Page 22 of Depravity

But then it sinks in that she won’t remember this, she won’t know it was me. She’ll wake and be oblivious to what I am, what we did. This night should have been special. This night should have been her, present and awake, desperately pleading for me to do it. She should have offered herself up to me like the prize she was.

Her virginity might be mine, but Giselle has tarnished even that.

And what’s more, I’ve ruined her because she won’t have a clue that she’s not a virgin now. She won’t know to take the appropriate precautions. And when she’s married off, they’ll test her and she won’t know to cheat it, they’ll just think she’s astupid whore who got caught and she’ll be sent to Oblivion, banished there for the rest of her days.

Christ the thought of it, of her being fucked by others, used by others, treated like that because I was too stupid to realise what this really is what Giselle wanted. This moment here isn’t really about me. This has nothing to do with me, not really. This is about Giselle’s hatred for Brynn. She wants to ruin her. Maybe she won’t wait until Brynn is married, maybe tomorrow while Brynn is still half sedated, Giselle will go whispering to her father and they’ll haul Brynn out and check her purity.

Christ, what a perfect little plan she had. And how easily I fell for it.

“Get out. Now.” I repeat, hoping she hears the fury. Hoping she’s as terrified as she possibly can be.

She scrambles to her feet, chattering more bullshit about how I should be grateful, and I grab her by the throat, shoving her through the door before slamming it in her face.

I don’t give a fuck what she thinks. Or what she does.

In the ensuing silence I stand there, head pressed against the wood, considering my options. If I marry Giselle, I’ll make my brother happy, I’ll make both our families happy. And apparently, I’ll be able to fuck whoever I want, whenever I want, as long as my bitch of a wife bears witness to it.

But I want my doll. I want Brynn.

One second with her is worth a lifetime of fucks with anyone else.

As that realisation sinks in, I do the unthinkable. I cross the room, wrap her up in the bloodied mess of us both and I carry her out, carry her away.

She will still wake confused in the morning.

She will still wake sore and bruised, almost certainly scared.

But she’ll come to realise that this is for the best, that I am what she needs. What she wants. The world may turn against us,the world may try to fight us but I will have her, I will have my doll and nothing and no one will be able to stop it.

Iwake up in a daze. My head feels fuzzy, and my body feels far too heavy.

And then it all comes crashing down. The drink, the confusion, the way my limbs refused to cooperate and that grin, that fucking awful grin Giselle had as she started stripping my clothes from my body.

“No.”

I gasp out the word. My throat feels so dry and my tongue feels swollen, as if I’ve spent the last god knows how many hours chewing on it in my sleep.

My hands have been curled up into tight little fists so long that the knuckles feel horribly stiff as I try to manoeuvre myself, as I try to get up.

“Lay still.”

Those words, that voice, sends the very fear of God through me.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be… I blink rapidly, taking in my surroundings and with horror, I realise I have absolutely no idea where I am.

“No,” I gasp.

“Ssssh, it’s okay.” His hand reaches down to brush my hair from my face, and I flinch from the contact. It’s far too intimate. Far too casual.

Something crawls up my spine, some awful sixth sense that something horrific went down last night.

Where the fuck am I?

My eyes dart about rapidly, trying to figure that question out. It’s dark but there’s enough light from the open door to give a good feel for the space I’m in. The room is large, far larger than my own. There’s an opening beyond that I guess must be for a separate dressing room, and another door no doubt leads to the bathroom.

Just as his hand starts running up the length of me, the true enormity of it hits me; I’m in a bed,hisbed.

I jump up, at least I try to. He must have been ready for this very moment because he’s quick to grab hold of me, to push me back down, and to use his entire body to pin me in place.

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