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Carnage. Pleasure. The best fucking in their lives.
In the name of history.
20
ARTHUR
With a click of my tongue, the horse picks up speed, riding fast. We’re practically flying through the shrubs and trees as I make my way through our self-proclaimed battlefield. Tonight’s not as cold as last year'sReinventionby far, but still my body trembles as my gaze sweeps my surroundings.
“Where the fuck are you?” I grumble through gritted teeth.
Around me, it’s a salacious mix of pure lust and pretend rage. Some soldiers are still marching around, laughing and joking as they call out what they’re going to do once they find their red cloaks.
“Punishment.” The word shifts through the air, where three other guys are bending over a woman in a red cloak. They have shifted up the delicate material to above her waist, showing off her naked ass as it gets plundered by one of them. I look away, the sight too familiar and not helping me to calm the fuck down.
There’s something else though…
“Ssshh.” I clack at the horse to calm down and steer us toward where a guy is standing alone, facing the lake. It’s the same lake where Damien, Dominique’s older brother, diedexactly two years ago. He’s turned his back to me, but when he hears me coming, he turns around, his mask already moved up to show me his identity.
“Julien?” I ask. “What the fuck—”
“You have to go to the stables.” He stares up at me. “I’ve found something. I called you during Christmas break, but you never picked up. Come on.” Without waiting for me to follow, he just starts running over the sandpath, back to where we came from, nearly running into the chariot that bumps over that same trail, the blue and yellow flag fluttering in its speed. Inside, I catch a glimpse of two guys fucking.
The speed of my heart picks up, matching the increased jog of the horse as I follow Julien through the woods.
When we halt in front of the deserted stables, he places a finger in front of his lips, gesturing to me to be quiet. There’s a soft glance in his eyes, one I can’t decipher.
“Two years ago, I lost my love. If you would know the number of times I begged for time to go back, for me to change its outcome.” He inhales deeply, steadying himself and his emotions when his hand reaches out to grab the wooden porch. “I’m sorry, Arthur, and good luck. But I just couldn’t let this happen to anyone else.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I frown. My heart beats erratically. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You wanted me to find out about Régis. I never thought it would be like this.” He takes a few steps from me, then halts and turns. “And don’t put on your flashlight,” he whispers, then he’s gone.
As I peek inside the shed, something skids inside the back of my throat only to slowly descend, unfurling and tightening my chest in its wake. The place is cold, humid, but aside from that, it’s empty.
No.
I strain my ears at the sound of the softest of sobs.
It’s not.
My heart ruffles painfully inside my ribcage when I zoom in on the sound I’m so familiar with. My little stepbrother. I know it’s him.
Unsure if I should make my presence known, I hesitate for a few seconds. “Régis?” I finally whisper, then jump at the sudden bang of the rifle.
“Punish them, soldiers!” Someone shouts.
The sobbing inside the stables increases in volume, and I can practically smell the bitter scent of fear.
“Oh my god.” I stride inside the space, determined to comfort Régis and bring him back, but immediately bump into a brick wall. “What the…” I grumble, brushing the dull ache from my forehead before switching on the switchlight, despite what Julien said before. I can’t see shit and frankly, hearing my little stepbrother sobbing, makes my inside capsize with worry. Still, as I make my way further inside, nothing prepares me for what lies before me.
Inside the shed, against the wall in the far corner, stands an iron cage. And inside is—inside is… I freeze.
“Régis?” He’s curled up behind the metal bars of the cage. No, not a cage. It’s fucking kennel. Meant for ananimal. My heart thumps painfully inside my ribcage, fluttering and tightening and making me sick at the sight of my little stepbrother, who has been put inside this prison like some sick joke. “Who—who did this to you? I’ll fucking kill them.” In less than three steps I am crouched down by the kennel, my fingers already on the chain. “They even locked you up? What the hell. Tell me who did this,chaton. Tell me.” Opening the door, I reach out for him with both hands. “Come here.”
He coils away to the furthest corner.
“What the—Régis?” I frown. With my flashlight pointing straight at the ceiling, there’s only a glimmer on my little stepbrother’s face. But I see enough. “What’s going on, baby?”
