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My breath hitched, adrenaline surging. I pressed my back against cold stone, wishing I could melt into it, become part of the dungeon's ancient whispers. Fear gnawed at my insides; anticipation was a bitter pill on my tongue.
"Look at her shake," Izzy taunted. "Like a leaf in a fucking storm."
"We should carve her up.” Annie's face loomed over me, grinning. "She’d look pretty. Like a patchwork doll."
Every instinct screamed to bolt, but chains of dread shackled my limbs.
"Please," I whispered, "don't do this." But my plea evaporated in the thick air, a silent prayer unheard by merciless gods.
"Aw, she begs," Izzy laughed.
"Pathetic," Annie spat.
Hold onto the light. My mind raced, flipping through memories of sunlit days, laughter... life before the fall. Before the Cinder Crew snatched it all away.
"Enough chatter," Izzy snapped. "Time to have our fun. Mom said we could do whatever we wanted to you, so long as we don't kill you."
I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of fear coating my tongue. My hands clenched into fists, nails digging crescents into my palm.
"Let's see if the sunshine girl can scream," Annie hissed, her shadow merging with the darkness that already enveloped my world.
The glint in Annie's eyes was icy as she prowled toward me, the knife in her hand glittering in the dim light. "Sunshine's gonna get eclipsed today," she sneered, the blade dancing between her fingers.
"Maybe we'll carve out a little slice of the sun for ourselves," Izzy chimed in, whip coiled in her grip.
"Please," I whimpered, not to them – they were far beyond showing me mercy – but to some shred of humanity that might still exist within these walls.
"Please?" Annie mocked. "That's no fun. Don't think we didn't watch as Chris cut you. You seemed to like it then. Perhaps we will turn you on too."
"Pathetic, isn't it? Thinking the Prince of Darkness would want anything more than to use you to bust his nut." Izzy said, a twisted smile curving her lips as she unfurled the whip with a crack that split the air.
I shrank back, but there was nowhere to hide. The first lash seared across my skin, a line of fire forcing its pattern into flesh. I bit down on my lip, the coppery taste of blood mingling with my tears.
"Look at her, trying to be so brave," Annie taunted, moving in close, the tip of her knife tracing a mocking caress along my cheekbone. "But we know you're nothing but a scared little girl."
"Scared little girls don't last long here." Izzy's laughter was the soundtrack to my pain as the whip came down again, each strike a punctuation mark in this horror story.
"Fuck!" The word exploded from me, raw and ragged, as much a release as a curse.
"Oh, that's what you said when Chris flogged you. Not quite the same tone, but we will get there," Izzy noted, drawing back for another blow.
"Let's beat it out of her," Annie snarled, raising her knife.
An explosive sound shattered the sadistic symphony – the dungeon door flying open with the force of a hurricane, metal scraping against stone.
"Enough!" Chris’s bellow echoed off the walls, fury incarnate in his towering frame. His eyes, those deep wells of blue, now boiled with a storm of rage.
"Chris—" I started, but the name caught in my throat, tangled in disbelief and terror.
"Get the FUCK away from her," he growled, advancing like judgment personified, muscles rolling beneath inked skin.
Annie faltered, her weapon hand trembling. "Chris, we were just—"
"Shut the fuck up!" His shout reverberated, a primal sound that shook the foundation of the room.
"Chris, please..." It was Izzy now, her sophisticated facade crumbling to dust under his unwavering glare. "We were just playing." She walked up to him, trying to sway her hips as she ran her finger across his chest. Disgusting. Weren't they siblings?
"Touch her again, and I swear to God," he threatened, voice lethal and low, an undertow ready to drag them down to the depths. He grabbed her hand and twisted it until she screamed. "Don't ever think you can just touch me."
