Page 130 of Depravity

I snarl again, unable to tear my eyes away from that awful vision in front of me.

He grabs her face, forcing her to look into the camera. “Tell your husband Brynn, tell him how good you’re being for us…”

“Good.” She repeats like she has no idea what the fuck is going on right now, like she’s so damn high she can barely string a sentence together.

He drops his hold, then pushes himself into her. I see it. I fucking feel it. His cock taking what is mine, what is only mine.

And the bastard groans, he drops his head, clearly enjoying this moment.

“No,” Brynn whispers again.

“Tell me Brynn, whose cock do you prefer, mine or your husbands?” He taunts as he starts fucking her hard enough that her body jolts, that her tits shake and he leans down, taking a sharp nasty bite of her right one.

“Stop,” Brynn says, sounding tearful. “Stop. Conrad won’t like. Conrad won’t want…”

He grabs her face, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “I’m in charge right now, Brynn. Not Conrad, not your husband.”

“No,” Brynn whispers. “No. I don’t want. I don’t…” Her words turn to sobs as he starts grunting away.

The man steps in front of the camera. “We’ve been taking good care of her, real good care.”

“You bastard.” I yell, even though he can’t hear me. Even though my words make absolutely no difference.

“You want her back, then you do as we say. Eliminate Magnus. Kill your brother, and you’ll have your whore of a wife returned…”

It can’t be. It can’t…. but of course it fucking can. It was that obvious, that damned easy. They take her, and they know they can make me do whatever I want.

She’s too necessary, too essential to my life to act otherwise.

But Magnus - I can’t kill my brother. I won’t.

I grab my phone, dialling the number and he grunts as he picks up. It takes me barely a minute to relay what is happening. Do I like going to him for help? No, but right now, I have no leads, I have absolutely nothing. Besides, they’re making moves against him. All of this is because of him. The least he can do is help me fix the damned situation.

“Well?” I snarl when he doesn’t say anything back.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Magnus replies, as if this were a mere crossword puzzle we were stuck on. “She’s gone, brother. She’s over. The best thing you can do is move on, marry Giselle. You’re lucky no one else knows about this marriage.”

“Move on?” I repeat. I haven’t told him what I’ve done. I haven’t told him that right now, Giselle is in a cell in Oblivion. That I’m making her pay for her part in all of this. I also haven’t told him that Brynn is an Asher, that information feels too precious to spill right now. I need to keep it to myself, because there’s a high likelihood that fact could get Brynn killed. Lucas Asher is a wanted man, after all. He has a lot of enemies. I don’t doubt some of them would be more than happy to eliminate the daughter if that was who they could get their hands on.

“Forget she ever existed.” He states.

“Like fuck I’m going to do that.”

He lets out a snarl, “What other option is there? One bitch is not worth more than our entire family’s legacy.”

“No?” I sneer. “You seemed to feel otherwise when Liliana was lying on a table, half-dead.”

“That’s entirely different,”

“Is it?”

“Liliana is my wife…”

“And Brynn is mine,” I roar back. My wife. My fucking wife. And right now, she’s in danger because of him. He did this, he’s the sole reason we’re in this situation.

But that’s not entirely true, is it? I made Brynn how she is now; I broke her spine, I fucked her head up enough that’s she can’t even defend herself.

I made her a sitting duck. I made her weak, fragile.

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