Page 26 of Lethal (Wellard Asylum #1)

His other fingers leave my ass, and I almost weep, my puckered hole demanding to be filled.

He threads his fingers through my hair, yanking out strands, and causing tears to cascade down my face, as he drags me closer to the orderly by my hair.

“I want you to get some joy from the man who almost took you away from us. You need to take back your power. You’re not weak.

You need to show him that.” My eyes widen with sudden fear, but inside, my stomach is a flutter with nervous energy.

I don’t know where he’s going with this, but wherever it is, it’s past the point of ever turning back.

“Please, no, please!” I beg, but I know it’s useless, and deep inside, it angers the monster that wishes to be unleashed.

“You want to please us, don’t you, little toy?

“ The way he asks doesn’t require an answer, but even if I replied ‘no’, it wouldn’t matter, not at this moment.

I am wholly theirs, a prisoner under their control, and they can do what they want with me, and I won’t be able to stop them.

That thought brings me so much pleasure, as it courses through my body, and my pussy weeps until it’s soaking both my thighs, as I attempt to clench them together to create some friction.

“So needy, our little slut. Look at how she squirms, brother,” Bash teases as he releases my throat, pinches my nipple painfully, and Wren grins widely.

“She needs something to ride, doesn’t she, brother?” Wren questions.

“Grab his hand, Wren.” I’m so lost, in all the sensations running wild within me, that I don’t realize what they intend until it’s too late, and I try to scramble away, but Bash’s hold on my hair and breast compel me forward.

“You will ride his hand and make yourself cum, or I will bleed you dry, and fuck your dying corpse. Do you hear me, slut?”

Oh my god, no, this is insane. I can’t allow this to happen, I can’t be a part of this, it’s too far into their shared depravity. Stop lying to yourself, you know you want this, you’re soaking wet at just the thought of them watching you fuck that disgusting man’s hand.

“Bash! I don’t want to share with him. He’s a bad man, and he tried to take from us what is ours!” Wren whines like a petulant child, and slams his foot down on the orderly’s stomach, followed by his cock. “Mine! She’s mine! You don’t get to have her!”

“We’re not sharing, Wren, she’s taking her power back, just like we did with Mom and Dad, brother.

He’ll get no pleasure out of it, we’ll make sure of that.

” Bash releases his hold on me and grabs the abandoned shiv from the floor.

He forces it back into my hand, closing my fingers tightly around it.

“You will do as you’re told, slut, without hesitation, without any weakness.

You belong to us now, and the Carnevils are not weak.

You will ride his fucking fingers, and when you’re close to orgasming, you’ll do what you need to do to make us proud. ”

Wren stomps on the orderly’s arm, and I hear a snap, as breathless screams fill the room.

He bends down and lifts the mangled, limp arm up, and pushes four of the orderly’s bleeding fingers together, and toward my throbbing, wet pussy.

“Oh, look, lube! You’re so lucky, Doctor!

” Wren giggles like a psycho as I widen my thighs, and he pushes the man’s fingers inside my tight hole.

“FUCK!” I scream, the pain of being filled roughly, and stretched, courses through me, as does the immorality of what is happening at this moment.

My body moves all on its own, forcing itself down on the digits, and riding them like I would a thick cock.

The beads of ecstasy start pinging up my spine, and I know it won’t take me long to cum.

I’m so wet that the sounds are loud and grotesque, filled with my mewling whimpers, and the twins’ harsh pants, as they watch me obtain my pleasure from an enemy, from someone who tried to take what is theirs.

That’s it, Cat, take back your power. You’re strong, stronger than you could have ever imagined.

“That’s it, little toy, harder, faster, fuck those fingers like they’re our cocks,” Bash demands as he comes around my body, and bites down on the swell of my breast.

“Fuck, Bash! So good, it feels so fucking good,” I moan.

“Kill... me! K...ill meeee,” the guard mumbles over and over in pain, but instead of distracting me from my pleasure, it makes me feel alive, and intensifies all of the rising emotions.

Bash kisses my forehead, almost reverently, before taking my mouth.

His tongue slides in with mine, sucking on my tongue, and licking the inside of my mouth.

His fingers slide down to my clit and perform circles on my throbbing nub, until I gasp into his mouth with a rush, as my orgasm rises to the highest pinnacle, and plummets me over the other side.

The metal in my hand is directed by Wren to the orderly’s throat, and without being urged, I drive it with all my force, and rage, into his neck.

His gurgle is wet and weak. I don’t stop riding his fingers, and plunging the metal blade again and again into his flesh, until I can feel my skin coated in his hot blood, and my orgasm rips through me, a lightning bolt tearing me apart.

“That’s a good girl. I knew you were perfect for us, my porcelain doll, just perfect.

“ Wren touches my wrist and forces me to drop the shiv. The air in the room is hot now, filled with the scent of iron, sex, and depravity. They are both on me then, mouths on my neck, hands at my hips and breasts, while the dead man’s fingers linger still inside of me.

Bash kisses me like a man possessed, pulling me into his madness.

Wren’s hand slips inside my coat, dragging it off, like it offends him that I’m still wearing it.

My coat hits the floor, ripped from my limbs.

Wren’s bloody hands run across my skin, painting me red.

“It’s my favorite color, I knew it would suit you.

” Bash moves aside so his brother can have a taste of my lips.

I moan into Wren’s kiss, whimpering from Bash’s tongue on my nipple.

There is no difference between terror and want now.

No place where shame ends and hunger begins.

I am no longer me without them. I’m as tainted by sin and darkness as they are, but I knew that all along. It just doesn’t scare me anymore.

I don’t understand how it happens; one second, I’m on my knees between them, fucking a dead man’s digits, and enjoying the touch of two insane serial killers, and the next, I’m bound, straps tight across my chest, arms folded tightly behind my back, and I can’t move an inch.

Straitjacket, my mind supplies, as I struggle to get free, and the dead man’s hand slips from between my legs, as both brothers back away from me to admire their handiwork.

“Wait!” I gasp, thrashing. “What are you... What the hell is this?”

“Safety first, beautiful,” Wren chuckles, brushing my hair away from my clammy face. “You looked too free, and my voices didn’t like it.” Wren grins as Bash kisses each of my eyelids gently, like one would with a child.

“Now you’re ours, little toy. ”

The jacket bites into my skin, and my legs spread beneath me.

I can still feel my wetness and the blood coating my skin.

My throat is raw from Wren’s hard cock and Bash’s fingers.

My body aches, but in a pleasurable way.

A reasonable person would be screaming, attempting to fight back, and trying to get away, and yet here I am, content in this confinement, alone with two killers with a penchant for eating their victims.

I belong here. I belong to them, and perhaps I have always been a part of them, and they of me, and I was just waiting to find them. Yes, waiting to find the other half of us, the monsters that complete us. Let them crawl inside of you, Cat, and make a home, that way, we will never be parted.

“I want you,” I whisper. “I... I belong to you.”

Bash grins, a smile that reaches his eyes, and it brings me so much joy. Wren leans in close, his tongue sliding out and licking the side of my face. “We know.”