Page 18 of Depravity

What? Since when is she playing nice?

Giselle lifts the bottle that’s in her hand and takes a swig of it. It’s got a bright plastic wrap around it so I can’t see the contents, but I’d guess from the look of it that it’s alcoholic. We’re not technically allowed to drink. As unmarried Ladies that is, it’s a privilege we’re only granted when our Grandfather says so.

I bite my lip to stop myself from saying anything

“Oh, shush,” Giselle laughs, when she sees my face. “It’s just vodka lemonade,”

Milena reaches for it and takes a big dramatic swig but when she brings the thing back down, I can see her lips are dry. Why would she fake drinking it?

“You try,” Giselle says, grabbing hold of it and practically shoving it in my face.

I shake my head quickly. Do they really think I’d be so stupid as that? They might be able to break the rules, but I certainly can’t.

“Don’t be a bore, Brynn.” Milena moans,

“I, I, I think you should leave,” I stammer. I don’t want them here, I don’t want them sitting there, acting like this is normal.

Giselle snorts. Milena laughs even louder. “Brynn the bore,” She states.

“Take a drink, Brynn,” Giselle orders.

I shake my head again. No fucking way.

It’s like they move in unison. Milena is suddenly there, pinning me back, using her entire weight to hold me down as Giselle holds the bottle to my lips, pressing it to them.

“Just a sip,” She says, “You’re twenty-one, you can have a sip. It’s not a big deal. Neither of us will say a thing…”

I roll my lips together, pinching them together tightly. In my head it’s like I’m screaming, but I can’t get them off, I can’t fight them both. I’m outnumbered.

Giselle pinches my nose, shutting off my air supply and then she rams that bottle so hard into my mouth I swear she chips a tooth. Liquid pours down my throat. It tastes fruity, and then sharp.

I start choking up, my lungs protest, my eyes stream but she doesn’t pull it back, she just holds it there until the contents spill over, down my cheeks, down my face and onto the covers underneath me.

“Fucking hell,” Giselle huffs as she stands back up, “Was that really so hard?”

I lay there coughing it back up, feeling I can’t get enough air. My head is spinning, my eyes are streaming.

“Give her a minute,” Milena says in a tone that puts the fear of god into me.

I look up and they’re both standing there, watching me with what I can only think is morbid curiosity. God, have they poisoned me? Am I going to die?

My head spins more, and my eyes start to blur. What they fuck have they done?

Giselle leans down, staring at my pupils like she can see something in them. “Damn, that was quick,” She says.

“You did give her half the bottle,” Milena laughs. “Poor bitch will be out till morning now.”

Giselle smirks, before she starts yanking at my clothes, stripping them off me.

“Wha, wha, what are you doooing?” I can barely string a sentence together. It feels like I’m now surrounded. That there’s an army of them, a gang of Giselle’s and Milena’s here, in my room.

“Stupid slut,” Giselle says, slapping my face so hard that I swear my brains slam into my skull.

“Put this on her,” Milena says, holding something lacey and black up. My mind seems to reel as I realise what it is; lingerie. They’re dressing me up.

“No,” My mouth barely makes the sound. My lips seem to be frozen. Whatever this is that they gave me, it’s taking over everything. It’s like I’m locked down, trapped in my body.

“You wanted to play games,” Giselle says, “Well, now we’re gonna play on my terms.”

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