was a fighter, just like you. She liked to pretend that she didn’t want me, but we both know that was a lie.”

Lie. Liar. Xavier is a liar. Is my father a liar too?

I blink, trying to get some clarity but whatever he gave me seems to be muddling my head even more.

I can feel his fingers running over me, touching me, probing me.

It shouldn’t feel nice. I know that. I dig my teeth into my tongue, trying to stifle the whimper.

Make it stop. Please, make it stop.

“I don’t like Xavier hurting you,” He states as he starts circling that same bit Conrad likes so much. “I don’t like him punishing you, but if you behave then I’ll make sure all you feel is pleasure…”

Pleasure. I want that, I want…

No. This is wrong. I want Conrad, not this, not…

“Ssssh,” he groans again, pressing harder, trying to force my body to obey him, only my head is screaming out about Conrad. He won’t like this. He won’t.

“Lucas.”

Xavier’s voice makes me panic. I look up and he’s there, watching us both. His eyes are focused in on where my father is touching me and for a second, I think he’s going to say something, to stake his claim. But then he meets my eyes, and I can see he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care at all.

“It’s all ready,” Xavier states before turning and walking right back out.

My father sighs, “Then we’d best get going,”

He pulls the plug, letting the water drain entirely before he’s wrapping me up and drying me off. He then carries me out, completely naked, and for the first time in weeks, I’m out of my room.

By the timewe get down the corridor and a flight of stairs, my head is spinning.

I’m laid down on a bed. It’s big, in the centre of the room. The lighting in here is strange, the corners all seem to be in shadow but where I am, it’s bright.

There must be a spotlight.

I frown, staring around and it feels like the entire world spins.

There’s at least six men here, all robed, all wearing those same black outfits my father has on.

I want to ask what is going on, but my voice seems to catch in my throat.

I can see Xavier stood, talking to someone. A man, he’s got a camera pointed right at me. They both keep gesturing like they’re having a debate.

---