This chapter will be dark and mature. I highly recommend that you discontinue or skip reading this chapter if you are easily triggered or uncomfortable with such content.

I never said it's gonna be all rainbow and unicorns. This book is a dark book.
The shit is supposed to get dark💀

🔞🔞

I can go anywhere I want,
anywhere I want,
just not home.

~Taylor Swift

She looked up, wide-eyed, to see Alexander standing before her. His gaze was calm, calculated, and utterly unnerving. He took in her disheveled appearance—hair a mess, breathing ragged, her nightshirt giving him a proper view of her soft skin.

Alexander's eyes flicked to Elijah, who stood there smirking and back to August, piecing together the situation with an unsettling ease.

"I-I h-he touched me," August stammered, her voice breaking as she spoke, desperation leaking into her words.

Alexander's expression softened, his gaze growing almost tender. He cupped her cheeks with his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "Shhh," he whispered, pulling her into his chest. "It's alright, darling. Nobody is going to hurt you. Okay?"

August, vulnerable and desperate for any form of comfort, allowed herself to lean into his embrace. She felt small and powerless, overwhelmed by the situation, but Alexander's warmth provided a momentary illusion of safety and she cried her heart out.

Elijah watched the exchange with a puzzled look, unsure of his brother's sudden show of kindness. But he knew better than to question Alexander in these moments.

"Come, let's get you some water," Alexander said softly, lifting August into his arms as if she were nothing more than a fragile doll. She clung to him, too shaken to protest, as he carried her to a nearby chair and set her down gently. He patted her head before moving to pour her a glass of water.

August took the glass with trembling hands, gulping the water down as if it could wash away her fear. She muttered a shaky "thank you" when she was done, her voice barely audible.

Alexander crouched beside her, his gaze never leaving her face. "Now, mind telling me who you were trying to call, darling?" he asked, his voice soft, almost coaxing, as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

August's eyes widened in surprise, her mind scrambling for a plausible lie. The question caught her off guard. "I-I got scared," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I panicked. I'm sorry."

Alexander's eyes darkened slightly, though the smile remained on his lips. "That's not the answer to my question, Rose," he murmured, his voice still gentle but carrying an undertone of something far more menacing. "I asked who were you trying to call?"

Before August could respond, Lucian entered the room, his muscular frame casting a shadow across the floor. He was dressed in nothing but sweatpants, his expression one of cold indifference. But the moment his eyes landed on August, that indifference morphed into something far more dangerous.

"What's with the commotion?" Lucian asked, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh wave of fear through August's already frayed nerves.

August's entire body began to shake, terror gripping her as she didn't dare to move her eyes from the empty glass.

"Break her legs, Ian. She tried to escape," Elijah said casually, his smirk widening as he saw the effect his words had on August. He knew exactly how much she feared Lucian and reveled in the way her eyes widened in horror.

Lucian's head snapped towards August, his expression hardening as rage flickered in his eyes. He took a step forward, but before he could do anything, Alexander raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't, Luce," Alexander said calmly, his eyes never leaving August's trembling form. "Poor girl had panicked. Eli scared her a little too much, that's all."

Lucian's rolled his eyes.

Alexander turned his attention back to August, his expression unreadable. "Tell me, Rose," he said, his voice low and intimate, "who were you trying to call, hmm?" He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the gesture deceptively tender.

August flinched at the contact, her mind racing. She knew that any wrong move could lead to disaster, but she was too panicked to think clearly. Lucian's presence loomed over her, and she knew he was just waiting for an excuse to hurt her.

"I-I tried calling 911," she lied, her voice barely a whisper.

Alexander chuckled softly, the sound both amused and chilling. "How many times did she try unlocking your phone, Eli?" he asked, still caressing August's hair, his touch as light as a feather but as suffocating as a noose. His eyes never leaving her trembling frame.

"At least thrice, brother," Elijah replied, his tone almost playful. He knew where this was going and was more than happy to let Alexander take the lead.

Alexander sighed, his fingers tracing down August's jawline. "You don't need to unlock the phone to dial 911, darling," he said, his voice carrying a note of mock disappointment. "You know that, don't you?"

(I am assuming that you don't have to unlock a phone to dial an emergency number. Even if that's not the case please go with it for now)

"I-I panicked," August stammered, her throat dry as she tried to swallow her fear. She could feel the sweat gathering at the back of her neck, and her skin prickled with dread.

Alexander leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Are you alright, darling?" His words were laced with false concern, but they only made her feel more trapped. Tears welled up in August's eyes as her breathing grew heavier, her chest tightening with each passing second.

"I-I d-don't feel good," she managed to choke out, her voice trembling as the tears began to spill down her cheeks. "I-it's getting hot... too hot..."

Alexander pulled back slightly, studying her face with amusement. He grinned and enjoyed watching her squirm under his gaze. "Tell me the truth, darling," he said softly, his hand retreating from her cheek and leaving her more vulnerable. "You weren't calling 911, were you?"

August whimpered at the loss of his touch, a strange sense of longing and desperation mixing with her fear. She was confused, her emotions a tangled mess, and she struggled to keep herself together. "N-no," she finally admitted, her voice cracking as she did.

"Such a pretty face," Lucian sneered, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, "but such an ugly liar."

August's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, her mind racing as she realized the depth of the trap she had fallen into.

She clutched her lower belly, trying to calm her racing heartbeat, but nothing helped. She felt a desperate need to be touched in places she had only reserved for Noah.

The brothers loved having her at their mercy, savoring every second of her torment.

Motherfucker gave her viagra

Lucian laughed absolutely loving how Alexander was breaking her.

Alexander tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You weren't trying to call your father, were you?" he asked, his tone deceptively gentle as he inhaled her scent, making her feel even more fuzzy and disoriented.

"Yes, yes," she nodded frantically, clutching her lower belly tighter as the discomfort intensified.

"Tsk tsk, my little darling must be missing her father, the one who abandoned her, hmm?" Alexander's voice was laced with mock sympathy as he handed her the phone. "Here, take this and dial your dearest daddy's number."

August looked at him, bewildered. Lucian and Elijah exchanged glances, ready to protest, but held back. They knew Alexander's whims could lead anywhere, and his every action was calculated, so he would never do anything reckless.

"Come on, darling, call your daddy and ask him to save you from us." Alexander's words were venomous, dripping with a twisted pleasure. August cried out, the pain and misery overwhelming her.

"Aww, looks like someone doesn't remember her daddy's number," Alexander teased, his smirk widening as he watched her struggle. August's eyes filled with hate. He was the worst of them all, playing with her emotions, exploiting her vulnerability without a second thought.

"Or maybe he never gave you his number," he added, his smirk deepening. August glared him as she gripped the table.

"Eli, come help our little girl," Alexander ordered casually.

"No!" August shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face as she backed away in the chair, her body trembling with fear and desperation.

"Answer him, dove. Who were you trying to call with these fingers?" Elijah smirked, taking her hand and gently kissing her finger.

"Mmmh," August whimpered, his touch igniting an intense, uncomfortable fire within her.

"Please," she pleaded, her voice trembling as the pain made it hard for her to form coherent words.

"Answer my question, Rose," Alexander said with a dark edge to his voice. "And Eli here will give you what you crave." August squirmed, desperately trying to escape the overwhelming sensations

"P-please nooo" Her head felt dizzy as Elijah ran his hand over her thigh, his hand slowly reaching her private part.

"Stubborn, stubborn little dove," Elijah chuckled darkly as he pushed his finger inside her wetness.

"Ahhhh" August cried out, despite the temporary relief she felt, she wept over her misery.

She looked at Alexander with sheer hate. How could she be dumb enough trust him enough to protect her from someone who was his own blood.

The men were sick.

August whimpered as she clutched elijah's arms, wanting to push him away from her but unconsciously pulling him closer to her.

"Mmhhm" she whimpered as he denied her an orgasm.

"I can go on like this forever, little dove. i won't mind resting my fingers inside your sweet little c*nt for an eternity" Elijah smirked leaning closer to her ear as his fingers slipped in and out of her.

"I"

Thurst

"Want"

Thurst

"The"

Thurst

"Name"

"M-Max, I was t-trying to c-call Max" she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Alexander's smile widened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a velvet purr that sent shivers down her spine.

"P-please," August pleaded with tears in her eyes and her vision blurring as she looked at Elijah.

Elijah smirked in response.

"Stop, Eli," Alexander ordered. Elijah complied, causing August to whimper loudly, just on the edge of her release.

"Why should he? Remember, you fled from his touch in the first place. Why should he give you anything when you aren't even grateful?" Alexander asked casually, scrolling through his phone.

"I-I am sorry. I-I wo-won't do th-that again. Please I-I beg you it-it's hurting" She cried as she clutched Elijah's hand, desperately trying to move his finger inside her on her own.

"Such a desperate little slut you are, doll, a home wrecking bitch, hmmm, getting finger fucked by your own brother in law, tsk tsk so shameless" Lucian mocked, taking her hands and clenching them tightly in his fist.

"I am sorry, I-I w-won't run away from you-you again. Please p-please h-help me-me I b-beg you. i b-beg you" She screamed in pain ignoring Lucian's words despite the fact that each word of his was like a death by a thousand cuts.

"As you wish, little dove" Elijah smirked as he pistoned his finger in her fastly making her orgasm within a minute.

"Ahhh"She came with a loud scream.

She couldn't even calm down from her high before she felt a sharp prick in her arm.

A few minutes later, she felt the heat dissipating from her body and her heartbeat slowing to a normal rhythm. Her head slumped onto the table as she gasped for air.

Her hands clutched her thighs in a mix of despair and helplessness.

She felt a profound sense of shame, guilt, humiliation, and self-loathing. Her head raised as she glared at the brothers, who wore victorious grins.

"You drugged me with that water," August said to Alexander who was now throwing the syringe in the thrash, her voice flat with disbelief. She was too stunned to be angry, unable to grasp how he could sink so low.

"I didn't. You drank it willingly. No one forced you, remember" Alexander replied with a dismissive shrug, stretching his neck before rising from his chair.

"Good night, brothers, good night little one" he smirked as he walked away, his eyes still glued to his phone screen as he continued typing.

"Same," Elijah said, his gaze fixed on August as he licked his fingers clean. "It's been quite an eventful night." His words made her hate herself more.

"Good night, doll." Lucian said with a chuckle. "I would like you to try this shit again. It was fun tonight" He left with Elijah, leaving August all alone drowning in her misery

A while later, she tried to stand, but her legs buckled beneath her, as if the very ground had conspired to betray her too.

Collapsing back to the floor, she lay motionless, like a puppet with its strings cruelly severed, her spirit hollowed out.

She laid there like a lifeless body for hours. Her tears dried, but her soul still wept.

Though her tears have turned to stone
Her soul still sings a haunted tone
In the echoes of the dark, alone
Where hope is just a ghost unknown.

~ Anonymous

Longest chapter written so far guys ✌️

Do vote, comment and follow🥺 (cuz you don't and that hurts)

Also tag your friends in the comment box if you feel like sharing this book with them.🤩

Thankyou for reading 🥹

Cya'll Next Sunday 💃💃

❤️❤️❤️❤️