Page 191 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)

Roughly, Ash lets go, stepping away and leaving bloody shoe prints on the concrete floor. Luckily, he’s wearing his father’s shoes, we all are except Kai who has plastic shoe covers over the top of his. Gotta keep up appearances and all that, footwear marks are evidence after all.

There’s a loud sound of wet leather and metal hitting the floor as Kai drops the whip out of his gloved grasp.

Casually, he strolls over to the workbench, and I watch, my arms folded as he picks up a pair of bolt croppers, a small blowtorch, and pliers.

Turning, he catches my gaze, and there’s no warmth there.

A demon stares back at me, calling to my own, and when he holds out the blowtorch in a gloved hand, I don’t hesitate.

I walk up to my brother, and with my own double-gloved hand, take it from him, knowing what he wants.

Giving the pliers to Loki as he walks past, Kai strides to face his uncle, the man broken and bleeding, sagging in his chains before him.

Stephen lifts his head, his wide eyes taking in his nephew and the bolt croppers he’s holding.

“You forced your disgusting dick inside me when I was a child, when I thought that you were my savior, but soon discovered you were nothing but a monster,” Kai tells him, his voice deep and rough, and my hand tightens around the blowtorch at his words. “So I thought that I’d cut it off.”

Stephen struggles, and I wrinkle my nose as piss springs out from the appendage, the smell adding to that of blood in the room. Fucking disgusting.

“Y–you won’t get away with t–this!” he cries, his voice hoarse and cracked.

“Yes, we will,” Kai answers. “Loki.”

Loki steps forward, grabbing the end of Stephen’s dick with the pliers, and Stephen lets out a cry of pain as Loki pulls it out. It doesn’t go far, small dicked motherfucker. Although, I guess if someone had my cock in pliers, I might not be showing them all I have to offer.

“Doubt you’ll miss this much, Stephen,” Loki comments, clearly thinking the same as me.

I light the blowtorch, Stephen’s eyes darting to me as I step up close.

“You didn’t think we were going to let you die that easily, did you?” I ask him, my voice low and dark. I laugh.

Rest in Peace by Dorothy starts to play, and I arch a brow at Loki.

“It’s the perfect song for revenge torture!” he argues, his head bobbing with the rock music.

“Fucking madman.” I chuckle, turning my stare to Kai.

“This,” Kai tells Stephen, opening the cutters and placing them around the base of Stephen’s dick, “is going to hurt.”

LILLY

“Aaarrrggghhh!”

My scream echoes around the room as wave after wave of agony rips through my body, barely letting me breathe.

The pads that Mai placed on the floor cushion my knees as I kneel, my upper torso resting on the seat of the sofa as I grip Roman and Rowan’s hands so tightly I’m surprised I’ve not broken them.

“That’s it, Lilly!” Mai encourages me from behind. “I can see baby’s head, breathe deeply and let your body do its thing.”

I manage to follow her instructions, breathing through gritted teeth as I feel my vagina being stretched to an impossible size. Fuck, I thought Jax and Ash together down there was a lot, but it has nothing on this. This burns like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Good girl, that’s exactly it,” Mai praises, and it’s all I can do to focus on just breathing.

Shit, I wanted to be all zen earth mother, and here I am screaming like a fucking banshee. Some things never change, a brief flash of meeting Loki for the first time flits through my mind before the overwhelming urge to push fills me.

“I–I need to push,” I gasp out, sweat dripping down the side of my face.

“Then push, my lovely,” Mai encourages, and I take a huge inhale, pushing as I breathe it out through another loud scream.

A rush of liquid and something else expels from between my legs, and my muscles feel suddenly weak as all tension leaves them. Seconds later the most wonderful, unexpected sound of a baby's cry sounds behind me, and I straighten my back as Mai passes a wriggling slick bundle between my legs.

Oh shit .

Instinctively, I grab my baby and bring it in close, marvelling at the miracle that I’m holding.

“Congratulations, Lilly,” Mai says, her voice thick, and I sit back on my heels twisting to look at her.

“Is it a boy or girl?” one of the twins asks, and I look down at the bundle in my arms, the cord still attached and pulsing slightly.

“A girl,” I whisper. “She’s a girl.”

I look up at them with tear-filled eyes, my forehead creasing as another slight pain hits me followed by more slickness between my thighs.

“That’s the afterbirth,” Mai informs me, and I do an awkward shuffle to see a large blob of red on the sheets we put down, the cord flowing from the placenta to my baby. My baby girl.

My eyes trace her tiny body, taking in every detail, and a choked laugh falls from my lips when I get to her head.

“She’s ginger!” I exclaim, delight filling me as I look at her mop of red hair, just like her dad. “And has so much hair.”

“She’s beautiful,” Mai tells me, coming beside me and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “The cord has stopped pulsing, so let’s cut it and you can have a lie down with her.”

Mai orders the twins to get me something to drink and eat then helps me onto the sofa that’s been pulled out to create a sofa bed.

She helps me clean up after she’s checked me over to make sure there were no tears, all the while I hold my baby girl to my chest and just fucking marvel at her existence.

“Does she have a name?” Roman asks, and I look up to find him and Rowan waiting with snacks and a drink.

I look back down at my baby, who’s happily taking her first feed, and I can feel my lips lift up in a soft smile, warmth suffusing my entire body.

“Violet,” I reply, not taking my eyes off her, my hand gently stroking her soft head. “Her name is Violet.”