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Scarlett

“ N oooo,” I scream. “No, please, no,”

“How very touching,” Alexander replies, grabbing me by my hair, yanking me around. I don’t even know when I got to my feet, how I found the strength.

“Please, don’t hurt him, don’t…” His hand across my face silences the last of my pleading.

“You’re in no position to be making demands,” My husband snaps back, before slamming his knee into my belly.

“Please,” I beg. “Don’t hurt him. Hurt me, hurt me…”

“Oh, we will.” Alexander says, yanking me back, forcing me to lay across him, to witness this, to witness what Sydney is doing.

It’s barbaric. It’s horrific.

I don’t want to watch, I don’t want to see it, but Alexander holds my head, keeps my eyelids pinned open with his grubby fingers and I can’t even blink.

“See how he takes it?” He murmurs into my ear. “Who would have known Rafferty would have enjoyed cock that much, huh?”

“You sick bastard,” I spit. “He’s your brother, he’s…”

He forces two fingers into my mouth, all but suffocating those words, suffocating me.

“He’s no brother of mine.” He snarls back as he makes me physically gag.

“And he’s no son of mine either,” A voice behind us says.

My stomach drops as I realise it’s her. That she’s here, watching this, watching as a man abuses her son, as he rapes him. What the fuck is wrong with this family? Why do they hate Rafe so much?

I stare at him, at the man that I wasn’t meant to fall for, the man I wasn’t meant to love. I know this moment here isn’t just about hurting him, that it’s about proving Alexander’s dominance over us both. He wants to degrade Rafe, to hurt him in every way possible.

I can hear his moans, he’s trying to stifle it, trying to keep the pain in but it’s etched across his beautiful face. It’s there, in the way he’s clenching his hands, in the way his muscles are contorted too.

Sydney is merciless in his assault. I know firsthand what that feels like, what it is to have someone take from your own body, but to see it, to see how he’s touching him, touching Rafe. My stomach turns, bile rises to my mouth and I don’t know how I manage not to spew everywhere.

Rafe. Rafe. My heart seems to scream it out, to repeat his name over and over as if he might somehow hear it, as if it might somehow comfort him.

And then one of the guards moves, undoing his belt, getting his dick out before ramming it down Rafe’s throat.

“Nooo…” I scream through intrusion in my mouth. I kick, I jerk, and Alexander pulls me back again.

“Little bitch,” He says, “You care so much for my brother huh? You really care that much?”

My tears stream down my face. He takes his hand from my mouth and then forces his fingers inside me, using his nails to drag along the inside of my body, catching all those healing reminders of how they’ve abused me already.

“Does it turn you on? Does it make you wet when you look at him? You really thought he would be the one to save you?” He fucks me with all the hate he has, dragging those nails over and over, impaling them as if he’s trying to rip out my flesh from the inside out.

“Little Rafferty,” He spits, as though Rafe isn’t twice the size of him, as though Rafe is nothing but a simpering boy, a child and not a thirty-eight-year-old man.

“If I’d known how much he would mean to you wife, I would have brought him into our games sooner. Imagine the fun we could have had.”

“It doesn’t matter…” I gasp, squirming, trying to alleviate the searing pain of his assault. “It doesn’t matter what you do, how you hurt us. We are going to beat you. We’re going to win.”

I shouldn’t goad him. I shouldn’t be saying anything, and yet right now, I can’t just take this. I can’t just lay here and suffer all of this, to see Rafe suffer as he is, without even trying to fight back.

Alexander lets out a laugh. “You dumb bitch,” He says. “In what world could you possibly come out on top? This is over for you. Over for both of you.”

He pulls his fingers out, drags them over my bruised body before he pushes me down onto the floor by his feet.

“I’d say my wife has rested enough.” Alexander says, staring down at me with that deadly look in his eyes.

I gulp, shuddering as my body once more gives way to the fear I’ve tried so hard to pretend isn’t there.

Hands grab at me, hands pull me and I’m dragged over, dragged closer to where Rafe is lying.

I turn my head, whimpering as one of the guards starts undoing his trousers.

“Scarlett…” Rafe gasps, and I realise the bastard fucking his mouth must be done now. Sydney is still thrusting away, grunting, working himself in and out and then his face goes bright red, his panting becomes more erratic and he’s groaning, heaving as he clearly comes inside Rafe.

I can’t look. I shut my eyes, trying to fight the tears, but my legs are being pulled, my body is being twisted around and I know what’s coming next. What is always coming next.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, as calloused hands start gripping my thighs, start forcing my body wider.

“I’m sorry,” Rafe says back more fiercely. “I’m sorry. I should have saved you. I should have gotten you off this island and away from them, the very day they brought you here.”

A man I don’t know forces himself into me. Another grabs my face, using my mouth and in my weakened state, all I can do is lie there and endure it.

Beside me, so close that I can almost touch him, Rafe is there, Rafe is seeing this, is hearing this.

Shame heats my face. Shame overwhelms me.

I don’t want him to see, I don’t want him to know the nasty details.

If I’m going to die today, I don’t want him to have these memories of me, these horrific memories.

I want him to see me as I was before this.

I want him to see the girl in the bar, the smiling girl, the happy girl.

The girl in the pretty dress, full of confidence, full of life.

The girl who was determined to live, to thrive.

Not this broken creature they’ve made of me.

Not this sullied, dirtied, used up whore.

I want Rafe to remember who I was before, not what I am now.

I let out a choked sob. It’s muffled by the dick still lodged in my mouth.

The man fucking my pussy jerks, finishing up, and another is there, waiting to take his place.

As he works himself inside me, the one using my mouth finally comes and I’m quick to spit it out, to spit his disgusting taste out.

“Fucking bitch,” He says, slamming his boot into my shoulder. “My come not good enough for you, is that it?”

He leans down, scooping the vile contents up and rams it back past my lips while the others around us laugh and jeer.

“Yeah, make her choke on it,” One of them says.

“Make her fucking gag,” Another laughs.

I take it, take their taunts, take their abuse as they start jabbing me with their hands, as they start pinching, grabbing, hurting me.

“Leave her alone,” Rafe snarls, “Get your fucking hands off her.”

I know they won’t listen. Why would they? They’re having such a fun time of it.

I look across at him, at where two men are still holding him down, holding him so that he can’t get to me.

“Don’t…” My voice breaks, my heart cracks with it. “Don’t remember this. Don’t remember me like this.”

I don’t know if he understands, if he realises what I’m saying but I don’t get the chance to say more. To explain myself.

And then hands are back on him, hands are hurting him too. He groans, and he fights, but neither of us can stop this. Neither of us can do anything but shut our eyes and pray that these bastards grow tired of this. That all of this will end.