You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 169

RALI

'You're getting better at this,' Blayne said, his cock still stuck in me. 'I guess practice makes perfect is an accurate phrase afterall.'

Beside him, his friend stroked his dick. It was rock hard already. His eyes were half-lidded with lust.

'I need her here, Blayne,' he breathed.

'Nah. I told you to excuse us if you couldn't take it. You didn't pay for her. You not getting her.'

'This is about fucking money? How much do you want?'

'A hundred.'

'Hundred grand!?'

'You'd be foolish to think I meant bucks.'

'Seriously, that's crazy money.'

'Well, the situation is urgent. You can go fuck yourself if you don't have it.'

The whole time, I stayed seated across his lap, my legs balanced on either side of his chair. He hadn't asked me to move yet, so I had to stay still.

His friend hissed. 'Fine. Get her over here.' He stroked his dick harder.

Blayne laughed as he clapped my ass. 'Get your pussy over there, Rali. It's about to bring me more money.'

Rising from his leg, his cum leaked out of me.

'You made such a mess of the pussy already,' his friend hissed as I made to get on top of him.

'You should be glad you'll have my cum on your dick. Fuck the pussy and pay me my money.'

His friend kept a fist around the base of his cock as I lowered on it. A hiss escaped me, bile-bright disgust shooting from my belly to my throat.

"Rali. Rali. Hey!"

I shot awake, my lungs clawing for air, sweat sliding from my hairline down to my collarbones like icy rain. Someone's arms were around me. My scream died half-born when my eyes locked onto hers— Marovelle, as I had gotten to know was her name.

I realized I was shaking. I snatched my hand free and dragged both through my hair.

Marovelle stepped back, muttering something too low to catch, then shaking her head with a sigh of pity. "Come with me."

I followed her to the dining which sat in a darkness too thick to like. The bulb had blown just yesterday, and Marovelle had forgotten to pick up another on her way home.

"Seriously, why don't you want to go to the police?"

My head was halfway through a no before she crossed the question mark. "Th—That'd mean me exposing myself. I don't want Blayne to know where I am. He might escape the police and I'd be done for."

I already told her everything—my real name, how I woke up in the devil's lair and burnt for seven weeks.

Marovelle muttered something under her breath, a frown stitching her brows together.

"You should seek a therapist, then. I know of one that's pretty good. You need someone to untangle all that wreckage in your head."

My jaw clicked through two false starts before the words scraped out. "I—I'd have to tell her everything. I don't know if I can."

"But girl, you have to. You might've escaped that son of a bitch, but your mind is still in his cage. You haven't stepped a toe out of this place for a week. Davis has not been able to cross this threshold 'cause you believe he's coming to hurt you. You need to help yourself, honey."

She reached across the table and squeezed my hand; warmth crossed over ice. "You're safe here. In this house, your demons don't have a key. And if they try, they go through me first. Void or whatever his name was is dead. You're never going to see him again, and thank God you don't even remember what he looks like or the things you two did in the past. You can seize this opportunity to become a new person, Rali."

A tear found my cheek. I sniffled as I looked out the window, pain peppering my heart as if it were target practice.

I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to 'live.' But how do you step into daylight when the shadows have learned your shape? How do you rinse your thoughts clean when the memories won't leave your skull and the phantom hands won't lift off your skin?

And more importantly, how could I be free when I kept having this feeling that my demons were somehow not far from me?