Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 512(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
Wicked raises his brows. “Let her fucking go.”
Skully clicks his fingers and a couple of the people wearing robes move forward, taking the young girl off Royce and dragging her back against the forest clearance. The more I sit up here, the more I recognize things. The forest where we saw someone burning on a cross, the cabin houses. No doubt the asylum is not far from here. They must have all moved back.
“I have to admit.” Skully lowers himself onto the chair in front of me. “I’m sure going to enjoy this part while we wait for my proof.”
“What part?” Wicked asks, his lip curled. Royce steps forward, his arm on Wicked’s as I feel someone brush against my side.
I flinch, instantly repulsing away from whomever it was but I collide with another. Shaking my head, I whisper, “You fucking touch me and I’ll kill you.”
Someone brings a blade to my clothes and tears off my yoga pants and shirt, until the cold night air wraps around my exposed skin.
Wicked roars forward, but baby-face steps between him and Skully, who is seated in front of me.
“Nope.” Skully shakes his fingers. “If you do that again—” Skully stands, turning toward me and I try to pacify my breathing. My chest rises and falls as I choke on the oxygen that refuses to let up inside of me.
He swings his hand back before it collides with my cheek and a loud crack.
Wicked launches forward again as someone to my left cuts my panties off, and another hit flies across my face. “Keep going, Wicked, and I’ll be releasing a corpse to you.”
My eyes find his and everyone else dissolves around me. All that exists is him and I and the monsters that live inside of both of us. I take in deep breaths, holding back the tears that threaten to roll down my cheeks. White noise pierces my ears as I feel hands run up my inner thigh while another grabs at my breast. I hold his stare. He tugs at his hair, the veins in his neck popping as he screams so loudly I don’t hear him.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, knowing he can read my lips. “It’s okay.” I nod. “I love you.” Then I squeeze my eyes closed. Someone steps up from behind me, forcing my legs wide open as another pair of hands finds my pussy. Evil penetrates every exposed area of my skin, and no matter how much I fight against it, I submit. Submit to the shame, the agony, and the heartbreak.
The man behind me rubs the tip of his cock against the crack of my ass, as the other beside me digs his fingers inside of me. I feel the hard edges of a gun run over my jaw, just as he forces his cock into the entrance of my ass. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from screaming as I feel the tissue around my ass tear apart. Tears roll down my cheeks, but I won’t scream. I won’t breathe out anything that will give them the satisfaction. My knees give way as he gains momentum, forcing his way through as dampness slides down the backs of my thighs. The hard edges of the gun are being forced into my mouth and I open wide, losing track inside my own mind. I let memories of Wicked and me lead me down the road of survival. I don’t know how many minutes pass.
“It’s true!” someone says in the background, but my mind has turned to TV static, the kind that doesn’t know which way it wants to go. “She’s a match.”
I don’t know if they’ve stopped touching me, because it doesn’t matter. I can still feel them on my skin. In my mind. Against my soul.
“Well, that’s great.” Skully stands to his feet, I’m guessing, since I can see his boots in my view. “So you kept it from me that she had a twin and didn’t think to tell me all these years?” Skully’s back is to me. “Why?”
“Because I knew this day would come.”
“But your jobs had to be completed or I would have killed Poppy? Poppy is everything to you. You would really risk her life for a girl who you simply only saw being carried into the asylum?”
I don’t want to hear his answer. I roll into a ball and cradle my knees to my chest.
“For her, I’d risk it all.”
“Interesting,” Skully whispers, clapping his hands. “As you are aware. I’ve had some time to play around with my projects.” His words die out. “And for some time, I always wanted you, Ruby. Do you know why?” I don’t, and I’m not sure I want to. I want to scream and cut his body into little pieces, but instead, I roll tighter against my body, unable to move. “Because you’re the cure for me. A perfect match, since I’m dying.”