“I know,” was his only answer, and for the remaining time in the bath, we sat there silently as his hands slowly caressed me and the warm water made me sleepy. I think at some point I felt him pick me up from the bath and dry me with a towel. Then he put me in bed and closed the door.
Surprisingly, no nightmares bothered my sleep.
Sociopath
I couldn't stay away from her. The cries she made in the shower broke my heart—or rather, the piece inside me that still felt something.
It reminded me of the small boy who cried like that when men used him, and how dirty he felt. It made me ashamed, because I never wanted my beautiful Sapphire to feel like anything less than perfect. She wasn't fighting me, but wasn't accepting me either. She wanted to go, but what she didn't understand was that no one would need her or want her like I did.
As I lay on the bed and watched the slow sunrise through my window, I was reminded to make breakfast for her before leaving for the dungeon, where another victim would get my exquisite torture. This one was a long time coming, and my body shook in excitement just from the prospect of touching the fucker with my blade.
Sapphire would have a live show. She needed to know all the parts of me, and besides, this one was for her. I had never met this guy. He wouldn't have been on my radar.
But he dared to hit what was mine, and just like that, he signed his death sentence.
The sound of the cell opening made us frown and share a look. Although we had no fucking idea about the time, or what year it was, we did know that today was Sunday, because it was the only day we got to rest from all their bullshit. Dominic had no clue about my earlier visit, so the food we had, he perceived as a miracle.
Alex smirked then brought someone by the collar and pushed him inside the cell. The person ended up on the floor. “There is company for you—oh, and one more.” Then Alex pushed someone else in and gave us a look. “The end is coming soon, guys. Maybe you can train your replacements?” His laugh was loud, and I wanted to fucking kill him, but it was impossible to do right then. He walked out, and we were left alone with the newcomers.
That never happened before. We’d never met any other people like us. Alex was probably right. Our time was running out and they planned to kill us, which meant I had very little time to get us out of this hell.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard crying. The two bodies started trembling, and Dominic cursed near me, which he almost never did. We moved toward them and put our hands on each of them, but they started to struggle.
I stopped, and the child finally looked up, revealing a beautiful boy who was around six years old. I glanced to the side to see the other one was as beautiful, but a girl. Both had tears running down their cheeks and fear in their eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Dominic whispered, and then tenderly touched the girl’s cheek. “We are not the ones who hurt you, okay?” They were silent, but nodded their heads. By the blond hair, green eyes, age, and similar clothing, it was evident they were twins as well. Another pair of kids whose lives would be ruined.
A girl.
Fuck.
Those fuckers moved to little girls? Imagining all they would do to her made me sick. And I thought nothing could affect me anymore.
“What are your names?” I tried to make my tone gentle. They didn't need more fear in their life. The girl looked up at her brother, who leaned down, took her small hand into his, and squeezed it. He was protecting her.
“Ben and Beth.” As twins, we understood the struggle of names, really.
“How did you get here?”
Beth removed her hand from her brother’s and tried to clean up her tears with the sleeve of her shirt, but she only smeared them all over her.
“We were having an ice cream. Momma was talking with someone, and then they grabbed us.” Her chin trembled and she started to cry again. Ben instantly hugged her protectively while she sobbed into his neck. Some may say he was too small to give her any comfort, but not me. In situations like those, you learn to be a grown-up, because life didn’t leave any choices.
“They told us we will never see Momma again,” he finished, and then with a swallow, added, “Said that now the only love we will get will be from good old uncles.” The boy barely held himself together. Dominic and I froze.
It was like a fucking flashback to what happened to us. The only difference was we were taken from our beds in the middle of the night, while our mom was raped and Dad was restrained by three men.
Taken out of revenge, we were kept alive because of our pretty faces. Yeah, there was a lot of fucked-up shit in the world.
I caught Ben’s eyes and held them so he would understand what I was saying to him.