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Chapter 19

Hawk

W hy can’t I feel anything?

Hawk tried to move, to shift, to do anything . The last thing he felt was Ashmine’s hand on his cheek and then numb. He tumbled to the ground unable to stop himself. His face was smashed into the carpet, he couldn’t discern how his body was but he knew it wasn’t right .

“Get them set up in the living room, we want to give them a show after all. I’ll go check on Kristoff, if my calculations are correct, he should be waking up now.” Ashmine hummed from nearby, Hawk was able to see her feet as she stepped over him towards the door.

He couldn’t move. Couldn’t stop her.

Couldn’t ask her questions.

The video was burned into his eyes. Hawk thought William had been a saving grace. That the funds from him were what would keep their family together.

To learn what Ace and Ashmine were forced to do…

To learn why Ashmine had lost her virginity to Ace.

He had been so angry when he heard them talking about it. He had run to Silas right away. To only then find out she was sleeping with Silas, too?

And then less than a week later she was testifying against Ace?

Hawk hadn’t wanted to hear her explanation. Hadn’t wanted to listen.

“Oh brothers, it didn’t have to come to this. But you two were always so hardheaded.” Ace chuckled acerbically a few minutes later.

Hawk’s vision shifted as his body was moved. Ace dragged him unceremoniously out of the room before tossing him into a chair.

And that is where Hawk remained. His line of sight directly on the operation table.

It was closer to the ground now, easier to see that Kristoff was lying strapped to it.

A naked Kristoff.

Hawk turned his attention anywhere but on the man.

Hawk supposed after Kristoff, he might be next. Maybe when she was done with what she had planned, she would direct her rage to Hawk and Silas.

They would deserve it.

Hawk was so caught up in being abandoned—left alone—that he ran at the first sign of conflict.

I’m the problem.

The thought was a startling realization. Hawk had never allowed himself to be happy. He was always perpetually waiting for the worst to happen. Living life with bated breath and crippling, paralyzing anxiety.

Similar to how he felt now.

Except, this paralysis hadn’t been caused by him.

He flickered his eyes towards the movement in his periphery.

Ace was lugging Silas onto the chair placed next to him.

Apparently, this would be the show.

Ashmine slapped the man—Kristoff—on the operation table.

“Wake up!” she screamed into his face. “You fucking rapist, come back now! It’s time for us to have some fun.”

Hawk couldn’t do much other than watch as the sight unfolded before him. His hearing caused her voice to bubble uncomfortably around his skull before her words landed.

Rapist?

Ashmine walked to the kitchen, filling up a cup of water before throwing it directly onto Kristoff’s face.

That must be fucking cold.

Evidently, it was frigid enough to work, because the man came to in a spluttering, coughing mess.

“What the fuck? What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, Kristoff. What is going on?” Ashmine’s voice turned sickly sweet as she bent forward.

For a moment Hawk thought she would kiss him, but instead, she stopped a few inches away.

“The Headmaster knows something is amiss at his precious university. Dead girls? Missing professors? I told him I would help out, get close to some of the more nefarious characters that worked there. It didn’t take too long to find out about your extra curricular activities.” Her hand lashed out, grabbing Kristoff’s cock. “Unfortunately, I have no plans of turning you into my dear old uncle. I think I’ll just have my fun with you and then disappear.”

She twisted, her fathomless eyes finding Hawk’s. She curled her lips cruelly, and for a moment, Hawk felt as if he saw a devil.

A sexy, irresistible devil.

Hawk still couldn’t feel anything , but he knew if he could, his cock would be hard in his pants.

Ashmine smirked at him. “I am going to kill this man. And then I am going to fuck you both once your dicks are in working shape. I hope you men are ready. I am not the sweet girl you thought me to be.”

“What the fuck? You’re wrong! I’m just a professor! I’m your boyfriend. We love each other,” Kristoff squawked.

Ashmine squeezed on the man’s junk harder and harder until he could no longer speak.

His words turned to desperate broken pleas.

“The peeler?” Ashmine asked, releasing the man.

Ace moved into Hawk’s line of sight as he handed her a metal potato peeler.

“What are you doing? Let me go!” Kristoff continued to blubber.

Ashmine twisted the peeler in her hand, her lips curling cruelly. “I know your plans, and you are a fucking idiot. You’ve been trying to rape and kill me for so fucking long. Let me show you how it’s done you incompetent fool.”

Ace walked around the table, leaning over it. “Remember me?”

“You?! The neighbor?” Kristoff squelched, trying to break free from his restraints. “You set me up!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” Ashmine jerked the peeler forward and, with Ace’s help, maneuvered underneath the babbling man.

“What are you doing? What is this—stop! No!” He sobbed at the end before he started screaming.

“How does the peeler feel in your ass? Not good, huh? Similar to how those girls felt? Probably about the same size too. Except your cock can’t twist like this.” Ashmine snickered over the man’s screams as she moved.

Holy fuck.

Hawk internally cringed in phantom pain, imagining being peeled from the inside.

That has to fucking hurt.

Ashmine continued to giggle as she alternated twisting and pushing the peeler into Kristoff’s ass.

Kristoff’s screams slowly died away and turned to distressed broken sobs.

“You wanted to break those women? To make them remember you for the rest of their lives? Well, you’re going to remember me for the rest of yours. Which won’t be very long.” Ashmine left the peeler in him as she rolled him onto his back again.

The noise Kristoff let loose as it was lodged fully into him was animalistic.

The sound of a dying creature.

A lamb being torn apart by a wild animal. A pig sent to the slaughter. A weak man meeting his deserved end.

The restraints allowed just a bit of wiggle room on his body, but his arms and legs were secured too.

This man wouldn’t be escaping her.

Hawk marveled at her. He should be disgusted, creeped out.

Instead, he was impressed. Opening his eyes to see her in an entirely new light.

She wasn’t some woman that thought herself too good for them. That ran off into the sunset looking for her white picket fence.

No.

Ashmine is insane.

Perfectly so.

“The animal trap next,” Ashmine told Ace.

She turned to Hawk and Silas, appraising them.

“I told you. I can handle my own. I’ll wrap this up soon. And then we can all have our fun.”

Hawk’s heart beat aggressively in his chest. He couldn’t feel it, but it was so loud it echoed around him.

But it wasn’t thumping in anxiety.

No. It was because he was excited .