Page 10 of Silver

We’ve only been here a year, and we’ve already learned how to play the game. We’ve bonded. We’re determined to survive this fucking hellhole and make something of ourselves just to prove this fucker wrong.

The truth is, we know something he doesn’t. He’s a fucking moron, and we are smarter than the average human. I can’t explain why the five of us are so awkward, but I suspect there’s a correlation between our quirks and our IQs. We might be small, but we can outsmart him.

I pop awake, gasping as I glance at the clock. I got the rest I needed. Sometimes, the nightmares interrupt my sleep cycle in the middle. This time, I managed to get four hours. The sun isn’t up yet, so I settle against the headboard with a pile of Daphne’s kinky reading material, determined to shake the fucking dream out of my system and focus on my girl.

Fuck, she has perverse interests. My cock is hard from absorbing the very words I know she’s read over and over. My girl is kinky as fuck. She’s been waiting for the right man to come along and give her what she needs.

I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.

We have rules in this house, my brothers and I. We set them in place several years ago when we started the freshman prank. Every fall, we each pick one girl, catch her, blindfold her, and terrorize her. It’s an adrenaline rush. It calms our sadistic souls, keeping us in check the rest of the year until we do it again.

But there are parameters. We only do it once. One girl. One incident. No repeats. No contacting her before or after. No physical or sexual assault. No mutilation. We don’t mean to physically injure her. We just scare the fuck out of her so that she eases our own burdens.

This year, I chose Daphne. I already broke the house rules when I did so because I knew her. She wasn’t a random pick. And then I’ve been stalking her ever since. Now I’ve brought her into the house.

The thing is, I’m not feeling particularly bad about breaking our own rules because Rook already fucking did so himself. It wasn’t his fault that he chose my own damn sister to terrorize, but it was his fault when he continued to not only make contact with her but scare the fuck out of her for weeks.

It’s all out in the open now. He has moved Briana into our house, into his room. He’s as sadistic as I am, so that still doesn’t sit well with me because I know he’s playing with my sister’s emotions. I assume she has a masochistic side because she lets him control her, but I’m still pissed with Rook. It’s going to take time before I let it go.

In the meantime, I have to keep half an eye on my sister, which isn’t easy because Rook doesn’t let me spend time with her. He keeps her on a short leash, rarely letting her come out of his bedroom and certainly not without him attached to her hip.

I’m not sure whether that’s just his style or it’s because he’s afraid to leave her alone with me. On the rare occasions that he leaves her in the house, he always locks her in their room, denying me access. He has her phone cloned, so I can’t even text or call without him knowing. I don’t dare try to talk to her through their door because I know the asshole has cameras and microphones in their bedroom. I wouldn’t risk getting my sister in trouble with her Dom. Briana has made her own choices. She clearly enjoys her life.

The problem is, Rook doesn’t have a monopoly on any of his behaviors. The five of us have been friends for over ten years. We’re closer than brothers. We spent four years living together in one of the most vile boys’ homes. We survived. We’re resourceful. But we’re also fucked up, and we know it.

Most of the methods Rook uses to control my sister, I will also use to take over Daphne’s life. Any doubts I had about her dissipated overnight. She’s my fucking girl. My doll. My toy. My pet. She’ll be whatever I want her to be because she craves the kind of submission I demand from a partner.

She’s young and impressionable. I’m sure she’s going to be confused and wrung out for a while. But she’ll learn. I’ll teach her how to please me, and I’ll reward her when she does.

I’m glad I locked her purse in one of my desk drawers. It didn’t contain much, but it does have her phone and ID. She won’t be getting them back. I won’t need to clone her phone. I just won’t give her one.

I return my attention to the book of Daphne’s that I’m holding. Fuck, it’s dark. She reads this shit for pleasure. I wonder if she masturbates when she’s reading it. If so, those days are over.

She’s probably wondering if I have sexual inclinations toward her. I wasn’t specific last night. I didn’t touch her sexually. It was hard to hold back. My cock was fucking pulsing while I spanked her, and I nearly came when she started sobbing.

I broke her. That had been the plan, and she played right into it. I’m going to break her again. And again. I’m going to break her until she expects and craves it. I want her shaking with anticipation.

Yes, I’ll eventually take her cunt, but I want her to be desperate for me first. I want her to beg me to fuck her. Beg me just to touch her pulsing folds and clit. I can’t wait to taste her.

I can be a patient man. I’ll wait until she’s ready, until she knows she’s mine and won’t dare run from me. Won’t even try.

The sun is up when Daphne finally emerges from the small bedroom. I suspect she wonders why that room exists. Why wouldn’t I be using it as an office or a sitting room? Why does it have a twin bed, a nightstand, and a dresser?

The answer is simple. I’ve been preparing for her for the last two weeks. I couldn’t know for sure I would eventually own her, but I’m glad I was ready.

She wrings her hands together in front of her as she meets my gaze. Her ponytail has slipped, so that her locks are in disarray around her face. The borrowed T-shirt is huge on her. I don’t like it. I’d rather see her curves. But it was my only reasonable option last night.

I’ve already ordered her more clothes. They’ll start arriving soon, some things are even coming today. In the meantime, I’ve chosen an outfit for her. It’s already sitting on the foot of my bed. I’m fully dressed myself in jeans and a T-shirt. I wanted the balance of power to be obvious as soon as she entered the room.

I’m dressed.

She’s not.

It will be like this a lot.

“Use the bathroom, Daphne. Then we’ll talk.” I want to be firm with her right away. It’s how I will always be. She needs to know that.

I love the way she swallows before nodding and hurrying toward the bathroom. I’ll expect her to address me more respectfully in the future, but she’s going to be overwhelmed and frazzled this morning. I’ll go easy on her this time.