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The other brother breathes out a laugh, a dark edge to his low chuckle.
“And now, we have you.”
Tears continue falling down my face.
“Hush, beauty. There’s no need to cry.”
The other twin murmurs, his voice quieter now, and in a twisted way, even a little soothing too.
His gaze softens slightly as he reaches out, swiping his thumbs over my cheeks as he brushes the tears away.
My chest tightens painfully as both strangers continue staring at me.
More Russian words are murmured between them, and fear consumes me. I have no idea what words are being said, but the way that they’re both looking at me makes it obvious enough.
They want me.
They have me.
My stomach hurts.
“Are you hungry?”
My eyes meet his again—the one who’s been talking all along—as I blink at him, now feeling more disoriented than ever.
Hungry?
I don’t know if I’m hungry.
My stomach is hurting, but that’s not from hunger; it’s from the deep, gnawing fear which hasn’t left me ever since I woke up in this awful nightmare.
The other twin—the quieter one—scoffs softly, shaking his head at his brother.
“Our darling needs to empty her bladder first.”
He mutters, his tone sounding so clinical.
As soon as the words are said, I feel a sharp pulse of wariness through my body, and I realise he’s right. I do need to go. The pressure has been building, and I’ve been so busy trying to protect myself from them that I haven’t paid it any attention.
I squeeze my legs together, almost whimpering too, praying that the sensation will go away, but acknowledging it only makes it worse.
I need to gonow.
“Come on.”
The loudmouth grips me by my arm, yanking me up to my feet as I let out a startled sound.
My legs are weak, and I feel myself stumbling towards him, my body falling into his chest. His strong masculine scent fills my nose as I jerk back, trying to free myself from him, but I ultimately fail.
His grip on me is too tight.
He holds me in place as his palm slides down my back, freeing my hands as I gasp, my skin so sensitive as he runs his fingertips across my sore skin.
“Don’t even think about fighting me, beauty.”
The man murmurs into my ear, his voice sharp as he jolts me slightly, steadying me onto my feet.
He begins to walk, and I have no other choice but to follow behind him. His grip is painful along my arm. As he leads us out of the dark room, I feel my heart hammering in my chest. Footsteps sound out behind me, but as I turn around, I see the other twin retreating into the hallway, his eyes sharp as he watches me being taken away.