Page 92 of Deliria

Come on, Scarlett, just do this. Just give them what they want and then they’ll leave you alone.

My fingers move quicker. I become more panicked, more desperate.

I can feel my blood starting to pound in my ears, I can feel my heart racing from the amount of adrenaline pumping through my veins. Just come already. Just do this and then it’ll be over.

Tears slip down my cheeks.

This is so much worse, so much more degrading that simply having them use me.

I don’t want to moan but a wail leaves my lips, and that’s what they take it for.

“That’s right, scream out, cry our names, slut.” Vincent says into my ear before he bites down on my neck.

My last grip on reality snaps. My last grip on sanity severs and I let my body explode, let that wave roll over me while they groan, and they grunt, and they steal every last piece of my soul with it.

Rafferty

Where the fuck is she?

I feel like I keep asking that question over and over and all I’m met with is the same blank, robotic stares.

What the fuck is this? Has Alexander drugged everyone in this damned house?

I know I shouldn’t do it. I know this is overstepping, but I have to make the call. I have to let him know. He’ll be furious that I do, furious that I’m putting all the carefully laid plans at risk and yet, if she’s dead, if they’ve killed her…

No. They haven’t killed her.

They wouldn’t. Not yet.

There’s a timeline to this. They have just as much of a carefully constructed plan as we do.

Scarlett is alive. She’s worth too much to them for it to be otherwise.

The reply I get back is curt. To the point.

It’s as good as fucking useless.

He tells me that Scarlett is doing what is necessary and that I should be doing the same. Like that means anything.

I start going from room to room, starting with hers. I don’t know what I was expecting, I don’t know if I imagined she’d just be there, tucked up in bed, fast asleep and safe and sound.

But it’s empty. Stripped down. The air feels stale. It’s like she never existed in this space.

Where the fuck is she?

I let out a roar of frustration before I storm out of the room. If I have to search this entire house, then I will. If I have to go room to room, check every crevice, every damned priest hole, every space capable of hiding a person then by God I will do it.

I will find her.

I will.

Even if it kills me.

Scarlett

“They twist the key and lock the door,

What was mine is mine no more.

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