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With my father’s voice in my head and my mind back there, I couldn’t reach dry land. I drowned beneath the kid who’d had no choice. The prisoner who couldn’t say no. The man who thought he wanted this but now would rather die.
“Henri!” Victor barked. “Don’t make me show you how to fuck her. Just do it.”
“Onn Ree, feel her. Squeeze her. That’s it. Now…put your cock in, it’s alright. She likes it…see? Onn Ree, are you not enjoying yourself? Move faster, boy. Go on—”
My teeth clenched as another gush of nausea threatened to evict every recollection I’d ever repressed. I wished I’d never unlocked them through writing. Wished I could go back to that amnesiac existence where I had no idea why I was the way I was. At least I could’ve survived then. Could’ve pretended I was happy.
But now?
Knowing what I’d done?
Remembering how much I’d hurt our mothers—
Fuck.
I fell off the couch as my stomach roiled.
“Henri, if you don’t appreciate my gift and fuck Rachel immediately, I’ll call the guards and have them help you.”
“Good.” I groaned, pushing to my knees. “Maybe they can beat this out of me.”
A few seconds ticked past. Victor’s heavy huff sounded like a cyclone in my ears. Finally, he muttered, “I told you, you’re sick. I’m helping you, don’t you see? Tell you what, if you don’t accept my generosity, I’ll call the guards in and give them a gift instead. I believe there are four in the corridor at present. I’ll let each of them have a piece of Ily. I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to—”
“No.” I crawled toward the woman kneeling on all fours. “I’ll do it,” I slurred.
Victor might’ve gotten me drunk before Ruby Tears, but tonight…my own grief had done that.
“Finally.” Victor sniffed. “I feel as if I’ve aged five years waiting for you to hurry it along.”
“Finally, Onn Ree, took you long enough to get hard. What’s wrong with you? Why can’t you come? Have you never had a wet dream before? Go on, try again.”
“Sorry.” I hung my head, unsure if I apologised to my father or Victor.
Rachel looked over her shoulder as I slowed behind her.
Her ice-blue eyes widened at whatever she saw on my face.
I couldn’t look at Ily.
Couldn’t breathe.
All I wanted to do was die.
“Tick-tock, Henri.”
“Time’s ticking, Onn Ree.”
A childhood of despicable instruction took over. Parts of my psyche that were so damaged, so dark that I’d done my utmost to forget them, rose and took charge.
In a fugue, my hands reached for Rachel’s hips.
They were a stranger’s hands.
An enemy’s hands.
A splicing vision settled over my eyes, replaying a piece of my past.
I’d seen this before.
