Page 81 of Justyce
Black dots dance behind my retinas.
“Do that again and I won’t be so nice.”
Calming my breathing, I lift my chin and ask, “Why are you even here, Georgie? I thought you and your brother stopped talking years ago.”
“Awww, poor widdle Kenzi hasn’t joined the pieces together yet. You should have stayed in New York or at least stayed hidden in that Rapunzel castle of yours.”
A wheel turns slowly, clicking into place. He knows I was a prisoner at Justyce’s, maybe even the fact I was a debt to be repaid. However the next words that leave his lips shatter that theory.
“Maybe I’m not here to see that brother,” he taunts, his sandy colored eyebrow lifting in challenge.
“What are you talking about? You only have one brother, you fuckwit.”
“Do I?” he retorts, seemingly skipping over my insult.
My eyebrows draw downward and I attempt to tackle what’s going on.
“It still hasn’t clicked yet, has it?”
“You really should drop the enigmatic shit because we both know you’re not that smart,” I hiss.
“It was bound to happen, you know, sibling rivalry and all.”
I don’t say anything as I look at him, befuddled. Did he have a bad batch of steroids or something? Because I swear it’s not only his dick that’s shrunk from the drugs, it’s his brain matter also.
“He’ll never find you, you must realize that, Kenzi Bear. Even if he does, it’ll be too late.”
White spots flicker behind my eyes when I hear those words again. My vision vacillates between Draconis and Georgie’. Their pale ass blue eyes look so similar.
“Are you going to tell her,dad?”
My eyes grow wide at his admission. Justyce, my Justyce is Georgie’s brother?
Draconis chortles darkly, “I don’t think I need to, son.”
I will my voice to work, for my lips to move, but nothing happens. Draconis leans in and rips my hands from my breasts.
“These are mine, Kenzi.” He pinches my nipple maliciously and I cry out in pain. “I own you and once I’ve finished with you all you will be is a blank canvas, a shell of the girl you used to be. I cannot wait to see the look on his face. He’ll know of course, Justyce that is. He’ll know I ruined you, tarnished and broke you into a million pieces only to watch my son break apart from the inside out. It won’t last long, though, for him that is.”
He spits on my face and I clench my eyes closed, only for them to jar open when I feel his rough, hot tongue on my skin.
“Justyce won’t save you this time, I made sure of it. You see this cell you’re standing in,” he waves his hands around, “this used to be his. Whenever he would disappoint me or disobey me, he lived down here, much like you are now. I’ll be back for you, and when I do I won’t be so pleasant.”
With that statement hanging in the air, Draconis grips Georgie by the shirt and drags him out of the room then locks the cell in his wake. I stand there stunned, trepidation rippling over my flesh as I eye the open dungeon door he didn’t bother closing.
Hell, it’s not as if I could get out of here even if I wanted, they both know it. Pulling my ripped shirt over my breasts, I tie it together the best I can and try to ignore the stickiness of Draconis’s drying cum on me.
My fractured thoughts find Justyce and tears burn the back of my irises as I imagine a much smaller, messy dirty blonde haired Justyce locked down here. How long did Draconis leave him down here? Did he feed him?
My heart rips asunder, and the wetness coats my cheeks. I think how he must have felt, being so unloved, so worthless, so insecure and I feel like a bitch for using the daddy tactic when I first became his possession to toy with. I sigh, noting I’m more fucked up than I realized because I not only fell for my captor but I feel sorry for him.
To make matters worse, I sit here fiddling with the collar around my neck that Justyce gave me, feeling grounded as I ask for him to save me from this fucked up shade of perdition. The locket hanging off the collar calms me while I flick it between my thumb and index finger. If I make it out of here alive, I’m going to see a shrink, I swear it.
Stumbling through the small room, I find the furthest corner from the light spilling in from the door and crawl into myself. No matter how far I withdraw, I know Draconis will come back for me. I’m not foolish. I know I won’t make it out of here unscathed or untouched, or possibly alive.
I’ve run away from one gilded hell, only to find myself drowning and suffocating in the River Of Styx by the very monster who made the one I’ve fallen for.
Such a stupid, naïve little girl I am. Shivers rack my body and the tears I shed dry on my flesh as I curl up on the frozen, ice-like concrete.
