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Chapter 20

Silas

M y little girl. My sweet Ashmine.

My foster sister.

She is a murderer.

A torturer.

Hot as fucking all hell.

Silas stared on as Ashmine took a contraption from Ash’s hands. A metal trap that looked straight out of a dungeon.

Silas wanted to be angry, enraged. He was sitting in a fucking chair unable to move.

Because of Ashmine.

But the video. Ace’s words. Ashmine’s explanation…

It delivered to him a moment of clarity. That he had assumed. When she said she chose him, he thought she meant just Silas.

Not that she had chosen them all.

But she was right. She had never elaborated. Never promised Silas exclusivity. He couldn’t continue to hold this anger, this grudge over something she hadn’t even done.

Silas was enraged when he found out Ace had taken her virginity. Thinking they had chosen to cross the boundaries on their own. Thinking she had chosen him as her favorite.

But that wasn’t the case at all. Ashmine hadn’t had a choice. And when she did, she chose them all.

How had I never thought of it that way?

He didn’t particularly love sharing, but it was Ashmine. And after all, it was his brothers he was sharing her with . He didn’t realize how much of a difference it would make. But it was somehow…even better.

“Next, it’s time to take your offending appendage. And then we can wrap this all up. You aren’t the main event tonight. Just a tool I am using to prove a point. A useless, broken tool that needs to be ripped apart and thrown away,” Ashmine informed.

She carefully adjusted the trap in her hand, putting Kristoff’s flaccid penis into its metal teeth.

For a moment, a flash of jealousy prickled against Silas’s skin that she was touching another man’s dick but then she pressed it down.

This was torture.

“No! No! No!” Kristoff uncontrollably wept. “Please! I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll tell you about the other members. About the secret society. The ritual. I don’t know much, but I’ll tell you everything that I do!”

Ashmine paused, her face twisting, somehow softening. “Oh, you will? Everything I want to know?”

“Yes! Yes! Just pl—”

Kristoff let loose a bloodcurdling scream as she pushed the trap against the tip of his limp dick.

It came down, severing the appendage and he began to bleed freely from the gaping wound.

She laughed, a full chest and belly noise. “A rat and a rapist. There’s nothing I want to hear from the likes of you.”

Ace handed her a final weapon. A sharp filleting knife.

“You’ve served your purpose.”

She swiped the blade across his neck.

He tried to scream again but it was a gurgling noise that was trapped by his broken throat.

Silas’s mind was at war.

He wanted to look away.

To watch closer.

To examine every piece of this moment.

To black this out from his memory.

How had he never seen it? How had he never known?

Ashmine was different. Her brain chemistry was wired in a unique way.

She wasn’t normal.

She was perfect .

Silas knew at that moment. No matter how or why. He would have her again.

She would be his.

Even if he had to share her with his two brothers.