Page 45 of Deliria

His grip tightens, his gaze a storm of emotions I can’t even begin to understand. “And why should I? What makes you so special, huh?”

I swallow hard, my mind racing, grasping.

While he’s always been intimidating, he’s never been directly involved in my abuse—at least, not that I remember. If I could convince him, if I could appeal to whatever shred of decency might lurk beneath that cold exterior, is it possible to turn him to my side?

I know he and Alex hate one another. Surely, I can leverage that, use that? Play them off against one another?

This could be my only chance.

This could be what saves me.

“Because you’re not like them,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not a monster.”

I don’t even know how true that is. He certainly looks far more dangerous than either his brother or his father do, but looks can be deceiving, right?

For a moment, he seems taken aback, his eyes searching mine for something, anything. Then he laughs, a cold, mirthless sound that chills me right to the bone.

“I’ll do anything,” I plead, desperation seeping into my words. “Just please, help me get out of here. Help me get away from them.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear, and my body shudders in an entirely different way. “Anything, huh? That’s a dangerous promise to make, Little Bird.”

I nod, swallowing hard. “I mean it. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please, please help me.”

He releases me suddenly, pushing me away from him as he gets to his feet. “Fine,” he says, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “On your knees.”

I stare up at him, confusion and horror washing over me. “Wwwhat?”

“You heard me well enough.” he growls, undoing his belt. “If you want my help, you’re going to have to prove that you’re worth the effort.”

“Prove it?” I hiss. He’s just as bad as them, just as morally fucked up.

I curse myself for my stupid miscalculation while my eyes dart behind him, desperately hoping for some mercy I know will not come.

He pulls his cock out and it’s already semi-hard, thick, veiny, with a hint of precum at the very tip that tells me he’s getting off on this powerplay.

“You want me to be your hero,” He says, holding it right in front of me. “Then you’ll get on your fucking knees and worship me as that.”

Bile rises in my throat, but I know that I have no other choice. I need to survive. I need to escape. And if that means sacrificing my dignity, my self-respect, hell, even sacrificing my soul, thenso be it. Besides, it’s not like he wants something his family hasn’t already taken from me more times than I have any notion of. What’s one more insult to add to the list?

I can do this. I can use him, just like I’ve been used.

I scramble to my knees, my hands shaking as I reach for him. He smirks, grabbing a handful of my hair, pulling my head back as he meets my gaze.

“Your life depends on how much you can act like you want this.” He states before he thrusts himself into my mouth with such force that I instantly gag.

Hot tears stream down my face, but he doesn’t relent, doesn’t give me a moment’s reprieve. He just holds himself there, watching me choke while I fight for every breath.

“What’s the matter, princess?” He taunts. “My cock too much for you? You prefer sucking on my dad’s wrinkly old thing?”

I glare back at him, but that makes him laugh all the more.

He pulls himself out, tilting his head as if he’s trying to commit this entire scene to memory.

“Go on then, be the whore you are.” He murmurs, resting the very tip of himself on my lips.

God what I wouldn’t give to bite his dick right off. To prove that I’m not the weak, pathetic creature they can all use and abuse. But that moment isn’t now.

No, I have to pick my battles, and today is not one of them.

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