Ruthless Rejection : Edgewood Academy Elite Book 2 (Edgewood Academy Elites) by P.H. Nix

Author:P.H. Nix [Nix, P.H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: P.H. Nix Publishing
Published: 2023-04-13T16:00:00+00:00

35

OWEN

I stride toward the closet while Lev cuts his bindings. I need more supplies for what I plan on doing. We can ask the prick more questions after I make him feel what I felt— if he’s coherent or alive enough to speak.

The hurt on Lev’s face gave me the ability to squash my spiral. He’s always holding in so much guilt— letting it eat at him. We were ten. There was nothing he would’ve been able to do if he’d stayed. Fuck, they might have killed one of us if they had the option of two heirs instead of only one.

Before I open the closet door, I push the button to lower the cross, so it’s easier to tie Aleksi to it. Nothing here will be consensual— it wasn’t when they had me. Consent can go fuck itself.

Opening the door, I grab three things— Wyatt’s favorite whip, the one studded with nails and shards of glass, a metal pipe, and a tactical knife.

Lev’s eyes pop, shocked at all the tools. His eyebrows furrow, and a crease forms on his forehead.

I see the moment his mind tries to reconcile what I’ve brought with whatever hellscape I endured, but I can’t bring myself to answer him. I’ve never shared the details of all that transpired—of how I got hard when that woman put her mouth on me, or… how… I came when they took turns.

Inhaling, I shut my eyes, trying not to lose myself to the monsters— trying to ground myself in the fact that I survived and that an erection is not consent. That coming doesn’t make me dirty.

I don’t answer Lev’s question when I open my eyes. Instead, I say, “Some of it is to return the favor tenfold.”

And it’s true. They beat me bloody, but not with anything like Wyatt’s whip. They threatened me with knives but never used them, and they never touched me with a pipe. But I’m going to fuck Aleksi’s whole existence up with this one.

I pick up the whip and ready myself, not waiting for Aleksi to wake.

“Wait!” Lev shouts. “He doesn’t deserve to be asleep during any of this.” He walks over to the table and picks up a syringe. Then he stabs Aleksi in his thigh and states, “Epinephrine and norepinephrine. This will keep him awake.”

Lev stands back when he sees my arm rise, and I sail the whip through the air. The sound it makes when it connects with bare skin shoots straight to my cock.

Shouts of pain sing in the air, but it’s the sounds of breaking flesh that make me smile.

I whir the whip, no pause between strikes. Rage engulfs my blood. Years of anguish and hidden shame fuel me. I watch as blood and chunks of skin fall to the floor.

It wasn’t my fault— crack. I couldn’t fight my body— crack. I didn’t want it— crack.

Aleksi’s screams aren’t enough— his pain is not enough.

I sail the whip through the air again and again, but it’s still not e-fucking-nough.

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