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Story: Seeing Red (The Codex #1)
Everything became silent, and the silence became deafening. My senses are on overdrive—the frigid walls, the echoes of the dripping water that overshadow my own panicked breaths. I doubt I could hear much more with my pulse pounding in my ears, but every uneven step I make throughout this maze of tunnels only solidifies the fact that I’m a fly in a web that’s about to be devoured.
I can’t hear their footsteps this time, but I know they’re there. That feeling never leaves—the one where I am being watched. Hunted. It’s always them, in the dark, waiting for me to run straight into their arms.
Not this time.
I ran, and they let me. I won’t find a way out, not without a light or a guide. I’m running from them, from myself, from the fact that what Castor said scared me. It scared me because it was wrong, but it’s the truth. I sought them out for myself, because Sara’s warning is still branded into my head. She wanted me to run—run far away from my unit.
I’m running, and I have no idea what I’m running from.
The sound of boots on dirt forces me to a stop, just before I find the dead end wall I almost crash into.
A dark laugh fills the air.
Baron.
“Don’t tell me you’ve given up,” he taunts.
His voice echoes in the chamber around me, the stone walls acting like a broken record and I can’t figure out if he’s hiding or if he’s inches from me.
Run. Hide. Fight.
They can’t see me either, can they? They’re running just as blind as I am. They’re just as helpless as me.
The thought sends a chill down my spine that settles deep in my gut. They’re hunting me, but I can hunt them too.
I keep my hand outstretched this time, feeling for a gap in the wall. My lungs burn from my effort to keep quiet and even more to listen to anything that can give them away, but just as Baron’s laugh echoes in the walls, it dissipates until I’m left with my racing heart as the only sound in the cave.
I find a break in the wall, and another tunnel stretches out further. It takes all my willpower not to take off again. It’s not the thought of escape that has my heart pounding now. It’s the thought of being caught—that maybe I want to be caught.
“Are you sure you’re going the right way, doll?” Castor says.
I freeze. They’re closer this time, and I’m damn sure they’re toying with me.
I hate that chill it gives me, and the way it makes me clench my legs together without realizing it. Every time they speak, they’re closer.
“Are you scared?” Baron asks. “Do you still want to run?”
A hand grazes the back of my neck and I whip around, my hands balled into fists, but there’s no one there. It’s dead air, again, until Castor’s voice spins me around again.
“Do you want to hide...or are you ready to deliver on those vicious promises of yours?”
I swallow hard, staring wildly into the dark.
“You’re the one that’s hiding,” I shout into the empty space. “I’m not scared of you.”
“You’re shaking, Helena.” Baron’s lips graze my ear and I jerk back. “Pretty little prey, raised for slaughter by your friends.”
Their voices surround me, echoing, circling me like crows mocking me. I can’t hear. I can’t think. My heart is pounding and my head is spinning.
Focus, Helena.
I blow out a breath and force myself to still, to clear my head of all the noise until their voices clear.
“Run fast, doll.” Baron says in front of me.
I take in a breath…
“Hide good…”
I turn on my heel and swing. A hand grasps my wrist just as it connects with Castor’s chest.
He smiles.
“Got you.”
Suddenly, both men are on me and four hands grasp both my arms and drag me against the wall. Their legs pin my own to the cool stone until I’m stuck, wedged between their bodies.
I’m trapped.
“Poor helpless little soldier,” Baron mocks. “No one to give you an order or tell you what to do.”
A hand caresses my face, his calloused fingers tracing the contours of my jaw while I try desperately to keep myself quiet. I clamp down on my lip so hard that I can taste blood, and their hands flex around each of my wrists.
“Should we give her an order, Castor?” Baron whispers with that same twisted grin. He hums against my skin, his breath reaching the curve of my neck. “She might listen better if she didn’t have a choice.”
I yelp when his teeth sink into my neck, delivering a sharp nip before blowing softly on the same spot, while Castor trails his lips up my collarbone..
My knees buckle.
“I think he’s right, doll,” Castor murmurs between kisses. “You can’t take control because you don’t want it. You need someone to give you orders, now that your master is dead. Is that what you want?”
I shake my head but it tastes like a lie.
“You’re wrong,” I whisper. “No one owns me. No one—” I yelp when Baron delivers another nip, just behind my ear.
“Is that so?” Castor hums.
There’s a beat of silence and then I’m ripped away from the wall as Castor lifts me into his arms and slams me back against the wall. My breath catches when I feel their hands again, drifting over me just enough to make me tremble. Even without touching me, I’m consumed by them, and I shouldn’t be. God, I really shouldn’t be enjoying this. I never consented to this. I never have, and every time I feel their hands on me or their dark words in my ear, I can feel my body shivering, demanding more.
I stiffen when I feel the sharp point of a knife dragging down the white scar on my sternum.
“Would you rather fight?” Baron asks. “We can make it hurt…why stop at this when we can carve our names into this perfect skin?”
His knife trails along the seam of my jacket, nicking the zipper with the flick of his wrist. I raise my hands to move the knife, but Castor blocks me easily, gathering both of my wrists and pinning them above my head.
I can hear Baron’s sadistic smile as he tears the fabric in two, slicing through my shirt in the process.
I wince when his knife is back on my unprotected skin, and the cool metal bites into my skin as it drags between my breasts.
“What if we cut here?” Baron taunts. “What if we carve our names into each of these pretty tits, so no one would be able to see them without knowing who they belong to?”
“Only if you want the sentiment returned to your dick,” I snap back.
Baron doesn’t answer. He tilts the blade so it travels along the curve of my breast, laughing again when I whine from the pain.
“Something tells me your cunt would be dripping for us before we even drew blood.” He digs the knife into my nipple and I gasp.
I bite down on my arm to stave off a moan, but it’s not enough. It’s not hard enough to draw blood, just enough that the pain mixes sinfully with the sudden pleasure that hits me when Baron’s hand disappears down my pants and rips them down my legs in a single overwhelming tug.
Castor is quick, discarding my clothes until I’m bare and the only thing to keep me warm is the searing heat of his skin on my chest and his thick arousal pressed tightly against my stomach.
But he doesn’t move this time, like I thought he would. His cock is painfully tucked between us, just below my navel, and daring me to move, to beg for it to satisfy the painful ache between my legs. His lips close around my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers until they’re painfully hardened peaks.
“I think I agree with Baron. One name here…” he murmurs, tugging my nipple through his teeth before letting go. “....and another here.”
A gasp tears through my throat when his tongue runs along the other, and he sucks it into his mouth, offering the same intoxicating treatment that makes my knees tremble. I’m only slightly grateful that he has my legs wrapped around his waist, because I could never force myself to stay upright with the way his mouth moves over my body.
I shouldn’t want this. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself every time a sliver of pleasure snakes down my middle.
Fight, Helena. This is insanity. They tried to kill you!
I wiggle under him, trying to free at least one hand so I can fight. At least, if I fight, it wouldn’t hurt as much to know that I would always lose.
But I get nowhere near being able to free my wrists from his grip. It only makes him laugh, the sounds sending vibrations down my body before his eyes find mine from under me, dark and hungry.
“Go on, doll.” He plants a kiss between my breasts, moving slowly down my heaving chest. “Fight us. Tell yourself that you can get out of this, that your pussy isn’t craving me.”
His hand drifts between my legs, a lazy smile playing on his lips when my hips buck against it to get the stimulation it desperately needs. His finger dips between my lips, tracing just far above my clit to make me shake in frustration. “Lie to me, Helena. So wet for me.”
I shake my head, my teeth clenched tightly together. “Doesn’t…” my breath catches when the bastard traces over my clit before pulling away again. “Doesn’t mean I want it.”
“No…” He slides his index back over my clit, watching me carefully when I shake and jolt when he touches it just the right way. “You need it.”
Baron’s knife is back, dragging up the path Castor had kissed me and circling each breast while Castor tortures me.
“That’s it, little whore. Tell us no while you come on Castor’s hand.” He lifts the blade onto my abused nipples, sliding the sharpened edge alongside it just enough to make me tense.
The pain doesn’t jar me like it should. Instead, it only makes the pleasure more intense, even as torturous as it is. He’s too fucking slow for me to come and he knows it. He knows I want more, but I’ll be damned if I beg for them again.
“Can you take more?” Baron says, pressing the knife down harder.
My fists clench.
“Baron…”
“Louder,” he demands. “Beg.”
Castor punctuates the demand by sliding a finger inside me and I cry out in pleasure.
Please!
The word is hot on my tongue, and I have to force it down, clenching my jaw so tightly that I’m afraid my teeth would break.
Baron laughs at my defiance and the knife disappears.
“Some day, Helena, we’ll carve up these pretty tits of yours, and you’ll have three reminders of who owns you now.”
Confusion muddles my brain but my question disappears when Castor adds two more fingers and thrusts them inside me until I completely forget any protests I had in me.
God, it’s so much. Three fingers inside me, stretching me even more than Castor’s cock had, but my body barely registers it. It needs more.
My back arches with a deep needing moan when his fingers curl and his palm presses firmly against my clit. That coil is winding tight again until…
He pulls away suddenly, making my peak fall until I’m desperate and frustrated. Anger crosses my features when they both smile against my skin, until Castor’s voice sounds in my ear.
“Look at this pretty little pussy.” He presses a finger against my lips, wetting them with my arousal. “Now look at how ready she is for us both.”
My eyes pop open.
“Both?!”
Fear settles in my chest but they ignore me, Baron laughing at the tremble in my voice.
“I think she needs an order, Castor,” he muses. “She thinks we’re going too soft on her.”
A hand finds my clit again, silencing my protests, though my heart is beating against my chest.
There’s a shift beneath me. Castor readjusts himself, but when he settles me back against the cool stone, I realize with horror the feeling of both of their cocks beneath me, sliding along my entrance.
“Wait!” I cry in a panic. “You can’t!”
“Shhh,” Castor presses his lips against mine, silencing me, and then speaks again. “Don’t be scared, baby. We’re gonna make you feel so good.
Baron laughs when he hears my breath hitch. “Scream for us.”
Then they’re inside me.
My fists clench painfully as they both inch their cocks inside me, but it’s nothing to stop the feeling. I can’t draw it away, even as Castor’s mouth returns to my nipple, the pleasure only muddles the pain and grounds me to it.
A cry isn’t enough for them. They inch back out and with a single, hard thrust, they both force their cocks inside me and push out the desperate scream that’s been stuck deep in my lungs.
I had thought that Castor’s cock was alarmingly big, but they’re splitting me in two with the both of them inside me, and every single thrust sets my nerves alight like fire, burning me in a fire of pleasured pain.
Castor groans and my hands fall free of his grip as his hand clenches tightly above me.
“Fuck,” he says tightly. “Wrap around my cock, baby, pretend you hate it while both of us fucking destroy this pussy.”
They draw back to the tip before slamming back in hard, forcing another pained cry to escape me.
“Stop!” I pant. “It’s too big. I can’t…I can’t take both of you.”
“I don’t fucking care,” Castor grunts, thrusting in again. “You’ll take whatever we give you, doll. I’ll make sure it hurts and you’ll come on both of us anyway while we both fuck our cum deep inside you.”
His sudden aggression stings at my cheeks, turning a shade of red that I’m glad neither of them can see in this darkness.
Baron starts moving, not quite matching Castor’s pace as he draws inside of me in hard shallow thrusts. “Take it, bitch,” he breathes. “Scream for us.”
They pace inside of me, their hips both rubbing along my clit in a way that makes me gasp and clutch their shoulders for balance, and when their mouths move to my breasts, I lose control.
A moan rips through me. They’re not fucking teasing me anymore. This isn’t torture. This is desperation. Anger, and—oh god—-I need more.
The pleasure sparks everywhere and my body is on fire, unsure where to take the pleasure when they force more and more out of me, the sting of each thrust only making it worse to stop my core from tensing around them both.
“Fuck,” Baron moans on my skin.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze us both.” Castor mumbles.
My back arches under their ministrations, and another desperate moan wracks my body when Baron sucks my nipple between his teeth.
But then they pull away, Castor panting heavily in my ear as his hands tighten around my thighs.
“Hold on to me, baby.”
I get no further warning and the second my hand wraps around his neck, they both thrust into me hard, fucking me with reckless abandon. Any show of restraint is gone. Their hands roam over my body, grasping and clawing at my skin while they nip and suck on my skin.
I’m lost in the pleasure and hopelessly desperate, unable to speak between moans. My legs tense. The feeling is back, burning hot inside me and it’s coming fast.
Baron tilts his head back in a moan, the sound far out and desperate. “Fuck, Helena, slow down,” he stutters. “I-I think I might…”
He doesn’t finish, his words caught by a strangled moan while he struggles to keep up with Castor. His thrusts grow sloppy, his moans turning into needy whimpers while Castor moves harder, his body thrusting mine back against the rough stone that scratches my back.
I’m going to fucking come with both of them inside me.
I can barely get the words out, my voice shaky and just as needy as Baron’s. “Oh my god…” I moan. “Castor…I think I’m going to—”
“Come for me, baby,” Castor grunts against my ear.
His hand moves down between the three of us, rubbing my clit just enough to send me crashing violently over the edge.
I cry out, a scream that tears my throat raw while my orgasm crashes over me in waves. My nails dig into Castor’s shoulders while my body trembles and locks.
“There she is!” Castor praises, and he grinds hard against my clit. “Come on our cocks baby. Fuck the cum out of us.” His hand snaps to my throat, squeezing until stars dot in my vision, and fuck, I think I’m going to come again.
Castor comes with a harsh groan, and his cum spills inside of me in bursts. He thrusts in harder, forcing his cum in deep and Baron cries out before he shoves himself in deep, his cum shooting inside me in thick ropes that send me over the edge again.
They thrust in me once more, forcing me to ride out my orgasm while they fuck their cum deep inside me, before Castor finally pulls out when I fall limp in their arms.
Baron pulls out a second later, shuddering and shaking before he falls to the wall next to me. I can’t move, my head falls on Castor’s shoulder while I try to will my neck to move.
Castor doesn’t seem to mind, and he plants a soft kiss on my neck before he sets me back down, letting me grasp onto him until I feel that I can stand on my own.
But they pull away moments later, my clothes tossed carelessly into my arms.
An embarrassed frown replaces where my bliss previously was, but I can’t say I expected them to be nice after that. They’re still terrorists.
I slip my clothes on quickly, but my jacket is destroyed. Only the baggy shirt is salvageable if I tie it right.
Castor catches me when I stumble trying to fit my injured leg into his baggy cargo pants. “Easy, doll. We’re not out just yet.”
He pulls me in close so I can see the empty blackness of his eyes. His eyes rake over me before his jaw sets.
“No more questions.”
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