Ours to Ruin, page 18
Roy and Ezra always made sure I had lots of warm clothes in my closet.
“Piscín,” he answered hoarsely, and my legs went wobbly. I felt a sudden dampness between my legs just hearing him.
Why was I so weak and vulnerable? Was I so desperate to be in arms of my tormentors?
“Roy, please don’t tell Ezra. I’m really sorry. Please just hear me out,” I begged him.
It was dead quiet on the other side. No way he would go against Ezra, and Ezra wouldn’t go against him either.
“I-I w-want to come back. Please don’t kill me. I d-don’t want to get tortured. Please. I want to come back to you two. I’m nothing without you both,” I implored, trying to make him grasp my state of mind.
“It was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking, Roy. I-I am so sorry, please.” I was desperately trying to hold back tears as I sank to the floor.
“Where are you?” was all he said, but I was certain he already knew my whereabouts.
“Please don’t tell this to Ezra. He will kill me…. Please come alone, Roy,” I tried to reason with him.
“I will kill you anyway.” His baritone voice was so low.
I was scared to the bone, hearing what he just said.
“I am sure you already know where I am,” I whispered, my voice choked with tears.
Why did I even think that Roy would protect me from Ezra?
“Ami Grace.” He chuckled darkly.
That was the motel I was staying at.
“She believes that if she cries and begs, we’ll take pity on her,” Roy mocked me, and that’s when I realized Ezra was on the line the whole time, listening to everything.
I didn’t know what I did to deserve these disgustingly disturbing psychotic demons. Death was way better.
“I would rather kill myself than come back to you two. I hate you both,” I screamed and rushed out of the booth when I realized I had very little time left.
My heart was pounding, and my head was throbbing just thinking about the repercussions of my actions.
I had to act fast and leave this small town. I shouldn’t have called him.
I made it to my tiny room and plopped onto my bed. My vision blurred as a sudden headache hit me out of nowhere.
I dashed toward the bathroom and retched violently on the floor, emptying my stomach of everything I had eaten for breakfast.
I collapsed into the fetal position, tears streaming down my face as I grappled with the overwhelming uncertainty of what to do next.
I couldn’t bring myself to end my own life, but the idea of suicide seemed like a more merciful option than facing death at their hands after enduring their brutal torture.
Ezra had warned me if I broke any more rules, he would forget his promise. Which wasn’t worth much anyway. Although he promised to treat me well, he still found ways to torment me. But this time, I was the only one to blame for my own downfall.
They would be here any minute. If I ran away again, they would kill me in a more gruesome way.
If they knew everything, why’d they even let me escape?
Was this all some sick way to test my loyalty? I had clearly failed. I wish I knew what went on in their unhinged brains.
Today, I was convinced I would encounter horrors of hell.
I didn’t even realize it when darkness obscured my vision and I passed out on the bathroom floor.
I felt a giant hand wrap around my throat, its touch surprisingly tender. A chuckle broke the silence as two hands wrapped tightly around my waist. A loud moan formed at my lips when kisses were peppered all over my body. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
Two hands were grabbing me, while the other two were exploring my body, which was messing with my mind.
“Piscín.” My eyes shot open hearing Roy’s surprisingly calm voice. A wave of terror surged through my body when I looked up to see them both above me while I was naked under them.
I felt a rush of heat between my legs, noticing their cum slowly seeping out of my pussy. A soft moan escaped my lips, feeling a satisfying soreness clench my pussy.
I agreed to them fucking me in my sleep when we were talking about some ground rules for me after they killed Abby and spared my life, but honestly, I had to be sick in my head too because I enjoyed every second of it.
There were only two of those ground rules. One, I was never to be touched by another man. And two, I was to be naked on my knees at their demand and pretend to be asleep even if I wake up while one of them fucked me in my sleep.
Ezra buried his head in my breasts, nuzzling into them while Roy had my legs spread for him, his finger rubbing down on my wetness.
Ezra held my hands up and kissed me while Roy slid his fingers inside me, earning a loud groan from me.
“I’ll draw every drop of blood out of you once we get home, piscín,” Ezra gritted in between kisses. He licked away all the snot around my nose and now started nibbling on my jaws.
Roy’s kisses became more intense, and while he continued fingering me, he playfully licked away the drool that had formed at my mouth when I was sleeping.
In the blink of an eye, they pulled away, hopped out of bed, and hurriedly got dressed.
“I don’t even know how I saved her head from hitting the bedpost while I was fucking her. This bed is so tiny. It couldn’t even take my passive thrusts,” Roy huffed. His irises were different from the usual. Darkness glittered all around them.
Roy reached out his hands for me to grab and yanked me out of bed.
“Just imagine dragging her out of here, buck naked, by her hair,” he disparaged.
My hands quivered when Ezra chucked a dress in my face.
They didn’t want to dress me today?
“Get dressed before I do what Roy just suggested.” Ezra’s irritation made me quickly put on my dress.
“Don’t let those tears fall, Veronica. We haven’t even touched you. Yet,” Roy barked. I was terrified of that yet.
They opened the door and told me to go first.
They both seemed distant, not even wanting to hold my hands or walk by my side. This only intensified my anxiety.
As I descended the stairs, a strong metallic scent of blood assaulted my senses, causing me to quickly scan my surroundings.
I regretted looking around, searching for the source of the putrid odor of blood that hung in the air. As I did, I found myself surrounded by rows of corpses, methodically organized on either side of the stairs.
On my right side, there were rows of lifeless bodies of the staff members who worked at this motel—housekeepers, cooks, cleaners, and maintenance workers. On my left side, the line of corpses consisted of all the guests who had checked in. I noticed a little boy with a crushed face. Based on the clothing he was wearing, I realized he was the same boy who had asked me for chocolate earlier today during the breakfast buffet. We were staying in neighboring rooms.
Crouching down on the floor, I frantically pulled at my hair in a frenzy.
The motel lay in ruins. They slaughtered everyone, every single person here.
“Aw, don’t cry, piscín. Save those tears for yourself. Let’s get you out of this dress pronto,” Roy said, scooping me up in his arms and carrying me to their car.
I deserved hell. It was my fault they all died. I was the one who killed them all.
Despite the innocent lives they had taken, these two remained unfazed. Ezra kicked at a body that lay in his path and hastily cleaned the blood from his shoe on the abdomen of a young boy before finally settling inside the car.
When I glanced behind me, my hand instinctively covered my mouth in shock. A strangled cry broke out of my lips. It was all blood.
And this would end with my blood.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Veronica
I counted each passing minute, trembling with fear, desperate to break free from the cruel grasp of my fate. I had no clue where we were headed.
Ezra’s right hand was roughly clenching my inner thigh, almost leaving a bruise, while Roy did the same on the other side.
Roy’s hand started trailing upward toward my pussy, but Ezra shot him a death stare and he quickly pulled it back.
A few minutes later, just as Ezra’s hands were about to grab my breasts, Roy gave him a furious glare.
“Rules and regulations applied to both of us, brother,” Roy whined, causing Ezra to quickly draw back his hands and roll his eyes.
What was going on?
The car came to an abrupt halt, and I observed the unfamiliar surroundings, realizing that this was not their estate.
Wait, where were we?
They noticed my unwillingness to get out of the car but didn’t utter a word.
We were on what appeared to be a small farm with a little cottage nestled in the middle.
There was a barn that was burned to a crisp. It was straight up spooky, like a haunted house.
“Why are we here instead of our home, R-Roy?” I asked him as I stared out the window, but he quickly turned my head toward him with so much force, it was a wonder my neck didn’t break. He roughly yanked me out of the car and dragged me from it.
“You’ve fucking lost all rights as our woman,” he growled, gripping my jaw and pulling my tongue out.
“Make sure this tongue knows how to address us if you want to make it out alive. Or should I throw you back into our brothel, you ungrateful bitch?” he howled, pressing down harder on my tongue.
He shoved me away from him, sending me sprawling onto the ground. Tears stained my cheeks as I gazed at them. They weren’t their usual mad today. They were a fuckton more furious today.
“Let’s just have makeup sex and forgive her. We both take her cunt together and act normal. She’d lose her life if we did what we really want to do,” Roy chuckled, his eyes fixed on my quivering body.
If they forgive me after I let them do that, it was better, right? The thought alone made me tugging at the zipper on my dress and pulling it down. The dress slipped off my body and gathered at my feet.
When I looked at them, both their eyes were flaming with desire.
Ezra yanked me upright with a harsh grip on my hair. He then redressed me, but not before his fingers gently squeezed my breasts, teasing my nipples. What was he actually after?
“By the time I count to ten, I want you to run to that end,” he said with a smug tone, dipping his fingers between my wet folds before pulling away and pointing to the red marker where he wanted me to go.
“W-Why?” I asked. If they decided to kill me today, I would at least go down in history as someone who had the guts to ask the Donovan brothers a question.
“One,” he smirked, his hands tightly gripping his gun that had appeared out of nowhere.
“Two,” Roy croaked. That was enough for me to start running over to the red marker.
Just as I was about to reach it, I heard one of them call out, “Ten,” and then the deafening sound of bullets being fired, followed by the searing pain of two bullets piercing my legs.
I collapsed and fell face-first onto the cold, dirt-covered ground.
Seeing them getting closer, I started looking around for a way to end my life easily.
They were both staring at my pussy, as if trying to figure something out, and that’s when I looked down and saw my white dress was stained with blood. I had just gotten my period.
I couldn’t even bring myself to put my legs together. The excruciating pain from those two bullets lodged in my legs had me wishing for a quick death, however cruel it might be.
Roy leaned down and clasped my throat, his eyes burning with contempt.
“Have you been taking the fertility pills we gave you?” he shouted angrily, slamming my head against a nearby rock. The impact left me disoriented, my head spinning, but I fought to keep my eyes open, too frightened to close them.
“You fucking grab your purse and roll it over here. If I find out you didn’t take those fertility pills, see what I do to you,” Ezra yelled.
I couldn’t even move, and they wanted me to get those pills?
“P-please, get it,” I begged Roy, crying from the pain in my legs.
“Nah, my old man taught me and my brother some basic manners, like never touch a lady’s purse. You need to crawl over here and show us you didn’t try to keep us away from fatherhood,” Roy said with an evil grin.
I couldn’t tell if he was mocking me or if he was really so mad that he’d make me crawl there.
He gently lifted me off the ground and carried me to where the small handbag lay. He chucked me on the ground, and I rolled until I got to the fence where my handbag was dropped.
Just as he was about to kick me, he backed off, letting me open my purse. He was controlling himself. But not for long.
I rummaged through my bag, and once I found those pills, I cursed myself for trying to escape.
I hadn’t taken those pills for the past two days. I was so stressed and on edge that I didn’t give a damn about anything else.
Roy grabbed the pills and tossed them to Ezra.
Ezra rumbled, heaving the pills on the ground and crushing them into dust beneath his shoe.
He walked toward me, and suddenly his shoe collided with my face, jolting my body backward from the force. All I could do was just cry and beg.
He walked over and shoved his foot down hard against my face, pressing it into the ground. He would smash it if he didn’t lift his foot.
I was crying and begging for Roy to help me when he sat down next to me and drove a knife into my shoulder, pinning it to the ground.
“Didn’t I tell you? You’re not our woman anymore, just a mute whore we bought. Wait, did I just say bought?” he laughed.
“We actually didn’t pay a cent for you. If it wasn’t for us, you would’ve probably had countless abortions by now and some junkie might have even killed you while fucking your ass. Still, you don’t want us to be fathers and want to run away from us.” He snapped and slammed my head on the ground. His eyes were devoid of any warmth. He was treating me like when they first got me.
“I am sorry…. I won’t do it again… please, please, forgive me. I didn’t do it on purpose. I want to give you both children,” I gestured, tears flowing down my face, fully aware that my pleas would do no good. At that moment, I knew today would be my last.
“Brother, this bitch needs to feel our pain. She betrayed us even after we gave her so many chances. She will never love us back and give us kids,” Roy gritted smacking me.
Roy gripped the knife in my shoulder, twisted it brutally, and yanked it out, freeing me from my position on the ground. He stood to join Ezra as I scrambled up and away, desperately trying to put some distance between us.
I hadn’t gotten more than a couple of feet away when Ezra stepped forward, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me up. In a surprisingly quick movement, he gripped both my hands, twisting them away from my body before pushing back.
I heard and felt the bones breaking as he did. As he released me, I looked down at my hands, now hanging limply from the joint. I screamed and tried again to back away, but with the bullet wounds in my legs, using them was painful and my movements were awkward and slow.
Roy wasted no time before coming at me, reaching out for my left arm and pulling me toward him even as he spun me around and shoved me to the ground face first. Lifting my twisted arm upward and shoving his foot against my shoulder socket, he pulled until the joint dislocated, eliciting another scream from me.
Finally, as if all that weren’t enough, he dropped my arm and kicked both my legs in rapid succession, exacerbating the agony they were already feeling.
“Didn’t we tell you? Step a foot away from us and you would pay with your legs?” Ezra derided.
They ripped my dress where I lay.
They opened two bottles of honey as darkness finally dimmed my vision, helping me escape two nightmares of my life temporarily.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Veronica
The next time I woke up, I could tell it was morning because the sun’s warmth was soothing my beaten-up body. But I was uncomfortable, so I tried to roll over. I couldn’t move.
Why couldn’t I move?
It was only when my eyes blinked open that I fully grasped the state I was in.
I was chained and bound to the wall, my legs stretched open and my body positioned in such a way that if someone entered this gross cottage, they would first notice my splayed legs and exposed pussy.
They had done this.
My hands were attached to either side of the wall. The awkward position arched my back jutting my breasts forward. I found myself crying uncontrollably as the memories of their ruthless torment resurfaced. Their torment had reached new levels of brutality. This was just inhumane. It was really taking a toll on my mental health.
I was going to beg them to bring me to my end now. I was done. Just done. My brain had totally shut down.
The cold air gave me chills all over, especially since I wasn’t wearing anything.
I looked at my legs and saw they were wrapped up nicely in bandages.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t even see the two psychos standing right in front of me.
They were creepily ogling me from head to toe.
Ezra was the first to get frisky, giving my breast a lick and stroking my cheeks. Roy got down on the floor and licked my folds, diving his tongue inside my pussy.
My entire body throbbed with pain, yet after a few moments the pleasure had started to swell. Ezra kept playing with my nipples and sucking on my breasts, making my moans grow louder. Roy’s tongue slid through my folds, driving me wild with ecstasy as the swirling pleasure took over, and I came apart.
“P-please,” I purred, beseeching for more of their sweet affliction.
“Did you just mewl like a tiny kitten? Brother, it’s been days since we’ve had our fun sessions with her. We were so concerned with winning her heart, but she’s heartless; she spurned our love and tried to run away. My heart wants revenge,” Roy let out dramatically.
