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He must be half my age, but he looks like he's determined and he's not going down without a fight.
In my years of experience, I've learned not to underestimate people just because of their height or the rate. And this boy actually looks like he might be able to go up against me. He's also much younger, making me doubt whether or not he's actually eighteen. That worries me because I swore to myself I'd never involve an innocent child in any of my games again.
Our battle takes longer. Minutes stretch by into half an hour and then an hour. I'm tired, and my cuts are bleeding, my joints hurting. Still, I attack him again and again.
I'm starting to see he's losing hope. Then I start toying with him like a cat with a mouse. It's unnecessarily cruel, but I delight in it, and when I finally take him down and knock out a few more of his teeth, he finally passes out from the pain. I don't think he'll be waking up again. He's probably brain dead after my last hit, and there's no waking him up from his coma.
But here, we fight until death, and I'm not done yet.
I stand up and glance once more at the face of the boy who used to mean something to someone. Or maybe he never did, just like me.
I stomp my boot down on his face and his suffering ends once and for all.
When Saul walks up to me to take me back home, he sees that I'm shaking from what I've had to do.
"That was horrible," he says. "You didn't have to kill that kid. You could have let him live."
"And have everyone underestimate me?" I hiss. "No, I don't think so. Now, take me back home to Tallulah."
"I don't think you're in any shape to see her," Saul says with worry. "If you go see her now you're only going to hurt her and you'll regret that in the morning."
"I don't give a fuck," I spit out. "You're here to follow my orders, so fucking do as I say.Now."
Chapter 11
TALLULAH
Xander'sassaultsagainstmenever cease.
Every day, he's back in my bedroom, patiently guiding me to an orgasm he ends up denying me. I haven't come in so long I've started to forget what it tastes like, what it feels like, when the fireworks take over your body.
But now I'm desperate to get back to that. Except I fear I won't be able to feel it with anyone but Xavier. No matter how hard Xander tries he hasn't broken me yet, and I know he won't, because I will only bend the knee to one brother. Xavier is my savior. He will get me out of this and I will thank him properly.
I still can't help the chill that falls over my body as the door to my bedroom opens once again. I'm still blindfolded, but I can't help getting excited at the thought of finally being with another human again. Apart from the maids who bring me food, my only contact with the outside world is Xander. And so I've grown grateful for even the smallest bit of attention he feeds me. It's like little breadcrumbs he keeps throwing for me. And I keep falling for them, hook line and sinker.
"Have you been chewing your bubblegum?" Xander asks me, already sounding displeased. "I told those good for nothing maids that you have to be chewing it at all times. How is it possible that every time I walk in here your mouth is fucking empty? It needs to be kept busy. And here you are being fucking lazy."
"No one gave me any gum, I guess," I hiss, hating him for invading my thoughts. "I don't know why you made me do it in the first place."
"I can make you do whatever you want. That's the first thing you should know about me," Xander laughs.
"And the second thing?" I throw back at him. "That you will never break me?"
"Shut your bratty mouth," he snaps. "The second thing you should know about me is that I want your mouth always ready for my dick. You should always be salivating at the thought of holding me deep in your throat. Feeling me hit the back of it until I spurt deep inside you. And that's why you should be chewing gum, Tallulah. So you can always be ready for me. Here."
He walks up to me and violently shoves a wad of gum in my mouth. The overwhelming sweet taste takes over my tastebuds, and I groan beneath him, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. But my hands are still tight and there's no way of getting out.
I start chewing the gum reluctantly, and the idea to pop a few bubbles pops into my head, but I'm not sure I should do it because Xander will surely have something against that. As if he's reading my mind, he tickles me under my chin while I squirm away from him in disgust.
"Blow a few bubbles for me," he suggests. "I'd love to see you do that. And then maybe later, you can pop some with your mouth while you're choking on my cock."
I shake my head violently at him, spitting the gum out at him, even though I can't reach far enough and I'm not sure where he's standing.
He laughs at my desperate attempts to humiliate him, walking up to me and shoving the gum back into my mouth, holding his palm over it.
"I think you're forgetting your role once again. You're the one who's getting punished, you're the one who's getting humiliated. Nothing you can do will stop me or change my mind from what I want in the end, breaking you, filling you full with my baby before my brother does. You know what I came here to do today, don't you?"
I shake my head even though I know exactly what he's talking about. It's so difficult to admit that I've grown to live for these moments when he comes into my room every night, filling me with his seed. There's nothing else to wish for. Not in this dark world.
