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Anger brims inside me. “How? He didn’t even know about you,” I scoff.

I kept that part of me buried. Terrified how he would react if he found out about my part in my parents’ murder—that I was the reason they were killed.

“I don’t fucking know how, but when he found out about us, he contacted us directly. You wanna know what his deal was?”

I hold my breath, not wanting to hear another word spewing from their mouths, but knowing the curiosity gets the better of me.

“He promised to free us if we killed you. And oh, how easy it was to manipulate him.”

There’s amusement littering her voice. It only sends a shiver down my spine, shoulders tensing at the revelation.

None of them offers me the space I need, both of their bodies pushed tight against me, touching me in one way or another until it feels as if I might suffocate.

Yet, somehow, their touches ground me at the same time.

“You ruined my life. I wish you had never been adopted into my family.” An unwilling tear trails down my cheek.

Celine leans closer and licks it away.

“I hate you both so fucking much,” I whisper.

“I know, darling. That’s okay, as long as you’re ours.”

Her gentle touch is replaced by Vernon’s violent one, choking me until my eyes water. I’m deprived of oxygen, my body so full of emotions I can’t make out as Vernon’s hand comes to glide over my bare thighs. I whimper, losing oxygen by the minute. Soon, I’m sure I will black out.

“Fuck. You really are trying to kill me,” I choke out, more tears slipping from the corner of my eyes involuntarily.

“Only if you ask nicely,” he smirks. His voice is a threat caressing my skin, eyes glinting with darkness only I can perceive.

When he finally lets go of my neck, I’m embarrassingly wet.

“The chase has only begun,” Celine muses as she helps her twin lift me to my feet.

The T-shirt is crumpled, mascara running down my cheeks, my knees dirtied from the mud mixed with snow of the forest, hands tied behind my back by silk—I’m their gift once again.

Celine spanks my ass, making me yelp, before she shoves me forward in the indication that I should start running. And running I fucking do.

I run as fast and as far as my legs physically carry me, all as the thoughts of what I’m leaving behind tear at my throat and my heart.

Casper…dead.

My heart breaks because despite how much he fucking hurt me with his toxic ass, I never wanted him to die.

He will never hurt you again.

A voice in my head tries to resonate, and I push my legs faster in the hope of outrunning my destructive thoughts. I don’t have time to stop, and my lungs are begging for breath.

They promised to let me go if I managed to escape them, and freedom is so close. Adrenaline floods my veins as the branches start tearing at me again, leaving small scratches that sting with the promise of blood.

Snow falls in heavy drifts, restricting my view as I flee for my life. An opening offers me a semblance of hope, but the seed withers when powerful arms curl around my waist and force me into the snow-covered foliage, drowning me in its coldness once more.

Burning fingers wrap around the column of my throat as I struggle to get free, but it’s impossible.

I see Celine walking toward us, a winter jacket wrapped tightly around her that I failed to notice earlier.

There’s a metal baseball bat in her hands, its end narrower than the top, the surface speckled with what looks like blood.

“Plot twist: we’re keeping you anyway,” she says, smirking.

My heart instantly drops when she refers to her words back at the castle, about being free if I managed to escape them.

“I’m a bit disappointed. I thought it would be harder catching you,” Vernon whispers in my ear.

“Fuck you! Let me go,” I sneer.

Celine only chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves. “Oh, little traitor.”

Burying his head in the crook of my neck, Vernon stays there, breathing me in. “Don’t run from predators. We love the hunt.”

“It was you who told me to fucking run!”

“And you obeyed. Such a good little girl.”

Suddenly, Vernon throws himself down on the ground, with me on top of him, Celine coming up behind him. The snow surrounds him, clinging to his hair with the falling flakes. Despite the darkness and menace oozing out of him, he protects me from the unforgiving cold by keeping me above him.

I go stiff when I notice Celine having picked up the baseball bat, the smaller piece flat against my thighs, tickling me.

Her grip, along with her nails pressing hard into my skin, causes little beads of blood to trickle down.

My breath hitches, before she spreads my legs, Vernon helping her by locking them with his.

The baseball bat comes closer, and I start trembling as the tip of it reaches the outside of my panties.

Teasing my opening, I whimper. Too aroused mixed with embarrassment.

“Celine,” I moan, not prepared for what she’s about to do next.

I cry out, lunging in Vernon’s hold, when the tip of the baseball bat pushes my panties to the side before brushing against my opening.

“I want to make you sob both with pleasure and pain,” she whispers, pushing the bat deeper, carefully.

She moves the object in and out of me, wet sounds escaping, tears sliding down my cheek.

“Such a beautiful fucking traitor,” Vernon whispers in my ear, half-sitting up so I’m still laying with my back against his chest.

I’m humiliated, yet I’ve never felt as fucking turned out.

It’s made worse by the blood on the other side of the handle, where Celine has her hands.

“Oh, this?” she asks, noticing me staring. She chuckles. “This is the bat I used to knock out Casper.”

That’s even more morbid, and a sob of horror tears from my throat.

Vernon’s fingers slip inside my mouth. “Suck,” he orders, and I’m left no choice.

His fingers reach the back of my throat, saliva dripping down my chin from his fingers.

He reaches the back of my throat again, and I gag, convulsing.

It makes the tip of the baseball bat plunge in deeper, Celine smirking down at me.

I can’t help but rock my hips against it, wetness pooling in my gut.

Vernon grabs my throat, teeth scraping against the soft skin of my neck, when I feel his hard bulge pressing into my ass.

Suddenly, Celine pulls out the baseball bat, its polished surface glinting with my arousal in a way that sends a rush of desire through me.

In one swift motion, she tears away my panties, the fabric giving way with a sharp rip.

A gust of cool air brushes over my sensitive opening, making me tremble in Vernon’s hold.

The sensation only heightens when I feel him line his cock against me from behind until I lose all the ability to function properly, my body overtaken by the raw sensations.

We’re right in the open, where anyone could stumble upon us.

God, this is so wrong, and yet it feels so right. The unbridled desire ignites deep inside my soul—a mere shell of who I used to be, but that person is blooming back into her natural habitat. I don’t know what to make of it.

I can’t do anything when I feel him press against me, the top of his cock impaling me inch by inch as Celine grabs my hips, guiding my body over his length.

She touches every inch of me, her fingers reaching into my soul to steal what once belonged to her.

Soon, she lets go of my hips, her fingers lifting up my T-shirt and leaning down to take my breast into her mouth, sucking hard until I let out the deepest sigh of pleasure.

It’s all too much, and yet it’s not enough.

I still believe this is all a twisted dream.

The coldness seeps into my very marrow as I ride his cock, guiding the pace. I’ve never watched him give up this much control before, and it’s a sensation that overwhelms me.

“It’s my turn now,” Celine’s voice wraps around me seductively.

“Fuck off,” her twin brother states, but she has already removed her pants and panties, letting the cold wash over her, too.

She comes behind me, coaxing me to stand on unsteady legs as she settles down on a spot where the snow hasn’t entirely covered the grassy landscape.

She unties the silk around my wrists, and I rub them.

She doesn’t even seem bothered by the coldness.

Grabbing hold of my hair in a makeshift ponytail, she coaxes me closer to her, until my face is by her pussy.

She challenges me with her gaze, and a surge of adrenaline rushes through me as I stare at her, leaning down to lick her folds. She closes her eyes, moaning through the sensation, empowering me.

I have never felt as vulnerable yet as powerful as I do now.

I’m on my knees in the snow, the chill seeping through my skin, and I know it will probably make me sick. I know this is wrong, and I also know that once this is over, I will leave them.

No matter how much they try to make me stay, they ruined my life.

I can’t be with two murderers.

A heavy sensation settles in my core when I feel someone behind me, grabbing hold of my hips. That’s until I feel Vernon’s cock sliding right inside me, hitting that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head as I lick Celine.

“Oh, she likes that,” she purrs, holding my hair in her grip and guiding my head.

To add a little extra to it, I push a finger inside her, and the moan she lets out rattles the trees, carried away by the wind.

What the fuck am I even doing? I should run the other way, but I’m depraved.

Vernon pushes into me from behind, hard and fast, until I’m moaning. The vibrations cause Celine to push her clit closer to my face, and I lick and fuck her with my fingers at the same time as her brother fucks me.

“I’ve fucking missed you,” Vernon curses as he slides in and out of me, eliciting such pleasure.

I know they’re unbothered by each other’s nakedness—they only care about me. Only ever has. I don’t know why that makes me feel so heady.

The crescendo builds inside me, and I know I will combust at any moment, especially with how they edged me before.

“You’re so breakable like this,” Vernon grits as he fucks me, the heat at my back the only thing keeping me warm on this cold and twisted night.

“So fucking perfect,” Celine muses, her fingers twisting her own nipples while chasing her orgasm as I finger fuck her.

Vernon’s fingers circle my clit, pinching it between his fingers and causing me to cry out.

“I hate both of you,” I moan.

Yet my heart aches at the half-lie, and I despise myself for how much I actually love this, even when I would never admit it out loud. That deep longing filters through my chest, remembering the warmth I felt at being close to them, the years before they did the unthinkable—killing my parents.

“You don’t mean that, and even if you do, it’s okay. As long as you don’t leave us,” Celine says.

“And even if you do that, we will always find you. There’s nowhere to hide.”

“Try me,” I breathe.

“I’ll sacrifice you on an altar, baby. If only to make your soul immortal and belong to us. So no, there’s nowhere you can hide.”

Vernon’s words are punctuated by his hips slamming against mine, and I scream out. I don’t see the climax before it hits me—deep, like a punch to the stomach. My body arches into his muscular chest, my fingers still inside Celine.

“Come for us, darling,” Celine whispers, right at the moment she comes with me.

The moment I feel Vernon spilling inside me, I know I’m done for it. They’ve once again ruined and corrupted my soul.

Coming harder than I’ve ever done before, I fall apart from both of them until I’m too limp to do anything else but let them do what they want to me. I feel them lifting me, wrapping me in a warm winter jacket, and carrying me somewhere—back to the gothic castle and its haunting warmth.

There’s no escaping these two devils who have come and knocked down my world once more.

But I will damn sure try.

Because even if I don’t truly hate them, I need to leave. Or I’m going to lose myself in this madness.