who was least inclined to hurt me was the one advocating for my death.
Maybe that was what I should be hoping for – to die, just like I had during the attack. But no, I couldn’t think that way. I couldn’t give up yet. For the moment, I was alive. If I could endure for a while longer, I might find a moment to escape.
My family had managed to shoot their brother. That death was what had brought me here in the first place, but it also meant werewolves were not infallible. Humans could take them by surprise, if they did their best.
Of course, coming up with a plan was a little difficult when they were the ones who had the upper hand in every possible way. And it was obvious that they intended to exploit that, to make me suffer like their brother had.
They carried me through a series of underground corridors, into a different part of the cavern. The air began to grow hotter, and when we reached our destination, I realized the reason. We were at a hot spring.
The last time I’d taken a bath had been at the mansion, when my biggest problem had been my inability to stand up to my family. But unlike then, I wasn’t conveniently alone, and I couldn’t even try to relax.
Jax dumped me on the ground and reached for my clothes. He moved so quickly that before I knew it, he’d already torn off the upper part of my dress and my bra. Instinctively, I lashed out at him and tried to cover my chest with my arms. He wasn’t impressed and grabbed me, pinning me down with a single, large hand.
“No!” I cried. “Let me go! Let me go!”
Jax growled at me and squeezed my wrists so tightly the fragile bones threatened to snap. “Stop that, bitch, or I’ll kill you on the spot. You might be useful to fuck, but we can take our vengeance just as easily in other ways. We can tear you apart like we did with your family. How does that sound?”
As he spoke, the sharp tips of his claws traveled over my jugular. A memory of my mother’s dying gurgles flashed through my head. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I stopped fighting him.
“I think she’s getting the picture,” Reid said, still smirking.
“About time.” Thorn grunted. “Will you do the honors?”
“Gladly,” Reid said, producing a razor from his jacket.
My eyes widened, and my heart started to beat even faster. What were they planning to do with that? Was this some kind of kink? Their claws were likely as sharp as the razor, so if they wanted to kill me, they didn’t need it.
But like they’d said, the brothers had other plans. As Jax and Thorn tore off the remnants of my dress and held me down, Reid knelt next to me and swept his hands over my legs. I’d just had my legs waxed and his touch felt rough, almost biting on my skin. “Your skin is so soft,” he muttered in a mix of appreciation, disappointment, and desire. “I wonder… How easy will it be to break you?”
As he spoke, he forced my legs apart. If I hadn’t been so terrified, I would have been embarrassed, because this was the last position I wanted to be in.
Reid didn’t care about my comfort. He clicked his tongue and swept his fingers over my mound, massaging me with deceptive gentleness. “As much as I like this look, little bitch, we’re getting rid of this hair. I want to see my cock when it sinks into you.”
I didn’t like waxing my pussy. It was much too uncomfortable, so usually, I just went with a neat trim. That just wasn’t good enough for them. As he swept the razor over my flesh, humiliation replaced my terror and I snapped my eyes shut, not wanting to think about what was happening to me.
Compared to my family’s deaths, this was nothing. It shouldn’t have affected me at all. Or maybe I shouldn’t have let it. But it still felt like a violation.
Even if they’d warned to stay still, I couldn’t help but start struggling again. “Let me go! Stop it!”
Jax and Thorn tightened their hold on me, so hard I knew they’d leave bruises. Reid simply chuckled again. “You know, at this rate, I’m going to think you enjoy the pain.”
He had a point. The razor was very close to my privates, and that was leaving aside everything