Page 121 of Deliria

Something prickles along my neck. It’s like pins and needles, only it feels better.

The dungeon felt so cold before but now, now it’s suddenly impossibly hot.

I’m so thirsty all of a sudden. So damned thirsty. I swear I’d sell my soul for a cup of water if the devil offered me one right now.

No. No. I don’t want to do this.

I don’t want…

But my bodyisdoing it.Isreacting.

Sweat pools on my forehead, a throbbing between my thighs is becoming more and more insistent and I hate it. I fucking hate it.

A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it and it’s all the warning my husband has been looking for.

“Filthy little slut.” Alex says smugly as he leans down to inspect me. “Look, brother, look at what a whore she really is…”

I shut my eyes, fighting back the tears because I don’t want Rafe to see me like this. It’s bad enough that he knows what they did to me, he doesn’t need to see it in real life.

Alex thrusts two fingers deep into me and I yelp.

“Wanna see how easily I can make her come?” Alex says.

I shake my head, playing right into his hands, but I don’t care.

He lets out a laugh before he starts picking up the pace, finding that spot inside me that he knows so well.

“You know she likes to be degraded,” Alex says over his shoulder, as if this is some perverse sex education lesson. “She gets off on being used. That’s why it’s been so easy to do it. She practically spread her legs and begged us to enjoy ourselves every night.”

“That’s a fucking lie.” I don’t know where I find the strength to speak. How I can even focus on forming those syllables. But even they sound strained.

I can hear it. I can hear the desperation in my voice. I can hear how close I am to losing control, how close I am to proving I’m everything Alex has made of me.

“You sucked my father’s cock like you’d never tasted anything better.” He states.

I shake my head, refusing to acknowledge it. I might have done that, I might have done anything under the influence of these drugs, but it wasn’t me. Not the real me.

Alex leans in, putting his face right up to mine. In that deep gravelly voice, he says “Look at you, look how flushed you are. You want to do it. You want to perform. I know, I can see it, just relax and let it go, relax and embrace what you are.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.” The word comes out as a scream. A desperate, awful squeal that turns into something horrific. Something unimaginable.

I’m curling my toes, arching my back, straining against the awful ropes and I’m doing it, I’m doing exactly what my husband wanted. Stars explode behind my eyes. Blood pounds in my ears. I know this is because of the drugs, that all of this is because I have no control and yet the shame is still there. The awful humiliation sits in my bones.

“See?” Alex says as he pulls his fingers out, as he turns and holds them up so that Rafe can see how wet they are. “You see what she is, what all of them are? She’s a whore. A stupid, good for nothing thing to fuck and nothing else.”

“Fuck you.” Rafe snarls.

I can’t look at him. I can’t bear to see the expression on his face. Would he feel disgust, disgust that I did that, or would he feel sorry for me? I think right now, his sympathy would be just as bad.

Alex throws his head back and laughs harder.

And then he comes up behind me and we hear that tell-tale sound of a belt undoing.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Rafe growls.

---