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My body tenses in anticipation of his cruel attack once more. I know there's nothing I can do to stop him.
As he lays me back on the bed, forcing me into a doggy style position, I don't fight him. Even if I weren't blindfolded, I would close my eyes right now to get as far away from the moment as I possibly can. I feel his monstrous cock realigning with my center again. I hate that my body gets excited for this. It's probably only because he's so similar to Xavier and my mind is still stuck on Xander's brother, hoping he'll find me and bring me back home where I belong.
I don't know whether I'll ever recover from everything he's done to me.
"God damn, your pussy is so inviting, my dear. I could spend hours inside you. But we don't need that, we need to make it as unsatisfying and quick for you as possible, so you don't come on me. After all, you haven't been a good girl yet, and I need to keep you denied so you will keep obeying me."
My heart stops for a second. I know there's some truth to what he's saying, because I haven't had an orgasm in so long. I'm so afraid of the consequences of my actions. My body is starting to submit even though I don't want it to. I'm craving a release I know will never come, because if I know anything about Xavier and Xander is that they'rebothruthless.
I feel the punishing thrust of his cock inside me again. One more time, he thrusts deep inside me, stretching me out around his cock and making me wonder whether or not he's bigger than Xavier. I wonder... If I ever get back together with his brother, will Xavier be able to feel that Xander has been inside me?
Bile rises in my stomach. I can't stand Xander touching me like this. It's so inappropriate.
I find myself going to my happy place where I'm with Xavier instead. Unfortunately, that brings me closer to an orgasm and I know if I let myself have one, I'll be punished accordingly.
But Xander pays it no mind. He just fucks me harder and harder.
Finally, he groans and I feel his cum coating me from the inside.
The implications of what he's just done make me speechless.
He's trying very hard to get me pregnant and I have no doubt that he's going to succeed. These cartel men are capable of anything, and I now know he could do anything to me, and my body would break for him unwillingly. There's no one here to stop him.
He steps back to admire his handiwork, his cum dripping out of my pussy and making me feel like a filthy whore. My thighs are smothered, thick drops running down my legs as I wait for him to finish his inspection.
Before he leaves, I can feel him slapping my ass and then he places the ropes back around my wrists. There's no escape.
My life has turned into a nightmare. The only thing that's keeping me going is thinking of Xavier and the life I could possibly return to... if Xander ever gets sick of me.
Chapter 8
XAVIER
Agetwelve
My brother and I have been in the orphanage now for a few years, which haven't been easy in the slightest.
We've slowly made our way up the ranks, cementing ourselves as one of the top dogs in this place. Everyone comes to us for answers and whenever someone wants something, they come to pay a little visit to us, too.
It's taken a lot of leadership on my part, but I have no problem doing it. I'm always so protective with my little brother Xander. He's only twelve now. I'm two years older. A lot of people tell us we look just one another, but to me, it's just another way for them to tell me I'm responsible for Xander, and for pulling us both out of the mess we've found ourselves in.
When we lost our parents, I promised myself I'd take care of Xander. And I also promised my mother on her deathbed that I'd be the one to take care of Xander when he had no one else left. I've always felt like it was my duty to take care of my little brother, like I didn't have a choice. It sometimes makes me resentful. It's why I'm cruel and often impatient with Xander. He doesn't seem to realize I'm only doing it because I'm trying to prepare him for the world outside.
There are no nice people out there.
There are opportunists, users and very bad man. But no one nice. I know that through experience.
As it is now, I don't think Xander stands a chance in the outside world. I need to train him to accept the cruelty of other people. After all, I've seen too much of it to count. I know my brother needs to be prepared for it once he ventures into the outside world, out of this orphanage.
Every child in here has a dream to be adopted by a wealthy family and shown a life like no other. But the orphanage isn't a nice place. It's old, rotting at the seams and slowly falling apart around this. But this orphanage in particular, is famous for its clients.
When we first came here, I was doubtful, but I've seen so many kids' lives changed as I learned about this place. It's rare for us to stay in touch with any of the adopted kids, and they never come back. But I've heard from the people who work here and from the other children, that this orphanage often gets people adopting children who are... morally gray.
People who work in a dark and dangerous business I only know as the cartel.
For a kid like me, seeing cartel leaders succeed to the point they can get anything they want with enough money has convinced me that I can be one of them too. That I could leave this place along with my brother and start a new life one where the worries I have now have no place. One where I don't need to stress about survival every single day, where I don't need to fight for food or for justice for myself and my brother.
Every day, I find myself hoping one of us will be seen by one of the families who comes here. Even though we're only a few years apart, Xander and I look very much alike. He had a recent growth spurt, and often people mistake us for twins. Even though we're not, the small difference in age between us is enough for them to believe we are.
