Page 123 of Deliria

He starts fucking me again, grunting, groaning, slapping my breasts as he puts on a disgusting show for Rafe’s benefit.

I don’t know whether the GHB has worn off or I’m so appalled by this situation that there’s no longer a hint of pleasure. All I feel now is the horrific brutality of what he’s doing to my body.

Rafe starts shouting, telling me over and over that I’m strong, that I’m so strong, and that I can take this, that it doesn’t matter, that nothing Alex ever does will tarnish me in his eyes.

Only, I don’t know whether those words help or make this worse. Hearing his voice reminds me that he’s here, that he’s present, witnessing this. I can’t disassociate, I can’t pretend, I can’t deny what’s happening.

But it is a comfort. It is a relief to know that in this horrific moment, I’m not alone.

When Alex finally comes he pulls out, moving to cover my body with it as another act of degradation.

He runs his hands through it, smearing it all over me and as if that isn’t enough, he then wipes his hand over my face, covering my eyes, my nose, my lips, all of me in him. I can taste him. I can smell him. My eyes sting from the come that gets in my eyes.

I’m going to kill him.

One way or another I am going to kill this man.

“I’m offering you a final gift brother, call it a gesture of goodwill.” Alex says as he strides off to the corner of the room before he picks something up.

Rafe follows him with his eyes, but he doesn’t speak.

“I’m sure you enjoyed that little show just as I’m sure you enjoyed her cunt. So, this is my gift to you, brother to brother.” He kneels down beneath my thighs, placing something there that is big and heavy. A piece of machinery I can’t quite figureout, but I’m trembling all the same. “While I’m gone, attending to things, you can stay here, watching as my beautiful wife gets fucked. You can hear the way her cunt squelches, you can watch the way this toy penetrates her, and you can die having seen what she really is…”

Before I can truly take in those words something hard, something unforgiving rams into me.

I scream, more from shock than anything.

It’s a vibrator, a toy. As it slides out, I get a moment of relief but then it slams into me again, forcing my insides apart with its ridiculous girth.

“Fuck!” I scream. It hurts. It hurts so much.

Alex gets to his feet, patting my face lightly with his fingers. “I know how much you enjoyed my father fisting you, so I got you a toy that would do just that.”

There’s a toy like that?

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. The thing slams into me over and over, and every single thrust feels like a blow, a punch to my insides.

I have three days left, three fucking days. Is he going to keep me like this? Leave me like this?

My eyes land back on Rafe and I already know the answer to that. Of course he will. This is about humiliation. Not just mine, but Rafe’s too. He wants to torture us both, and what better way to do it than this?

Rafferty

The low hum of machines surrounds her. She lies there, fragile and pale beneath sterile white sheets. Her body is mangled, bruised.

Her face, though. It’s still hers. Full lips, high cheekbones, dark lashes fanning out over soft skin. Something about seeing her like this, so still, so unlike herself, tugs at a part of me I thought I’d buried. A part I should have buried.

She doesn’t notice me at first. She’s staring at the ceiling, or maybe through it, lost in thoughts that likely only bring her pain. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and before I can stopmyself, I move closer to the bed, as if drawn to her like a moth to a raging fire.

I take a breath, slow and measured, and sit down in the chair beside her, it’s plastic creaking slightly under my weight. Her eyes flutter in the direction of my movement, glistening and slightly disoriented. It takes a beat, and then she speaks.

“Alex?” Her voice is quiet, fragile. It’s almost like she’s asking the question even though she already knows the answer.

Of course she thinks it’s him. How could she not?

But I’m not her beloved husband, and she’ll soon know it.

Her eyes flicker to mine, and I see the recognition start to creep in.

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