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Ember
Ithought being withoutEthan was hell, that having pushed him into such extreme action, purely by being a selfish asshole, was the most unbearable thing I’d been through. Worse than what they’d done to me at school, because I’d survived that, hadn’t I? I’d come out the other side of it, okay, scarred, and fucking broken, but I made it.
Knowing I’d destroyed Ethan had been eating at me, because even though I’d wanted to break him down, and force him to want me, I hadn’t wanted to almost kill him. I wasn’t like my dads and my brother, and killing wasn’t something I thought I could actually do. I knew I’d threatened Ethan’s neighbour with it, but I’d hoped the fear would do what I wanted, so it never came to that.
Ethan left me on the bed after he finally pulled his fingers out of me, and he was gone for what seemed like hours, although as it turns out, it was longer. I’d clearly dozed off, but when Iwoke up, something was wrong, different… there was a smell in the air that was oddly familiar, but to my dazed senses, it wasn’t registering.
I felt groggy, almost drunk, and I was starting to wonder if I’d had some kind of medical emergency, except that I was still tied to the damn bed, only something was wrapped around my head.
“Eth… Ethan?”
He was sitting on the bed beside me, wearing just sweatpants, and looking delicious with his scruffy dark hair, scruffy dark beard, and intense dark eyes. His chest was still toned, and dusted with a little more of that dark hair, and his abdomen was still sporting the x-rated artwork I’d painted on it, albeit without some finishing touches I’d wanted to add.
His grin though, that was starting to worry me. I mean, I wasn’t honestly sure what more he could do to me, that he hadn’t already done, but he was up to something, and I wasn’t going to like it.
“Did we sleep well, little saboteur? Did we have sweet dreams of being fucked good and hard? Did you dream of me? Did you dream of being mine, because you are, you know. All fucking mine now.”
I tried shaking my head, but whatever was wrapped around it was preventing my movement, making me feel even more groggy and confused.
“What’s… what’s happening?” He lounged back onto one elbow, beside my hip, while he stared at me with that grin still in place. He looked calm, relaxed, and wickedly amused. Did I do something in my sleep? Did he do something?
“What’s going on?”
He leaned over me with his other arm, stroking his fingers up my stomach, his light touch tickling my flesh.
“Oh, well, you’ve been out now for a while, so I had to amuse myself.”
Why did his words make me feel like I was missing something important? Why did I start to worry about exactly what he’d done to me while I was…wait…
“Did you drug me?” Was that why I felt so groggy?
Ethan chuckled, tickling my stomach with his fingertips.
“Isn’t that how we do things in this family, baby?”
Oh god. He’d drugged me!
“Yeah, see, I let myself in here days ago, searched it from top to bottom, found that hidey hole in the floor stuffed with clothes, drugs, and rope, and stuff. You lot are pervy as fuck, but it works out well for me. I’ve had time to prepare what I need to keep you here, but those drugs… yeah, I had to let you see how that feels. How it feels to lose the ability to remain conscious, how it feels to know that you’ve been out, unconscious for hours, and you have no idea what happened to you. Does it make you feel helpless, Ember? Does it make you wonder what sickening things I did to your unconscious body? I didn’t tattoo you, of course, because I can’t draw for shit, but I did do other things.”
“You had sex with me?” He leaned closer, licking his way up my stomach, grazing my skin with his teeth.
“Obviously. Who wouldn’t? Old Ethan wouldn’t have, of course, but he’s dead, remember?” Oh god. He had sex with me while I was drugged. I was starting to realise that was only part of what he’d done though, and I had a feeling the other stuff was worse.
“What else did you do?”
He inhaled deeply, chuckling softly.
“What can you smell, Ember?” What? Oh god, that smell had been bugging me, hadn’t it. It was sharp, chemical, almost like industrial cleaning products or… or bleach.
“Is that bleach, Ethan? What did you do?”
He laughed, sitting up and reaching for my head, dragging what I now realised was a towel away from my hair. Strandsof my hair fell back against my face, but they weren’t dark like they’d been for so long. No. They were light. Blonde. Pale.
“WHAT? You bleached my hair?! You twisted fucker! How dare you? How dare you fuck with my appearance like that!”
Ethan
