A Hurt So Sweet Volume Four (Elite of Eden Falls Prep 4)

I stare at her, feeling more and more frozen.

"You had no idea," she grins triumphantly. "So stupid, P. Anyway. You seem to have reacted badly to the meds. You're bleeding like, a lot. Sad face."

She pouts while I cry out for help. But my voice is broken, gone. No one's going to hear me here.

"So I'm going to bid you adieu now, my darling," she smirks. "I'll take Dex Jr. with me. You try to live, won't you? But I'm pretty sure you won't. I'll tell Dexter you send your regards either way."

She blows me a kiss and picks herself up from the floor. I watch in horror as she loads up the baby into a car seat and disappears from the house. My eyelids grow heavier and heavier and I struggle focusing on anything. My conscience is slowly drifting away. A lone tear slides down my right cheek before the darkness takes me home.

11

Pandora

I know it's a dream, but that isn't helping. It only means there are no limitations this time, no consequences for their actions.

I'm tied down to a chair in the middle of an empty room. A lightbulb swings above me, casting shadows around the room. The boys surround me. Even though they're all wearing masks, I recognize them by their movements, the way they stand. They're all dressed in suits, and they're all wearing the same white mask that covers their eyes. They approach me.

"You've been a bad little toy, haven't you, Pandora?" one of them speaks up. I could try to figure out who's who, but I'm too tired. I close my eyes and lean my head back on the chair. There's something on the tip of my tongue, something at the back of my mind. Something so desperately important. But I can't grip the thought. It keeps slipping through my fingers. So I just give in, go with the flow. I play pretend.

"Yes, Sir," I whisper in my dream. "Are you going to punish me?"

"Of course, my little toy. What else are you here for?" A riding crop hits my inner thigh and I yelp in pain. I stare down at my leg where a red mark is already blooming. "I'm going to hit you as many times as it takes you to admit it."

"Admit what?" I cry out when the crop hits me again and again. The others join in now, hitting, pinching, tugging on my hair and fraying my nerves. "Admit what? Please, tell me what you want me to admit!"

Nobody gives me an answer until I hear the first whisper in my ear. By the time I turn to face the voice, he's long gone, but the whisper is still there. In the back of my mind. On the tip of my tongue.

You know what you did.

It doesn't stop. Unrelentingly, it gnaws at my conscience reminding me time and time again what it means, what I am.

What I'm supposed to do.

I cry out. The tears don't fall because I won't let them. But I keep my eyes open. I want them all to see what they're doing. Unfortunately for me, it only takes a few excruciatingly painful minutes for my desperate pleas for mercy to turn into moans for more. They knew this was coming, and they start laughing at me, ridiculing me, making fun of me. I bet they're loving this. Loving hurting me.

And I am, too.

I feel the first orgasm building. I don't know what's real anymore, but I cling on to the feeling of it. The butter

flies in my stomach. The wetness between my legs. I let pure euphoria take over, but the moment I'm at the crest, it stops.

"You don't deserve it," Dex's ghostly voice whispers in my ear. "Not until you admit it."

"Admit what?" I whisper brokenly, then repeating it, louder, angrier. "Admit what, you fucking jerk?"

They start again, chanting the words, surrounding me.

You know what you did, you know what you did.

"What did I do? Tell me, just tell me," I sniffle.

"You left!" The two words echo through the room in Dexter's deep, pissed-off voice. "You left me, Pandora. You left me. You took my favorite toy away. You know what I mean, don't you? The little hole between your legs. It's all mine, and you took it away from me. And now you're going to pay for it."

Something between a moan and a gasp escapes me and I struggle against the ropes.

"Just let me fucking go," I beg, despite knowing how pathetic I sound. "Please, I won't tell anyone what you did, just let me fucking go!"

"Not a chance in hell, toy," Dex hisses, and the other four figures repeat the words. "You're mine now. So just admit it. Admit it already!"