Page 131 of Deliria

“Nooo…” I scream through intrusion in my mouth. I kick, I jerk, and Alexander pulls me back again.

“Little bitch,” He says, “You care so much for my brother huh? You really care that much?”

My tears stream down my face. He takes his hand from my mouth and then forces his fingers inside me, using his nails to drag along the inside of my body, catching all those healing reminders of how they’ve abused me already.

“Does it turn you on? Does it make you wet when you look at him? You really thought he would be the one to save you?” He fucks me with all the hate he has, dragging those nails over and over, impaling them as if he’s trying to rip out my flesh from the inside out. “Little Rafferty,” He spits, as though Rafe isn’t twice the size of him, as though Rafe is nothing but a simpering boy, a child and not a thirty-eight-year-old man. “If I’d known how much he would mean to you wife, I would have brought him into our games sooner. Imagine the fun we could have had.”

“It doesn’t matter…” I gasp, squirming, trying to alleviate the searing pain of his assault. “It doesn’t matter what you do, how you hurt us. We are going to beat you. We’re going to win.”

I shouldn’t goad him. I shouldn’t be saying anything, and yet right now, I can’t just take this. I can’t just lay here and suffer all of this, to see Rafe suffer as he is, without even trying to fight back.

Alexander lets out a laugh. “You dumb bitch,” He says. “In what world could you possibly come out on top? This is over for you. Over for both of you.”

He pulls his fingers out, drags them over my bruised body before he pushes me down onto the floor by his feet.

“I’d say my wife has rested enough.” Alexander says, staring down at me with that deadly look in his eyes.

I gulp, shuddering as my body once more gives way to the fear I’ve tried so hard to pretend isn’t there.

Hands grab at me, hands pull me and I’m dragged over, dragged closer to where Rafe is lying.

I turn my head, whimpering as one of the guards starts undoing his trousers.

“Scarlett…” Rafe gasps, and I realise the bastard fucking his mouth must be done now. Sydney is still thrusting away, grunting, working himself in and out and then his face goes bright red, his panting becomes more erratic and he’s groaning, heaving as he clearly comes inside Rafe.

I can’t look. I shut my eyes, trying to fight the tears, but my legs are being pulled, my body is being twisted around and I know what’s coming next. What is always coming next.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, as calloused hands start gripping my thighs, start forcing my body wider.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe says back more fiercely. “I’m sorry. I should have saved you. I should have gotten you off this island and away from them, the very day they brought you here.”

A man I don’t know forces himself into me. Another grabs my face, using my mouth and in my weakened state, all I can do is lie there and endure it.

Beside me, so close that I can almost touch him, Rafe is there, Rafe is seeing this, is hearing this. Shame heats my face. Shame overwhelms me. I don’t want him to see, I don’t want him to know the nasty details. If I’m going to die today, I don’t want him to have these memories of me, these horrific memories. I want him to see me as I was before this. I want him to see the girl in the bar, the smiling girl, the happy girl. The girl in the prettydress, full of confidence, full of life. The girl who was determined to live, to thrive. Not this broken creature they’ve made of me. Not this sullied, dirtied, used up whore.

I want Rafe to remember who I was before, not what I am now.

I let out a choked sob. It’s muffled by the dick still lodged in my mouth. The man fucking my pussy jerks, finishing up, and another is there, waiting to take his place. As he works himself inside me, the one using my mouth finally comes and I’m quick to spit it out, to spit his disgusting taste out.

“Fucking bitch,” He says, slamming his boot into my shoulder. “My come not good enough for you, is that it?”

He leans down, scooping the vile contents up and rams it back past my lips while the others around us laugh and jeer.

“Yeah, make her choke on it,” One of them says.

“Make her fucking gag,” Another laughs.

I take it, take their taunts, take their abuse as they start jabbing me with their hands, as they start pinching, grabbing, hurting me.

“Leave her alone,” Rafe snarls, “Get your fucking hands off her.”

I know they won’t listen. Why would they? They’re having such a fun time of it.

I look across at him, at where two men are still holding him down, holding him so that he can’t get to me.

“Don’t…” My voice breaks, my heart cracks with it. “Don’t remember this. Don’t remember me like this.”

I don’t know if he understands, if he realises what I’m saying but I don’t get the chance to say more. To explain myself.

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