got big tits, straining against her shirt, and thick thighs, touching in her denim.
She might not have it as good as her older sister, but she still has it better.
She glances at the notebook with the red pen slashed through it. At the pen itself, which rolled against the wall adjacent me.
Biting her lip, she looks back up at me. “Are you hungry?” she asks quietly, her voice so soft. Shy.
I clench my jaw, and I can feel the emptiness in my stomach. Like a pit. I just got out of the cage last night. They didn’t feed me.
My head feels spacey, my belly like its touching my back.
I shake my head anyway, refusing to give her my words.
My hand starts to tremble, and I clamp my opposite fingers around my wrist, trying to keep it still.
Her eyes track the movement and I feel warmth rush over me. Embarrassment.
I’m so tired of being embarrassed.
I want her to leave.
“They’re not here,” she whispers. “For a few hours.”
I run my dry tongue over my teeth, imagine going downstairs. Finding something in the kitchen. But the Forgues have staff, and they’re not allowed to let me roam. I’m to stay in here at all times, and if I’m caught wandering, I get thrown back in the darkness. In that cage.
A whimper seems to claw its way up my throat and my face burns. I hate her. I hate her so fucking much.
“Get out,” I say, the words hoarse, my voice scratchy from screaming yesterday. Begging to be free. “Get. Out.”
She takes a step back, her eyes sad. “You’re safe right now,” she almost pleads with me. “Sicher, remember?”
The German word makes me feel fucking sick.
I got to choose a language, besides Latin. I got to choose something for once, and I chose German, because of her.
Now, it feels stupid.
I’m stupid.
I’m fucking stupid.
“Get out!” I scream at her, hating that my eyes are welling up with tears and I’m too tired to stand up and I’m too tired to kill myself and I just want all of this to end.
She backs out again, then scurries to her room. I hear her close the door. Hear her jump on her bed.
I hear her crying, and I hate her more for it.
But before I can get up to close the fucking door she left open, I hear heavier footsteps. I scramble tighter against the wall, putting my baggy shirt over my knees, as if that’ll protect me.
As if that can save me.
I feel it again. My bladder loosening, and this time…I can’t help it. A whimper escapes my mouth as warmth floods my pants, soaking through to the floor.
But when Ezra Van Damme steps through my doorway, it’s rage that floods through me, the fear gone.
Still, I draw my knees closer, not wanting him to know what I just did. Not wanting him to see all the ways they’ve lessened me.
I don’t get to see them much, the children of my parents’ friends. And when I do….I close my eyes, knocking my head against the wall painfully. I see his blue eyes. His pale face. That mocking smirk, always curling up on his lips when I’m around.
He’s the worst of them.
He’s almost as bad as fucking Francis goddamn Forgues.
“What do you want?” I grind out when Ezra doesn’t speak. I’ve heard him visit the youngest sister. Heard his deep voice rumbling from beyond the wall that separates us. He makes her laugh, and I think I hate him more for that.
Clearing this throat, he steps further into the room.
I still don’t open my eyes.
Silence stretches on for a moment, and I’m shivering under my shirt, wishing he’d leave. Hoping he doesn’t smell the stench of my urine. Wanting him gone as my face burns, my eyes sting with tears I refuse to fucking shed.
“This will help,” he finally says, and I want to know what he’s talking about, but I don’t dare look at him.
Or ever at them.
I’ve always been beneath them, the one with demon eyes made that very fucking clear.
“But do me a favor?”
My throat closes up, and his question finally makes me pry my eyes open, mine locking on his dark hazel ones. What could I possibly fucking do for him?
He smooths his hand over his gray shirt, looking down for a moment and swallowing, his throat bobbing.
After a tense moment where I want to scream at him, to tell him to get the fuck out, he meets my eyes again and he