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“Hope was at a party she didn’t want to go to, but she figured, why not live a little? She wasn’t drinking that night. Not a single drop of alcohol passed her lips. But after an hour, she started swaying and stumbling like she’d downed a bottle of vodka. Someone carried her upstairs to one of the bedrooms and left her there to sober up. After a while, she passed out.
“You remember this part, right, Nathan? It was a New Year’s Eve bash thrown by Dean Morris, the football player who ended up breaking his shoulder senior year.”
A bead of sweat runs down Nathan’s face. I look behind me and see Valen stripping out of his clothes and placing them on the chair farthest from us.
“Anyway, when Hope wakes up, it’s to find someone pinning her down while he tears through her virginity. Someone had drugged her water with flunitrazepam or as most people call it Rohypnol. It made her weak and confused, but it didn’t do anything to numb the pain. He tore Hope up, beat her, and left her bleeding in a stranger’s bedroom while he laughed in her face and returned to the party.
“That man was your brother, Paul.”
A tear runs down Nathan’s face as I straddle his lap, his now flaccid cock trapped between us.
“But what happened next, Nathan? You remember, right? After all, you were the one who’d been guarding the door. Did hearing your brother rape a poor, defenseless fourteen-year-old girl make your cock so hard that you just had to try her out for yourself? Or did you have a weird kink about playing in your brother’s cum?
“She was trying to leave when you entered the room, but when you closed the door, she turned to get away from you. You didn’t even lift her back up onto the bed, didn’t see what she looked like, or even care who she was. You didn’t even notice the glass on the floor or the music box you knocked over as you shoved her face into the carpet and thrust your cock inside her. You fucked your brother’s cum back into her, but you had to one-up him and raped her anally as well. Afterward, you cried. Hot tears ran down her back to match the blood running down her legs as that stupid lullaby played in the background.”
I grind on him as Valen steps up behind me and slides his hands over my shoulders, offering me support. Nathan blinks rapidly as I lean down and skim my nose against his cheek.
“Hope was broken, but she was determined to make you and your brother pay, so she reported it. Went to the hospital so they could run a rape kit. They took photos and samples. She did everything right. But your daddy was a judge, and there was no way a trailer park princess was gonna tarnish your family’s reputation. He used his power to hide the toxicology report. Instead he had Hope committed. He had her deemed mentally unstable, a danger to herself and others, and buried all the evidence that suggested otherwise. She was sent to Briarwood House, a home for those considered too fucked up in the head to be free. And while there, she was subjected to more rape and torture, thanks to a broken and unchecked system. See, your brother might have put everything in motion, but he wasn’t the last person to make Hope a victim. Over and over again, she was hurt in ways you cannot even imagine. All because you and your brother liked your women unwilling and incapacitated.
“He wanted to be a lawyer to help free people just like him. He knew he was a piece of shit. He just didn’t care. But you… You became a cop. A so-called good guy who’s nothing but a monster hiding behind a badge. Did you rape more girls over the years?”
“No,” he chokes out, tears streaming down his face.
“With that face and that badge, I bet you coerced them. How many got out of tickets in exchange for a blow job, huh?”
He doesn’t reply, which is an answer in itself.
I lift his hand and hold it to my breast. I grip his fingers hard and drag them over my skin, leaving red scratches behind.
“You know the fucked-up thing about all this? And yes, believe it or not, it does get worse. It was Hope’s sister behind it all. She hated Hope and set it up for Paul to rape her. She was the one who spiked Hope’s drink, and then lied about it later. Tellingeveryone Hope had been willing but cried rape afterward when Paul refused to make her his girlfriend.”
“You did that—” he chokes out.
“No. See, here’s where it gets really interesting.” I lean down, nipping his ear with my teeth as Valen’s hands trail down my tattoo to the curve of my ass.
“I’m not Rue.”
I let my word sink in before I pull back a little
“I’m Hope. I’m the girl you and your brother raped. I’m the girl you sent to Briarwood House. I’m the girl whose life you ruined. That tattoo on my back are the notes ofHush Hushfrom the music box you knocked over. I took that fucking song and made it my anthem, my mantra. Anytime I forgot why I was doing this, I let the melody take over and remind me of the evil in this world that needed to be eradicated.”
“How?” he hisses as Valen slips a finger inside me, and I moan.
“How did I make the switch? Easy. Rue used to come visit so she could taunt me. My parents wanted nothing to do with me. They already had the perfect daughter, and Rue couldn’t resist rubbing it in my face.
“I couldn’t stay there without Valen, so when we found out he was leaving, I started hiding my meds when I could until I had enough to drug her. She always brought a fancy coffee with her. She knew I wasn’t allowed anything like that, so she would drink it in front of me.
“I deliberately spilled water on her one day, and while she was getting cleaned up, I drugged her coffee, which seemed fitting considering she’d done the same thing to me. I waited for her to pass out before stripping her and swapping our clothes. The staff didn’t even notice when they let me out and locked my sister away in my place.”
“No, they would know,” he slurs.
I moan as Valen slips a second finger inside me.
“We were twins.”
“She would have told them.”
“I’d planned for that. For a month, every time she left, I screamed and pleaded with them that I was Rue and she was Hope and that she’d knocked me out and switched us. I did it so many times that nobody believed a single word Rue said.”
