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Forcing myself to take a deep breath in, I try my best to steady myself, but nothing seems to work. Together, they both take a hold of me, causing me to gasp, as both sets of eyes dart down to my lips. I feel my face turning red as I look down,staring at the chipped white paint on my toenail, wondering how long it’s been since I last got a pedicure done.
As both brothers guide me towards the bath, I can’t shake away the feeling of entrapment. The madness of this entire situation is so heavy that I feel like I can no longer breathe. Shallow gasps escape me as I close my eyes, submerging my body into the warm water, praying that I’ll wake up any second now, back in my new place, with my family by my side.
But when I open my eyes again, they’re still here, watching me.
I zone out as I think back to Papa, and to Dario. I wonder whether they’ll ever find me. I wonder whether I’ll ever go back home to them. My heart aches with the loss of my family.
I have no idea how much longer I’ll be able to hold onto myself before I become something else—someone my captors want me to become. This madness will never end, and I don’t know how much more I can bear.
They’re still here, and I’m still trapped.
I’m still theirs.
As they switch the tap off, they both dip their hands into the water, pouring it onto me, getting every single inch of my body wet. I shiver against the warmth of the water, and neither one of them misses it.
As their hands trail all over my body, their breathing becomes heavy.
I try my best to control my own as their palms swipe all over me—down my neck, across my breasts, lower towards my stomach, inside my inner thighs—but I fail miserably.
A small smirk plays on Mikhail’s lips as he pulls away from me, unbuttoning his shirt before he throws it to the floor, flashing his pearly whites at me.
“It’s only fun ifoneof us is getting wet, beauty.”
I curl my bottom lip into my mouth, feeling my throat close up.
Beside him, Nikolai shakes his head as he reaches out for a new bottle they’ve brought in today, and after he’s squeezed a small amount of it onto his palm, he rubs it into my hair. My eyes flutter shut as he works the shampoo into my roots, then I open them again to look over at him.
“I need more.” I tell him quietly, then I bite down almost immediately when I realise how that must sound to their ears. And considering the way Mikhail chuckles, and the way his tattooed fingertips inch closer and closer to me downthere,I know what he’s thinking. I ignore him though. “The shampoo; it’s not enough.”
Nikolai’s eyes meet mine, a small dip appearing between his brows.
“This is how much I use when showering.”
My throat begins to feel a little tight but I force myself to continue speaking.
“My hair is longer though. If you had long hair like me, then you would need more too.”
Nikolai’s lips part as if he finally understands what I’m saying, and he nods his head at me.
Mikhail thinks this is the perfect time to butt in too.
“Give our lady what she wants.”
My breathing speeds up as Nikolai does as Mikhail says, squeezing some more shampoo into his palm as he runs it through my hair.
His fingers work in my hair, massaging my scalp as he makes sure to spread it evenly all around my head.
I sigh heavily as I close my eyes, tipping my head backward a little, finally feeling relaxed after spending so many days on edge here.
Mikhail’s fingers grow more daring. They inch further down my inner thighs, practically touching methere.I take a sharp breath in, feeling a faint throbbing sensation between my legs, as he drags his fingertips along my slit. I keep my eyes squeezed shut as Mikhail slips one finger through my folds, dragging it upward until he has his knuckle pressed to my clit.
I squirm.
Another hand creeps higher to my breast, a single digit now swirling along my tight nipple. The fingertip draws small circles on my hard nub, and the sensation of it goes straight to my core. The same attention is given to my other breast too, and since there’s now four hands in total all over my naked body. My breathing turns heavy as my lips part open, and I find myself gasping with pleasure now.
They pinch my nipples, tug on them too, as they cup my breasts in their palms. My legs are spread apart, and more fingers are on me now. They rub my clit, small circles and pinches which make me gasp, and a finger slips inside me too, stretching me wide open for more.
“Look at her.” One brother says. “How beautiful does she look like this?”