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Oliver

I was trying my best to weather the storm. I really was. But I didn’t exactly have training on how to handle being kidnapped and kept as a pet by two psychopaths.

It was growing harder each day to resist—not physically resist them, but mentally resist them. I hadn’t had contact with someone outside of the twins since the day they took me. I didn’t know where my phone was; I was never alone for a long enough amount of time to try to find it.

They knew what they were doing, I knew what they were doing, they knew that I knew what they were doing, and yet I couldn’t help but yearn for more of the comfort and praise they so generously gave.

They hadn’t explicitly said anything to me, but I was pretty sure they’d expected me to be in love with them by now. In their defense, the only comparison they had was Lane and Greyson’s relationship . It was a small happiness that at least I’d lasted longer than Lane.

Which was a really fucked up way of thinking about things.

It wasn’t a competition between friends to see who could outlast the other in withstanding the effects of Stockholm Syndrome.

I missed Lane. I needed to apologize to him, but I wasn’t sure my Draconian rulers would ever let me see him. I figured I had a better chance of seeing him than anyone else—considering the obvious—but Greyson had been furious with me for what I had said to Lane, and I had a feeling he held grudges.

I missed him. God, I fucking missed him. His smile, his laugh, the way he didn’t mind waking up with me wrapped around him like a boa constrictor, and how we’d get drunk and watch nature documentaries until 3 a.m., adding our own commentary in along the way.

I couldn’t have begun to count the number of times I had replayed our last conversation over and over in my head. I wished I hadn’t gotten so upset. I wished I had thought about what I was saying. I wished I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid. I wished I could’ve told him how much I loved him. I wished so many things. I should’ve told him that I needed him. That I was utterly terrified to lose the only friend I’d ever had. That I had been having nightmares of finding him dead, of seeing his name on the news.

I wished I had shut my dumb mouth for just a minute to listen to him. To be there for him. To tell him that I valued every millisecond, every word.

I wished I’d been a good friend.

And that I was so sorry.

That I hadn’t meant it. I hadn’t known.

I hadn’t known so much.

* * *

It made me sick how easily the lines blurred, how easily I fell into the role they wanted me to play, and how easily I saw a space for me in their little family.

It didn’t help that I apparently was a natural-born submissive.

What did help was when they brought another victim home.

Just a subtle— glaring —reminder that they killed people.

Frequently.

God. What had become of my quiet, boring life?

“Come on, pet,” Hayes urged, pulling my leash to get my attention. “We’ll miss the show if Hudson gets tired of waiting.” Oh, heaven forbid.

I complied, although he would’ve just picked me up and carried me down to the basement if I had dug my feet in. The twins were absolutely huge, towering over me by a foot and weighing probably two or three times my weight. This, of course, resulted in them carrying me around like one of those little purse dogs.

It was overwhelming and took some time getting used to. I mean, I still wasn’t completely used to it, but their size didn’t scare me anymore. Now it honestly felt sort of nice, like their bodies were sheltering me.

As we made it down the basement steps and into the room with the chair, I was shocked to find an elegant-looking woman in Hudson’s grasp.

I must’ve shown my surprise on my face, as Hayes quirked his brow at me. “What? We can’t kill women, too?”

“Um… I mean… I guess you can? I just expected someone like the last guy. Is she…?”

Hayes tilted his head in curiosity. “Is she what?”

I glanced over, taking in her pretty hair and fancy clothes. She looked like an executive or maybe an actress—someone important who clearly took pride in her beauty and poise. It was surreal to see someone like her in a situation such as this.

After pondering it some more, I realized that the man from before had been fairly attractive in his own way—not that hot people didn’t get murdered. So what made me react differently this time? Was it just because she was a woman?

Hudson coughed, drawing my attention to him. “Does she not look deserving of what’s to come?”

Hayes chuckled lightly, “Is that what you’re so in your head about, pet?” He reached out to ruffle my hair. I looked back at the woman, struggling against her bonds. Hudson had duct-taped her mouth shut, but I could hear the desperate pleas trying to escape.

I turned my body, whispering into Hayes’s arm, “Did she do something bad?”

He hugged me against him, molding me into his side. “You know we don’t care about that, right?” I nodded, understanding that they weren’t vigilante heroes, but hired killers. “Our boss—our uncle—he does care. He would never accept a contract for a kid or anything that bothers him like that.”

Hudson helpfully added, “Beverly here hires migrant women to work in her home, offering them a room and a better life. But they’re not workers, are they, Beverly? They’re slaves. She takes their papers, visas, or whatever, and threatens to have them deported.”

I gasped, “Oh my god. What the fuck? How is she not in prison?”

“Not enough evidence, they say,” Hudson said sarcastically.

“Does that make you feel better, little one?” Hayes asked, leading me to a folding chair along the wall. Sitting down, he spread his thighs wide, signaling for me to sit on the floor between them. It was muscle memory by this point to automatically sit at their feet. He ran his fingers through my hair, scratching my scalp gently.

“Y-yeah, I think,” I conceded. “I don’t want to watch, though. Can’t I go back upstairs? Please?”

“No,” Hayes answered simply, making me huff in frustration.

A muffled scream pulled my attention back to the woman in the chair. Hudson had started. He held a surgical blade, wet with the blood it had drawn from slicing into Beverly’s left calf.

I hardened my jaw, determined to get through this without breaking down or vomiting. I watched silently as he made three additional cuts, resulting in a bleeding rectangle. What was he doing?

Oh.

Ohh.

Hudson’s face was emotionless as he carefully removed the rectangular chunk of skin from the leg. Beverly’s face was ghostly pale, a stark contrast to the deep crimson flowing from her. I wondered how she hadn’t lost her voice yet from screaming so much.

Once he had finished carving the piece completely off, he stood from where he was kneeling beside her shiny black heels. He held the skin in the palm of his hand and examined it.

To Beverly’s horror, Hudson slapped the skin onto her cheek, raw side down. The corner of his mouth tipped up ever so slightly as he watched her wildly shake her head in an attempt to get it off.

Jesus.

I was somehow both disgusted and entranced. I nuzzled into Hayes’s leg, seeking his warmth and comfort. Still, I didn’t hide my face. My eyes were glued to the scene in front of me.

Hudson’s fist collided with Beverly’s jaw, causing her head to fly back violently. Not giving her even a second to recover from his first hit, he landed a hard jab to her abdomen. Her body jerked backwards, practically convulsing.

Hudson, still holding the scalpel, gripped the top of her head and plunged the blade into the side of her neck, hitting the carotid artery.

Blood gushed from the wound, painting Hudson’s arm and shirt red.

Then, for the second time in my life, I witnessed the light extinguishing in someone’s eyes.

As Beverly’s body went limp, Hudson slowly turned our way; his sights set on me. I huddled closer to Hayes, unsure of what to do.

Hayes’s hand, which I had just realized had been petting me the whole time, tensed in my hair.

“Hudson,” he growled.

“Hayes,” said Hudson, continuing his prowl forward.

“Lose the knife or I’ll use it to gut you,” Hayes snarled from above me.

“I just want a taste. Just a drop. That bitch’s blood got in my mouth,” Hudson spat. Lowering his gaze from his brother to me again, he coaxed, “You wouldn’t deny me, would you, pet? Hayes already got to taste it that first night. Why can’t I? I’d just make a tiny little nick. Just like a paper-cut.”

I shivered, voice wavering with uncertainty, “You… You want to taste my b-blood?” Hudson’s face switched quickly from wolfish to sincere.

He purred, “Mhm. Just a little lick. Don’t you want to be good for me?” My brows furrowed.

“Hudson,” Hayes snapped. “You’re pushing it.” Hudson ignored him, focused solely on me.

“I can feel it. Your need. The conflict constantly raging in your head. Isn’t it hard? I just want to help you, pet. You’re so fucking close , Oliver,” he said seductively, dropping to his knees in front of me. He leaned in close, wrapping his hand loosely around my throat, whispering, “Give in.”

I whimpered.

Hudson watched me with a mix of lust and something darker, something that pulled at me like gravity itself. For one breathless second, I faltered, my rational mind screaming at me.

But then, like it had been inevitable from the beginning, I surged forward, my hands finding his bloodied face with a rough, desperate need . Our mouths collided with an insatiable hunger.

And I felt myself break.

“You can do it,” I panted into Hudson’s mouth, giving him permission to cut me and take what he needed.

“Oh, fuck,” I heard Hayes groan from behind me. Hudson pulled away from my lips, his own shiny with our saliva. His pupils were blown to the point where there was only a small sliver of blue surrounding them.

He raised his hand quickly, almost like he was worried I’d rescind my permission before he had a chance to cut me. Not that they’d paid attention to my consent before, though.

I tilted my head a bit to the side, baring my neck to the dangerous man before me. Hudson stroked my back with one hand, keeping me close as he brought the scalpel to my neck. He flicked the blade lightly over my skin, his face rushing forward to mouth over the cut just as it began to sting.

I groaned as he sucked my neck, tongue tracing the little wound over and over again. I was so captivated by what was happening that I startled when Hayes was suddenly kneeling behind me, his hand sliding between his brother and me to rest on my stomach.

“Don’t forget about me, pet,” he murmured into my ear, his lips brushing against it.

“I—Ohhh,” I gasped as his hand lowered to rub my dick over my shorts.

“I’m going to cut you on this side of your neck,” he stated, his hand continuing to caress me. “As I get my fill, Hudson’s going to eat out that delicious cunt until you come in his mouth. Then, we’re going to fuck you over and over again until you’re leaking our cum. After that, we’re going to tie you to our bed, fill your slutty holes with toys, and watch as you lose your mind. Do you fucking understand, whore?”

I almost came just from listening to him. When I took too long to answer, he gripped one of my ass cheeks, causing me to yelp.

He growled, “Do I need to whip you again?” I bucked my hips, letting out another moan. He laughed cruelly, “Or does our slut want it to hurt? Are you our little painslut, baby?”

“Yes,” I mewled. “Please, Hayes.”

He tsked, pinching my inner thigh as he spoke to me like you’d speak to a misbehaving animal, “No, no. You keep seeming to forget that you aren’t a human anymore; you’re nothing more than our horny puppy. That collar’s around your neck for a reason, pet. You exist to obey and please us. I don’t even know how you survived without us for so long. But it’s okay now. We have you. You’re home.”

“Home?”

Hayes hummed, “Yes, home. And answer me why it’s your home, precious?”

I whimpered, “Be-because I’m your pet.” Hudson groaned into my neck before suddenly backing up, ripping down my shorts, and shoving two fingers into my drenched front hole. “Ah-h, fuck! Please fuck me! Please, hngh—” Hudson dropped to the floor, suctioning his mouth over where I was aching desperately.

Hayes’s hand shot out to wrap around the front of my neck. He began to squeeze as he asked, “And would a pet call his Masters by their names?”

“No,” I breathed, my eyes rolling back in my head as I rocked my hips into Hudson.

“Such a smart boy. Now, try again.”

I moaned, “P-please fuck me, Masters!”

“That’s a good boy. So damn perfect for us. I think Master Hudson down there is getting thirsty, pet. Are you going to come in his mouth like a good little slut?” Hayes rasped, one of his fingers tapping against my asshole.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming—f-fuck, I’m coming, Masters!” I shouted, bucking into Hudson’s mouth. As my body writhed with aftershocks, Hayes sliced into my neck and latched on.

“You taste so good, little one,” Hudson said as he rose from the ground, licking my juices from his lips. “I would live the rest of my life on your blood, tears, and cum if I could.”

“Please.”

Hudson smirked, unzipping his pants to reveal a mouthwatering bulge. He groped himself through the fabric of his underwear. “Do you need something, pet?”

I whimpered, “Want your cock…”

Hayes breathed out a quiet laugh against my throat as Hudson’s smile grew. My hole throbbed with need.

Just as I was about to beg again, a hand pushed against my back, causing me to fall forward and catch myself with my palms against the rough floor. Another hand tangled in my curls, wrenching my head up. I moaned involuntarily as I realized I was now eye-level with Hudson’s crotch. I rubbed my cheek against his hard shaft, luxuriating in his scent. I began mouthing his dick through his briefs, suckling as much as I could. Hudson’s grip tightened, pulling me closer.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot like this. Such a desperate whore for us, huh? Tell us. If you want this cock in your mouth, say, I’m a whore for my owners ,” Hudson said sharply, using his hold to drag my face up and down his tented underwear.

My head felt fuzzy as I degraded myself for them. “I’m a w-whore for my owners.”

“Good boy,” Hudson praised, filling me up with that warm, peaceful feeling. “Take me out using your teeth, keep those hands on the ground.”

I lightly grazed up his shaft with my teeth before biting down on his waistband and pulling the briefs down to free his cock and heavy balls. Immediately and without instruction, I sucked the tip into my mouth, groaning at the saltiness of his precum. My eyelids fluttered as I took more of his length in.

Hudson moaned from above me. “Such a good fucking boy , Ollie. Shit. I’m going to fuck your skull while Hayes fucks your pussy.” Too intently focused on the taste of the cock in my mouth, I hadn’t noticed Hayes taking his pants off and lining himself up behind my naked ass. Without any warning, he pushed in, bottoming out in one go.

At the same time, Hudson began fucking into my mouth in earnest, groaning each time I gagged around him. “Breathe through it; let me into that tight throat,” he panted, his hips slamming forward.

Hayes grunted, neither of them slowing their pace, “This is where you belong—on our cocks.” I felt like I was vibrating out of my skin, shaking—drowning—in pleasure between my twins. My twins. “You were never meant to be on your own. Fuck , you’re so fucking tight. Jesus. Come for us, pet. Come,” his hoarse voice demanded.

My vision whited out as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. My twitching body would’ve no doubt collapsed if I hadn’t have been skewered on their dicks.

They were right; this was where I was supposed to be.