I don’t bother saying any of this. It wouldn’t matter anyway. My body is no longer mine, not anymore. The only way I’ll be free again will probably be in death.
“When can we get started?” the senator asks.
The doctor looks over at him. “I can schedule both girls to begin their transformations next week. Will you have sufficient help in taking care of them through their recovery?”
“I have it under control,” the senator lies.
“We will plan for Friday then.”
The senator and the doctor leave, but not before the senator warns that he’ll be back shortly. I don’t bother washing the marker off of my body, I have a feeling he wants it exactly where it is, either to torture me, or Hawk with it, but probably both of us.
HAWK
My stomach growls and I lick my lips as I think about a giant ass fucking cheeseburger and fries. Then I grunt, thinking about a cool beer to wash it all down. Chicken fried steak sounds really fucking good, too. Mashed potatoes, gravy, fuck me, I could eat an entire goddamn restaurant at this point.
The sound of the door opening causes me to grunt again, knowing that I won’t get anything that I’ve been dreaming of. At this point, I’m actually looking forward to my next nutrition, plain as fuck, drink. I’m a bit surprised to see not only Walsh, but his goon, and his blonde stop in front of my cage.
Flicking my gaze to the blonde, I blink at the sight of her. She’s got blue marker all over her face and body. Walsh doesn’t greet me, instead, he turns to the goon.
“Don’t let her move,” he snaps.
He spins around on his heels and stomps off, back up the stairs. A few moments later, he returns with Avah at his side. My eyes find hers and as I scan her face and body, I notice that she’s covered in the marker too and I realize what it is.
My stomach sinks. Before Walsh even opens his dirty cocksucking mouth, I know exactly what those marks mean. Biting back my anger, knowing that my words will do more harm than good, I clench my fists at my side and wait for him to speak. He doesn’t say anything immediately, he continues to watch me, probably enjoying my reaction.
“I told you they would be my Barbies. Now all I need is a red and a brown. In time, I’ll find the perfect ones. For now, I think I’ll have my hands full with black and blonde,” he announces.
“You’ll enjoy the fruits as well, won’t you, Orson?”
I don’t miss the small hitch of breath from Avah, at the sound of my given name. I want to hear it from her lips, not this fucker. I want to hear it from her lips as she comes. I want to go back to a few days ago and I want to let all that shit about babies go. I’ll give her everything. When we get out of here, everything is hers.
Every. Fucking. Thing.
Me. My name. My babies. My body. My heart. My fucking soul. All of it.
He chuckles, obviously enjoying this more than anyone else in the fucking room. He jerks his chin toward the goon and I watch as he takes a step forward then unlocks the door. The cage door swings open and I stay exactly where I am. I’m not stupid enough to think that I can just walk around freely.
The goon assumes his position with his back against the wall and his gaze on the bed, where his sister will no doubt be fucked, the goddamn psychotic pervert.
The blonde doesn’t even wait for instruction tonight, I watch as she simply turns around and makes her way over to the bed. She climbs on the edge, stays on her knees, and bends over. My gaze flicks from hers to Avah and then to Walsh.
“Avah is going to watch you fuck her. She’s going to realize that your body no longer belongs to her. It’s mine as is hers. All three of you are mine now. Go,” he growls.
Shifting my gaze back to meet Avah’s, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and silently beg for permission from Avah to do this. Not that I have much of a choice anyway. She dips her chin, just slightly, and I let out a heavy exhale as I make my way toward the bed.
Stripping out of my clothes, I wonder if my brothers will ever find us or how long this is going to be our life. I won’t let this be the end, even if they don’t find me, I will get out. I will get us both out.
Once I’m naked, I stroke my cock until I’m hard and ready for a warm pussy. Though it’s definitely not the pussy that I want. Looking back over my shoulder, I watch as Walsh wraps his hand around Avah’s and tugs her behind him as he makes his way toward us.
“She’s going to watch. We both are,” he growls as he steps to the side and pulls her in front of his body.
Avah, though covered in marker marks, is beautifully naked in front of me. Walsh cups her chin, holding her head back against his chest and his other hand slides down between her breasts and her stomach until it disappears between her legs.
My blood boils.
My body fills with rage and I want nothing more than to charge him, but I know that the goon is carrying and I’ll be shot in an instant if I do.
“Fuck her, Orson. Put your cock inside of her warm cunt and make her come.”
Pressing my lips together, I bite inside of my cheek as I lift my hand to my mouth. Releasing my cheek,
