Page 20 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I manage to make my way back to the dorm.

I rush inside my room to change into a new outfit.

Thank fuck no one saw me in tatters on the way back here!

I am heading down the hallway when I'm intercepted by Dr. Bancroft. She looks rattled, her eyes serious when she says, “Phoenyxx! Good, I’ve been looking for you. Your results are in. I need to discuss them with you. Now, if you don’t mind. Can you follow me back to my office?”

My heart stutters in my chest. This doesn’t sound like anything good. “Uh, okay.”

I follow her back to the medical building, then over to her office. I pause as we pass Mr. Harris’s door. It would be nice to see him...

“Come along, dear.” The doctor motions me into her office. “Take a seat in one of the chairs, please.”

I sit, taking a deep breath. “What’s wrong? Is it bad?”

“I’ll start with the good news. You are STD-free, not pregnant, and your blood count is normal.

” She pauses a beat, then continues. “Your tests show an unusually high amount of substances in your system. These are not recreational drugs. A poisonous plant called nightshade. And Clonazepam, which is a benzodiazepine. Both of these cause extreme weakness and fatigue, depression, suicidal thoughts, slow heart rate, and more—if taken in large amounts, especially over a period of time. Are you aware of ever being given these drugs?”

I am speechless. I knew those fuckers drugged me, just never WHAT they drugged me with. I clear my throat. “Anything I say is confidential, right? You won’t tell anyone outside this room?”

“Of course, dear. It's vital that you tell me the truth.”

“Okay. The Solomons started drugging my food when I was ten. I never had a clue about what with, or how. I suspected it was in the meager amount of food they gave me, which wasn’t much.

I became really weak, tired all of the time, and lost my appetite.

I got really skinny. But, after being here for even this small amount of time, I feel so much better. ”

“Oh MY...for eight years? That explains the numbers. I believe it will be completely gone from your system in another week or two. Get plenty of rest and eat heartily. You will be just fine.” She pats my arm gently.

“It’s important for you to know that you’re safe here.

No one will be drugging you against your will.

Anything prescribed, you will be informed on. ”

“Thanks, Dr. Bancroft. Can I go now? I think I need to talk to Hunt—Mr. Harris—before I go.”

“Of course! He should be free right now. I will check on you in a few days.”

I hesitate in front of his door before I knock tentatively. “Mr. Harris? It’s Phoenyxx. I need to talk to you.”

The door opens quickly, his surprised face turning into a gentle smile. “Come in.”

I move to sit in the corner, then redirect to the chair directly in front of him instead. “I just got my test...”

He interrupts in a burst of words. “What happened to you? Your hair is messy, there’s dirt on your face, your cheeks are flushed, and there’s bruising around your neck.”

“Um...what? Nothing, I’m fine,” I try, but his eyes blaze as he reaches over his desk to touch my chin. He gently lifts my eyes to his. “The truth, Phoenyxx.”

Fuck. Fuckity-fucking-fuck. “Shit, well I was in the forest, and I, um, ran into a tree.” I weakly attempt to explain.

“The TRUTH, Pretty Girl,” he insists.

Pretty Girl? Interesting. “Dammit, Hunter, don’t make me... Ugh! Fine! Razor and Purge took me there. They made me run, then when they caught me...they had their way with me.” I blush furiously.

He raises an eyebrow, silently telling me to continue. “Purge fucked me, okay? And Razor held me still. But I’m fine, really.”

“They raped you?” His jaw clenches, and his eyes flash with violence.

“No, no! I wasn’t exactly consenting, but I did kind of stop struggling when I started, um, reacting. I wanted it at that point.”

“Phoenyxx. That's not consent! If ANY of them come near you again, I want you to come to me immediately!” His fist crashes onto his desk, scattering papers everywhere. My jaw hangs open in shock.

“Alright, I will. It's cool, though. I'm not scared or anything. Good to know you care, though,” I huff.

He shakes his head. “I care. More than I should! I am keeping an eye on you more from here on out.”

He stands up, circling around his desk to pull me up into a hug. I awkwardly stand there, not knowing what to do. “Uh, got to go now. Bye!” I quickly extract myself and rush for the door. Motherfucking MEN!

I scurry into the courtyard, head down. I can’t figure out anything anymore. What's with all the men here, anyway? And where the fuck are the freaking adults around… “Oomph!” I run into a brick wall. “Ow!” A brick wall with soft edges...

“Whoa, Speedy! Where’s the fire?”

I look up to see Trikk grinning in front of me. His smile drops, though, when he takes in my state. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

I sigh. “I’m fine, Trikk. Sorry to bump into you.”

“No, Bambi—you're most definitely not alright. Talk to me!”

I blow out an exasperated breath. “I just got my test results from doc, okay? It's...pretty scary.” Tears well up in my eyes unbidden. I blink rapidly to keep from crying. Especially in front of Trikk.

“Yeah? Fuck.” He pulls me to him, enveloping me in his arms. I stiffen, but he just squeezes me for a moment, then pulls back. His forehead drops to touch mine in a surprisingly intimate gesture. I lick my lips, having his so close to me… No, Phoenyxx, behave, dammit!

He gently takes my arm, steering me forward, into the boys’ dorm. “I’m taking you to our room for privacy. There's no one there, I promise. If you’re fine with that?”

I look at him with surprise. “Only if you PROMISE it will only be us.”

“Scout’s honor!”

I feel my lips tilt upwards a bit, his presence weirdly soothing. I follow him in, looking around, seeing no one. He ushers me down the hall to a door on the right. “My room.” He drags me onto his lap, facing him, on the bed. “Talk to me, beautiful.”

What the fuck, might as well, right? “She found seriously bad shit in my system. My other tests were all good, but this...I knew they were drugging me for years, but...” I babble.

He gently grips my chin, looking me in the eye. “Slow down, Bambi. What drugs? And WHO drugged you?”

“Um, nightshade and a benzo, Clonazepam. The old crones—The Solomons. Since I was ten,” I whisper.

His spine snaps straight, and anger fills his eyes. “Wait, the people that brought you here? Aren't they your relatives?”

“Oh HELL NO. Just a random old couple that took me in when I was eight. They drugged me from the age of ten because I wasn’t falling in line. I don’t remember anything before I was eight. I don’t want to get into that, though.”

He clenches and unclenches his fists, gritting his teeth. “They will never get near you again. They'd have to get through me first.”

I can’t stop the tears from sliding down my cheeks.

He seems so sincere, and as he swipes a tear away, I impulsively lean in and kiss him.

He makes a sound deep in his throat, his arms winding around me.

He tilts his head to deepen the angle and slips his tongue inside.

I groan, pushing myself closer. “Trikk....” I moan. “I want you.”

Never did I think I would willingly participate in sexual activities. These boys scare me and piss me off endlessly. So why am I so willing now?

He raises a brow, detaching himself enough to ask, “Are you sure? I'm not gentle, Bambi. I play rough.”

“I’m sure. I want rough and hard!” I must have lost my damn mind out in the forest. I'm still sore from Purge’s cock, but am so full of adrenaline, I don’t care.

The second the words leave my mouth, he pushes me onto my back.

He pushes up my shirt, grabbing my breasts through my bra.

He yanks it off, giving me skin burn, but I don't care.

He leans down to take each nipple in his mouth, gently sucking each one, then biting down.

I moan in arousal. He smiles as he draws my panties off me from under my skirt.

“So perfect. I see Razor has been playing with you,” he purrs, staring at my very wet pussy.

He pulls his shirt off over his head and stands up long enough to yank down his pants. No underwear, oh God...

I am struck breathless as I see his cock for the first time.

It's big— really thick—the veins standing out with how hard he is.

And the tip is pierced with a barbell! I am nervous about his size, but I shake it off.

He climbs back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.

He spreads them wide, leaning in to take a long lick from slit to clit.

I start shaking. “Oh my God, Trikk!” This is another first for me.

No one has ever eaten me before. I am trembling with excitement.

“Like that?” he mumbles into me, the vibrations from his voice snapping my hips up.

“Yes! More!”

He laughs, wraps his lips around my clit, and sucks hard. Then he starts circling it over and over with the tip of his tongue. I gasp at the sensations running through me. I feel two fingers slide into me, curling upwards. I buck again, straining closer.

“Trikk, Trikk,” I chant, as I climb higher and higher.

“Come for me, Bambi.” At that moment, I detonate like a bomb. I come hard with a scream.

He moves off me and up my body. Hovering over me, lips brushing mine, he whispers, “Are you ready?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Hold onto me tight, then!”

I scream again as he enters me in one hard thrust. “Fucking fuck!”

“Damn, so tight! What a good girl you are,” he purrs.

I clench with those words, digging my nails into his back.

He starts fucking me, so hard the bed is hitting the wall.

“I’m not going to last long, Bambi. I want you to come too.

” I just bite my lip, breathing raggedly.

He adjusts his position, slamming up into a spot that has me squirming.

I clench again, feeling that heaviness rapidly climbing again. After a couple of strokes, I explode.

“Trikk!” I feel wetness gush out of me in a surge.

“Phoenyxx!” he yells, as he pumps me full of endless come. Spurt after spurt, almost making me come again.

I crash back to Earth, waiting for my senses to return. My heart is racing, and I can’t speak yet. Once my body calms a bit, I’m able to rasp out “Trikk...”

“Shhh...no words needed. I got you.” He gets up and wanders into his bathroom. I hear the water running, and then he comes out with a wet towel. He gently cleans me up, then climbs back into bed, lies down beside me, and gathers me into his arms. “Sleep now, you’re safe.”

I murmur contentedly, already drifting away. Right before I succumb to sleep, I swear I hear him say, “Mine. My girl. I’ll protect you.”