Page 25 of Scarred in Silence (The Twisted Trilogy #2)

Astra

Lucien brought me to a facility that he has at one of his compounds. He said it’s where Dr. Marlowe works. I know I am being crazy, but he seems overly emotional. I’m the one who has my fucking mouth wired shut, and he is the one screaming and lashing out. I don’t get it.

I hate playing a victim, so I don’t. I let everyone else see me as the quiet one, but internally, I’m screaming. The day I blow up is the day I’m waiting for. It feels like that day is coming sooner rather than later.

I walk down the hallway of the facility, and he brings me into a doctor’s office that resembles more of an operating room. Large machines are in the corner. A cabinet filled with medicine and tubes is on the back wall. It looks like you need a code to access it, though.

The large table in the center of the room makes the hairs on my body stand on end. The air is frigid, and it matches Lucien’s demeanor. Cold.

“Dr. Marlowe is getting some stuff together. Get up on the table.” His words flow seamlessly through the air as if he has been r ehearsing them.

I slowly sit down on the table, remembering Lucien is safe. He said he would make me better.

I lie back and take a deep breath.

“He is going to have you strapped down for the procedure. I’m going to secure you now.”

Sweat beads on my forehead. I nod.

I have one particular memory of being strapped down on a table that fights its way in, but I suppress it.

He slowly takes the straps from under the table, trussing me. My bones ache, and panic settles deep in my chest. I take a deep breath.

He stands over me, stroking my hair.

“Remember… I love you.” He places a kiss on my forehead before he walks over to the door. I hear a click.

He locked us in. I want to scream, but I can’t.

“Now, we need to clear the air.”

He stands above me, watching my eyes swell with tears.

“Did you ever find Victor attractive?”

My face reddens. I did, but only because he reminded me of Lucien.

I don’t answer.

His jaw tightens.

“FUCK!” He shouts as he turns and flips over a tray. The sound of sharp instruments hitting the floor has my heart racing in my chest.

“Did you lie on the table for him?”

I nod.

He rams his fist into the wall repeatedly. The rage makes my ears ring. My skin feels as if bugs are trying to escape from below.

“Did Miles fuck you?”

I nod. Tears roll down my cheeks.

“Did you like it?”

I shake my head “no”.

“Fucking liar.”

He pulls out a knife and pauses. Just for a second, as if for a fraction of a second, he was reconsidering his decision…

then he cuts through my spandex shorts. The sound of fabric slicing leaves goosebumps across my skin.

He forces my legs apart. I don’t move. He has a fucking knife and a bloodthirsty look on his face.

My heart throbs so loudly I can barely hear my own thoughts.

“You know. I really thought that you had changed. That you remembered who the fuck you belong to.”

He paces the room. My muffled sobs echo throughout the sterile room.

“If you wanted him to fuck you so badly, then this shouldn’t be a problem.”

He pulls out a long metal rod. It appears to be 6 or 8 inches long. What the Hell is that?

“When I was dismembering Victor, we found this metal rod in his femur. Since you wanted him so badly, I thought I could give you a permanent reminder.”

He walks across the room and grabs a blowtorch.

He uses tongs to hold the metal plate. Before he heats the medical device, he stares at me.

Trying to find an answer I can’t give him.

My body is trembling beneath the restraints.

He can’t be serious. There is no way he would press a metal rod to my leg.

Especially one that is covered in another man’s blood.

He walks over to my side and holds my leg down firmly.

“It’ll only hurt as much as you’ve hurt me.”

He presses the searing hot metal into my thigh, over my scars. I scream out in pain. The skin bubbles beneath the brand. I shake uncontrollably. My entire body burns. It feels as if someone dumped hot coals on my body and pushed them in further, as if that wasn’t enough.

He removes the brand, and my body continues to shake. He tosses it to the ground, admiring his work.

My cries can’t be heard.

I lift my head, unable to see the mark he left on me.

“Now, you can always remember him as the one who will never fucking have you.”

He walks up to my face, gently wiping away my tears.

“Shhh, it’s okay, little Siren. It’s over now. I know you’ll be loyal.”

He kisses my forehead, and I flinch. His touch is gentle.

“Are you ready to be loyal?”

I nod. He saved me.

He may have hurt me, but I know I hurt him too.

He undoes the straps from the table and helps me to sit up. My flesh is raw on my thigh. He goes over to the cabinet and punches in a code. He returns with a bandage and some cream.

He carefully applies it, and I wince with every movement. Then he secures the bandage, letting his finger trail up my thigh. My body aches for him, even if he can be a monster. Why do I want him after that? He just branded me. With something that belonged to another man…

The other part of my brain reminds me—he’s my savior. He will always save me.

I spread my legs slightly, welcoming his touch. He is all I ever want to know. No one else. Just him.

He kneels in front of me, looking up at me with hungry eyes. He brings his mouth to my pussy and licks up the folds delicately. I shiver beneath his touch.

He sucks on my clit, and I release a muffled moan. He pulls back and stands before me. He sheds his pants and shirt, looking so perfect. His muscular build, chiseled jaw, and disheveled hair—they are my favorite.

He grabs onto my neck, squeezing tightly as he kisses me passionately. I kiss him back. Missing the taste of him. Absinthe and mint.

He tastes heavenly.

He breaks the kiss and trails a kiss down onto my neck. My wetness spreads on the cool metal beneath me.

He sinks his teeth into my neck, and I shudder.

He pulls away once more, pulling me off the table. He spins me around, forcing my head down onto the cool metal. He kicks my feet apart and grips my short brown hair, forcing me to look up. He uses his fingers to spread my arousal over my folds.

He coats his cock and slowly pushes himself inside of me. I feel my walls tighten around him. He reaches my hilt, and I let out a muffled moan.

“You’re my fucking whore,” he groans.

He slides out slightly before he forcefully pushes his way back up. I push back against him, enjoying the pain from his size.

He groans as he slaps my ass with his free hand. He releases my hair and grabs onto my hips. He pulls out again, slamming into me. My jaw aches from trying not to move my mouth.

He picks up his pace, pounding into me relentlessly. I rock back and forth, enjoying the friction.

“Fuck, baby. I missed your fucking pussy.”

I feel my orgasm building. My breathing picks up, and my heart throbs. My ears start to ring, and stars dance around my vision. He thrusts into me hard, and that is when I let go. I tremble, my walls pulsing around his length.

“Fuck, yes, baby.”

I feel him swelling inside of me, followed by the warm rush pooling inside of me. He thrusts further inside of me. Filling me with his cum.

He groans as he continues to pump in and out of me slowly. I rest my face on the table, feeling relaxed. Feeling… better.

He pulls out of me, and he leans down, pressing his warm lip against my neck.

“You taste better when you stop fighting,” he whispers against my neck. I shudder.

I let out a shaky breath.

I did it. I stopped fighting. I’m his.

“Dr. Marlowe will be here soon to remove the wiring.” He places a kiss on my neck before standing. I stand, looking up at him, admiring him. He is so brave. He does it all for me.

How could I have been so blind?