Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 264(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
I knew what I needed to do in order for Brooke to leave me alone, but I wouldn’t be doing it today—or ever.
“No, Brooke. We’ve only ever done this when another guy was involved and when we were drugged up.”
She bent her head, a dark look flashing over her eyes. “Good thing I came organized then.” Something stabs into my thigh and I scream, clutching it tightly.
“Isa…” a voice breaks through my hazy confusion, but I can’t see anything. All my vision is met with is a murky mix of colors and a voice I don’t recognize.
“You see,” Brooke stood from the ground, “you weren’t supposed to marry anyone, Isa.” Her face came near mine but doubled. Her body actually fucking doubled, or maybe I saw triples.
I tilted my head slightly, and that’s when numbness took over. “What did you stab me with!” I yelled, or did I? I wasn’t sure. It felt like a yell, but then again I didn’t hear anything. Then just as I realized I’ve lost my hearing, a loud buzzing zips through my eardrums.
“Fuck!”
“Isa! Don’t let go!” another woman’s voice comes in, and who the fuck is that! Why can’t I see. Oh, this is a bad trip. What did Brooke drug me with.
Tossing and turning my head while fighting the blackness that’s seeped in and out, I tried to fight myself into staying awake. I have to stay awake, I must. Turning to face the door, I watched as a dark shadow entered, closing it behind himself. “You were supposed to be ours, Isa. We were supposed to have a baby together. You, me, and Brooke.”
Devon. What the fuck was he talking about? My stomach flipped upside down and my throat clenched. I must be dying.
“No…” I fought it, just as darkness sucked me in and everything went black.
Dark fog.
“Isa! Please. For me. Please!” That same woman. That same voice.
Pain.
My eyes opened slightly, catching Devon right there on top of me, sweat dripping off his face with his eyes wide on mine as he thrust inside of me. Deep. He kept thrusting deep and hard. “I.” Thrust. “Told.” Thrust. “You.” Double thrust. “Mine.” Slammed into me and tears prickled out the side of my eyes. His cock pulsed inside of me and I had to fight the bile that was rising in my throat, although I didn’t want to fight it. I wanted to spew all over his ugly fucking mug. How did I not know the Devon had this side to him? He hid it so well.
“My turn,” Brooke grinned, ripping Devon’s naked flesh off of my equally naked flesh.
“No!” I screamed, consciousness slowly seeped in. I could feel my muscles twitch as they awakened, but I didn’t want to let her know. If I made it too obvious that the drugs had worn off, she might’ve given me more. I’d need to play drugged still. That’d be the only way.
Devon stood to his feet, yanking up his jeans. “We will keep her here until I know that she’s pregnant.”
“Isa, baby, please, please. Shit. Shit!” That voice again, but before I can register, my mind goes into a downward spiral of warped flesh and bright colors.
Brooke ran the palm of her hand up my inner thigh, swiped at Devon’s leftover cum that had trickled out of me and slipped down my leg, and brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean off. There was no fighting it this time, I lurched over and gagged all the contents out of my belly.
“Gross,” Brooke muttered, but her hand went back to my inner thigh as she pressed the nub of her thumb against my clit. Ugly wet tears fell down my cheeks now. I wanted Bryant. I missed him and I needed him. I needed his arms wrapped around me and I needed his fucking stupid grin smiling at me from across the room. Brooke straddled my lap. I internally talked myself down because my anger had hit new highs. Rage. Pure rage was pounding through my body.
She started to grind herself on me and that’s when I took my chance. Launching my fist back, I pound it into her mouth.
“Yes! That’s it, Isa! You’ve got this. Fight it, girl!” I need to know who this woman is. But the spiral is back.
“Agh!” she screamed, flying off of me and falling back on her ass while swiping the saliva and blood from her lips. “You fucking bitch!” She charged toward me, her fist reared backward before punching me in the face. A crunch whipped around the silent cold room and my head snapped back from the impact. Warm liquid gushed from my nose, seeping down the front of my chin and over my naked chest.
“Brooke!” I wanted to fucking kill her. I wanted to watch as the life got sucked out of her eyes.