“You don't want to talk to your new brother?” He walks around the chair in a slow circle. He's having fun with this. That much is obvious. I'm nothing but an animal in a trap, something for him to play with.
“I suppose you aren't the talkative type. Honestly, I prefer it that way. I hate a bitch who rambles on and on like she expects me to care about anything in her head besides the tongue she’ll use to lick my balls.” He's behind me now, where he pauses his circling to run a finger over the back of my neck. I shudder in revulsion, unable to help myself. “There are plenty of other ways for us to get to know each other that have nothing to do with talking.”
“Don't you touch me,” I warn through gritted teeth.
“There she is. The feisty little hellcat. You weren't so feisty back at the house, were you? You couldn't even tell you weren't speaking to your husband. Then again, I'm sure you didn't know I exist until today.”
“Why didn't Christian tell me about you?” My voice isn’t shaking yet, but it will be there soon.
“You would have to ask him. Unfortunately, I don't think you'll have the opportunity.” He takes a few slow steps, stopping in front of me. I force myself to lift my head and stare straight at him. I'm not going to cower and weep the way he so clearly wishes.
Not even when he reaches out and runs his fingers over my cheek, my chin. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stay still and not give away the screaming panic in my head. What's he going to do to me? His hand travels lower, fingers dancing along my throat.
“My brother’s lucky,” he tells me in a soft, almost gentle voice before cupping one of my breasts. “I get why he would risk everything for you. Why would he fight so hard to keep you alive.”
Suddenly, his hand clamps down, taking me beyond the point of pain, but then I've felt pain before. I've been humiliated, used, degraded. I can stand this. I have to. He wants to break me before killing me?
My mind reaches for something else to think about and lands on something he just said about Christian fighting hard to keep me alive. “It was you, wasn't it?”
The pressure eases, and I can almost weep with relief when he takes a backward step. “What was me?” he asks, almost playful.
“You're the one who tried to kill me.”
He gives me a slow golf clap. “Bravo. There's more to you than a tight, sexy little body, I see. The things I could do to you. You would forget my brother exists.” His laughter is cold, bordering on the edge of insanity. “The way he did with me.”
So Christian doesn't know he has a twin? That makes no sense, but then why should any of this start making sense now?
“Oh, yes.” He looks me up and down, licking his lips. “I would start with that mouth. By the time I got done fucking your face and filling that nasty little mouth with my cum, you wouldn't be able to smart off.”
He taps his chin, tipping his head to the side. “What would I take next? Your cunt? Or your asshole? Tell me.” He leans down, grinning. “Has he taken your asshole yet? Or have you been saving it for me all along? I would love to be your first time. Stretching you, leaving you gaping open so I could watch my cum dripping from you. Just the thought of it is getting me hard.” He lowers a hand to rub his crotch, and, sure enough, there's a telltale bulge beginning to stir.
“It's enough to make me want to get you off that chair and put you on the floor so we can get started.” He comes to me, taking the back of my head in his hand, and I can't help but whimper when he pulls my hair. “I might get started now, come to think of it. I could force-feed you my cock. How much of it do you think you could take before you began to weep?” He pulls my head forward, making my shoulders and arms scream with pain so he can rub his erection over my face. I try to turn my head away while I groan in disgust, but he pulls my hair harder and forces me to submit.
“So many things we could do together. I could split you in two with this cock.” He wiggles his hips, grinding himself against my face before finally letting go so I can gasp and cough. “And who says I'd have to use my cock? There's nothing like cold steel in a hot, wet cunt.”
Moonlight gleams off the barrel of his pistol, and I whimper again. “Why are you doing this?”