Page 22 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

I feel hollow, almost like a ghost. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Am I paralyzed? I can’t move or speak. I can see and hear; I just don’t know where I am.

I feel a cool breeze across my skin, and something warm draping my shoulders.

It feels like I’m naked underneath. I'm sitting, but that’s all I know. Fear surrounds me like a shroud.

I hear loud voices coming closer. My heart picks up speed. The voices are close. I think I recognize one—my friend. Right?

“OH MY GOD Nyx! What....Holy taco, what do I do? How? Oh, My Goddd...”

“Val, calm down. We need to check on her.”

I frown internally. That voice is vaguely familiar.

“Phoenyxx? Honey, can you answer me? It's Bryan and Valley. We're here to help.”

Bryan and Valley. Right, they are my friends. That's good.

“I’m covering her,” the girl—Valley—says, tears in her voice. “Bry! There's blood all over!”

“We need to take her into the bathroom. Phoenyxx, I need to check for injuries. I'm going to lift and carry you, okay?”

I can’t answer, just hang limply as I’m lifted and gently carried across the room. I'm put down on the toilet lid. Bryan peers down at me, snapping his fingers a few times. “She’s not responding still. I think she’s in shock, retreated inside herself.”

“Let me check her body,” Valley responds. “Nyx? I've got to take the covers off, okay? Bryan, turn around, please.”

She bares my body to the chilly air again. She pales as she looks down. “Her hip has bloody fingerprints. Her voice shakes as she takes my hand and helps me stand. “Oh!” she sobs, tears rolling down her face. There's blood everywhere, down there. I don’t, I can’t...”

“Valley, hold it together. She needs you. Check where the blood’s coming from.”

“Yeah, okay.” She gently probes between my legs. “It’s not her girl parts...OH! Oh no... Nyx...” She is incoherent for a second, then chokes a bit as she gasps out “It’s her butt. It's really bad, Bry! What did that animal do to her?”

A single tear slides down my cheek. I retreat further inside before I can remember.

Frost

“What animal? What the hell are you two doing in my apartment?”

“Frost! It's Nyx. Synn told me and Bry to come check on her. The door was open. We found her naked, on the bed, with blood all over the place. I can’t, she isn’t, fuck!”

“You need to calm the fuck down now!” I turn towards a standing Phoenyxx, who’s staring off into nothing. “What the fuck? Can she hear me?” I take her arm and turn her around. She cooperates, though she doesn’t react at all.

“Fuck,” I mutter, when I see her ass, the tops of her thighs, and her lower back all smeared with blood.

“Bend over, Killer.” Valley gasps, and I snap out, “I have to see the injury, so shut it.” She complies, bending down at the waist. I squat down to see better.

I whistle when I see the extent of the damage.

I straighten back up. “You can stand back up now.”

“You, boy—go grab a shirt and sweats from the bottom drawer of the dresser. Valley— get a towel and wet it under warm water, and grab the First Aid kit in the medicine cabinet.”

They bring me everything. “You can both go now. I'll take it from here.”

“But...” Valley protests.

“No,” I say calmly. “I will take care of her; you have my word. I will call you with news. Before you ask, I have the numbers for everyone in this place.”

“O…okay…” she hiccups. “Nyx? I love you so much! It will be okay. Frost is going to take care of you and keep you safe.”

Her friend pulls her out the door. I sigh, bringing my attention back to Phoenyxx.

Her body is shaking, her eyes empty. I take the wet towel, gently dabbing the blood off of her hip.

I walk behind her to clean the blood off there, too.

I pry her cheeks apart, wiping the blood from back there.

I look closer, and can see torn tissue, and rip lines around her anus.

It's obvious she was savagely ass-fucked. Surely Synn didn’t do this?

I hold her still as I apply ointment to the torn areas.

I tap her arms, saying, “Raise your arms up.” She obeys, and I slip the shirt over her head.

“Now lift your leg and step into the pants.” I praise her as she does what she’s told.

“Good girl. I'm going to bring you to my room, okay?

I'll get you settled in so you can rest. I'll bring food when you wake up.”

Another tear snakes down her face, so I know she can hear me, and is present. No one’s home behind her eyes, though. If I could feel, I’d probably feel bad for her. But regardless, I’m taking responsibility for taking care of her. She needs someone calm and level-headed right now, like me.

I lead her to my room, directing her to lie down in the bed.

I pull the covers up to her chin and turn the light on dim.

“Sleep now, Killer. I’ll be right here when you wake up.

” Her body shudders a few times, then she stills.

Soft snores drift from the pillow. She was so exhausted, she fell asleep right away. I pull out my phone to text Synn.

Me: I don’t know what you did to the girl, brother. I have her now and am watching her.

Synn: Leave her!

Me: No can do, brother. She is injured and unresponsive. She's fucking traumatized, man.

Synn: Fine. Keep her away from me. I’ll be in the gym.

I sigh, buckling in for a long night. I stretch out the best I can in my gaming chair and close my eyes. I'm a light sleeper; if she stirs, I’ll hear her.

Phoenyxx

Awareness slowly returns to me. I try to blink my eyes open. They're gritty and sore. I groan as the pain in my backside makes itself known. When I say pain—I mean an excruciating stabbing, electric pain zapping through my asshole. I can even feel it in my pussy.

Once my eyes adjust, I see a dimly-lit room. Where the hell am I? I struggle to sit up. Whose clothes am I wearing?

“Phoenyxx. You're safe.” A voice comes from the dark corner of the room.

“The fuck?” My voice is hoarse. I can hardly speak at all.

“It’s Frost. I found you in Trikk’s room last night. Valley and Bryan were both there. I cleaned you up and brought you here to rest.”

“What...what happened?” I croak out. “Why are you helping me?”

“You were in a bad way. Lost inside your head. You weren’t responding to anyone. I was concerned. I'm glad you’re better now.”

“Why does my ass feel like it’s being cut open?”

“Well, it appears as though a good deal of trauma was done to that area. I believe it was Synn. You will heal; it will just take a while. You might want to sit on something soft to take the pressure off. I also suggest you take warm baths throughout the day.”

“Okay...Synn did this to me? And how do you know so much about ass damage?”

He chuckles, a small smile on his lips. That's a first. He is so cold; his eyes are always dead. He's like a walking robot.

“Yes, Killer. I’ll just say it was something I had to learn very early on.”

“Damn,” I whisper softly. “Sorry to hear that, Frost. Is that why you’re so...unaffected by everything?”

He shifts a bit, then gets up, coming towards me. He sits down next to me. “I have been emotionless since childhood. I don’t know why. My parents tried all kinds of...unsavory ways to change that. It didn’t work.”

Frost Age 11

I’m lounging in my bedroom, playing a new video game on my PlayStation.

My door flies open, my father walking in, with one of his many associates behind him.

He's a big guy—tall and muscular. One of the Bratva’s enforcers.

He claps his hands, then pulls me upwards by the scruff of my shirt.

“Time for another test, son,” he informs me coldly.

My heart picks up speed, but my expression stays neutral. I just nod in acquiescence. I'm expecting the man to beat me, but that’s not what happens.

He grins at me cruelly, telling my father what he wants. My eyes widen, and my breath stalls. My father complies; his face a mask of iron..

“Now, son—let's see if this lesson will access your emotions.”

He stands back, giving his associate the floor. I hear him come up behind me, and I gulp in dread. I close my eyes, attempting to transport myself somewhere else.

The man is gone as suddenly as he came. My father comes over, smirking. He grabs my face, peering into my eyes. “Still nothing? Worthless!” He spits in my face and walks out, his associate following him. I'm left there for the help to find.

It fucked me up so bad, I needed surgery. And yet, I still felt nothing. Except rage.

Phoenyxx

Tears inexplicably spring to my eyes. I reach over and lay my hand on top of his.

I squeeze his fingers briefly, then go to let go.

Only he puts his other hand on top of mine, meeting my eyes.

There is something...so quick, I almost didn’t see it.

“Killer, I don’t know why I told you that.

” He licks his lips, then leans in, sweeping my lips up with his.

He kisses me softly, brushing his tongue with mine. I gasp, and he pulls back.

He gets off the bed, reaching down to stroke my cheek. “I bet you’re hungry. I'm going to get you breakfast. Stay here, you’re safe.”

My mind whirls with confusion as to what just happened between us. I'm sitting here wearing someone else’s clothes, in pain from Synn. He ass-raped me! I blink back more tears and shake my head. I will not let him see that he got to me.

I need to piss-bad. Luckily, there’s a bathroom right next to me.

I grab my ass as I go to stand up, the pain shooting through me, almost buckling my legs.

That warm bath sounds fabulous right now.

I whip off the clothes I’m wearing, wrapping up in a big, fluffy towel while I fill the oversized garden tub.

I grab a small mirror off the sink and sit on the toilet.

Once I pee, I hold it between my legs, to try and see my ass.

It looks so bad! What looks like zigzag paper cuts surrounds the hole. It's red and swollen.

I wince and slowly get up. I hope my phone is around here somewhere. I need to text Valley that I’m okay. I find it lying on the computer desk. Thank fuck! I'm surprised Frost even grabbed it and left it out. I scroll to Valley’s name, typing fast.

Me: Hey, I’m ok. I'm with Frost. He is taking care of me.

Valley: NYX! You’re ok now? OMG I was so scared! You weren’t talking!

Me: Sorry to scare you. I will fill you in on it all when I see you. Do me a favor? Stay as far away from Synn as possible, ok?

Valley: Girlfriend! Don't worry about me! Bryan is here with me. I'm good.

Me: All night he was there? You better spill deets later!

Valley: See? This is why I love you! Text me later!

I laugh a bit; I really do adore this girl. I put my phone down and sink into the warm water with a sigh. I am hungry, I'm glad Frost is bringing me food. I am still so tired though...

The door to the bathroom crashes open, almost coming off the hinges.

I jump, holding in a scream. An enraged Synn stalks towards me, fists clenched.

He pulls me out of the tub by my hair, and I do scream this time.

He slams my wet and naked body repeatedly into the counter.

His eyes are so dead; I’ve never seen him like this.

Spittle hits my face when he gets nose to nose with me, screaming, “You’re as good as DEAD little girl! ”

My usual snark is absent as I struggle in vain. My feet aren’t even touching the floor. “Synn...I am sorry for whatever you think I did...”

“Fuck YOU! You EXIST! That’s it and that’s all!”

A roar of rage sounds from the bedroom, a rush of limbs flying to tackle Synn to the ground.

I fall sideways, cracking my face on the sink.

The pain is distant, as my mouth falls open in disbelief.

FROST is punching Synn, and he won’t stop.

Synn has the advantage of size and strength and quickly gains the upper hand.

He throws Frost through the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

“How fucking DARE YOU interfere?” he yells in Frost’s face.

“You have no right to harm her, Synn! She hasn’t done anything! Not to mention the damage you’ve already done!”

“The damage I’VE done? No brOTHER...the damage WE have done! Now get the fuck out of the way so I can finish this!”

Frost moves to block the door, where I’m cowering behind him. A snick sound draws me out further, peering around Frost. I immediately shove past him and into the fray when I see a metallic glint.

“NO! If you want to stab somebody, stab ME, you fuck! You piece of shit COWARD!”

Synn whirls around and reaches for me, but another body throws itself in front of me. Razor stands next to Frost, protecting me with a mountain of muscle. “Brother—go walk it off NOW. Before I call your father!”

Synn snarls in Razor’s face. “Of all people, Razor, I thought you would have my back. Guess I need to reevaluate this so-called Brotherhood. Don't expect me back!”

Their faces drain of color, and they uneasily glance at each other. “Take her back to her room, Frost. For now, she will be under 24/7 security. Little Doe, one of us will be with you at all times. It's NOT up for negotiation.”

Frost turns to me. “Get dressed, and we’ll go back to your room. AFTER she eats,” he throws Razor’s way.

“Wait, you’re staying? In MY room?”

“Yes, Killer. One of us will be, so get used to it for now.”

I can’t find the words. I am shocked by so much right now; I just follow the order. I throw the clothes back on, running my fingers through my damp hair. I sit down in the game chair, shoving a small throw pillow under my ass, for an awkward, wordless, quick breakfast.