Captured
1976 Words
**Trigger Warning: Physical abuse and attempted rape**
“Where the f**k do you think you’re going, little mutt?”
Thorne.
His voice made her blood freeze.
She twisted violently as she tried to fight him, nails digging into his arm, kicking at his legs, trying to break free. Her boot slammed into his shin and he grunted, but didn’t let go.
She screamed.
But no one would hear her out here.
And then she heard it.
Another voice. Smooth. Sweet. Mocking. She should have known.
“Well, well. Look what the b***h tried to do.”
Sera’s heart stopped.
Sylvana.
She spun her head and saw her step-sister stepping out from the shadows. Her hair was loose. Her nightgown thin and clinging to her curves. And her smile? Was like a villain who just succeeded in killing the her.
Sylvana’s eyes glittered as she stepped closer. “Did you really think you could sneak past us, sweetheart?”
Sera snarled “What the f**k are you doing out here?”
Sylvana tilted her head. “Hunting. And you were the prey.”
Sera’s chest heaved as she tried to stand, but Thorne shoved her back down, holding her face to the dirt.
“No! Do not f*****g lie! she gasped, pushing against him. “I saw you. You were in bed. Both of you. I f*****g saw you.”
Sylvana went still.
Thorne’s hand twitched in her hair.
Sera looked up at them, wide-eyed with disgust.
“You think I didn’t notice? I saw it. I saw you.”
Sylvana narrowed her eyes. “Saw what? What the f**k her you talking about you little b***h!”
Sera’s voice shook with rage as she stepped forward. Yanking sera jaw upwards for her eyes to be in her as she digged her nails into her skin.
“You kissed him.”
Neither of them spoke.
Sera sat up slowly, breathing hard, dirt smeared across her face.
“You kissed your own f*****g brother. In the hallway. You thought I wasn’t there, but I was. I saw you push him against the wall and put your tongue in his mouth like a w***e. And then…”
She choked on the memory, on the heat that rose in her cheeks. The shock. The disgust. It was an horrible sight to seee.
“Then he put his fingers between your legs and you…
“Shut the f**k up,” Thorne growled, lunging at her.
Sera stumbled backward, pointing at them both.
“You moaned. You f*****g moaned. Said ‘f**k daddy’ while he touched you like a b***h in heat.”
Sylvana’s mouth parted in a soft gasp, eyes burning. Her cheeks flushed not with shame. With anger. Or maybe even twisted pride cause she enjoyed herself.
Thorne lunged forward, grabbing Sera by the collar of her nightgown.
She spit in his face.
“You’re disgusting,” she hissed. “You’re both f*****g abominations.”
He slammed her against the nearest tree. Her skull bounced off the bark. Her vision spun.
“You don’t know what the f**k you saw,” he snarled, his hand wrapping around her throat.
“Oh, I know what I saw,” she choked. “Your fingers were buried in her cunt while she moaned your name.”
Sylvana walked up slowly behind him, voice like silk soaked in venom.
“And yet here you are,” she whispered. “On your knees. Just like I was.”
Sera shoved Thorne back. He didn’t budge.
“You two are sick,” she spat. “Rotten to the f*****g core.”
Sylvana crouched beside her, brushing a finger down her cheek with mock tenderness as she clicked her tongue with a smirk on her face.
“You think loud mother and father care?” she purred. “You think they care who we f**k.
Sera’s hands curled into fists.
“I’d rather die than be what you are.”
Thorne grabbed her by the hair again, yanked her face toward his.
“And you will,” he said. “But not before we gift-wrap you for the Beast.”
Sylvana stood behind him now, arms folded, smirking.
“He likes them broken,” she whispered. “You’ll be perfect.”
Sera’s whole body shook as she looked from one to the other.
“You’re both cursed. May the Goddess burn your f*****g souls to the ground!
Sylvana leaned in, lips brushing her ear.
“She stopped listening a long time ago.”
Thorne grabbed Sera by the arms and threw her over his shoulder. Her body slammed against him. She kicked. Screamed. Bit his back.
He just laughed.
Her voice echoed through the forest.
“Put me down! You’re both going to hell!”
Sylvana walked beside him, trailing her fingers through her hair.
“You’re not the first girl to scream,” she said sweetly. “But you might be the last.”
They disappeared into the woods together.
Brother. Sister. Monster.
And the girl they’d stolen.
***
The trees swallowed them whole.
Sera thrashed against Thorne’s shoulder, her fists pounding his back, her boots kicking wildly behind him. She screamed, and screamed, until her throat burned, until her voice cracked.
“Let me go! You sick f**k! I swear I’ll kill you!”
Her screams were met with laughter.
Low. Cruel. Sick.
Sylvana walked just behind them, humming. Her nightgown trailed through the dirt like the veil of a ghost, her steps lazy, amused.
“You really think someone’s going to come for you?” she called out sweetly. “No one ever cared about you, Sera. You’re just a debt.”
Thorne shoved her off his shoulder.
Sera fell hard.
Her back hit the dirt. Wind knocked from her lungs.
She rolled to her side, coughed, and scrambled backward, knees and palms dragging through the leaves.
Thorne stood in front of her now.
Towering.
Breathing heavy.
His shirt was half unbuttoned. His eyes dark. Wild. Mouth twisted into a snarl.
She tried to crawl.
He stalked toward her slowly.
“You talk too much,” he growled. “Always have.”
“f**k you,” she spat, wiping blood from her lip.
“You should be grateful,” he said, crouching beside her. “At least I’m not some drooling old Beast. You think he’s going to care that you cry? At least I’ll give you something to moan about.”
She punched him.
Hard.
Square across the cheek.
Thorne’s head jerked sideways.
For a moment, the woods held their breath.
Then he turned back to her.
Licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Smiled.
“You just made me hard.”
Her stomach twisted.
He reached forward.
She scrambled back.
He grabbed her ankle.
“Don’t touch me!” she screamed, kicking wildly.
“You want to scream?” he said, crawling over her. “Scream around my cock.”
“No!”
“I’ll shut that mouth myself,” he growled, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.
His body pressed down on hers.
“I bet that virgin cunt of yours is tight enough to bite. Maybe I’ll f**k you right here. Break you in for Lucien.”
“Get off me!” she sobbed, legs flailing. “You’re f*****g insane!”
“I’m better than a stranger,” he sneered. “At least I know you. At least I’ll make it quick.”
He grabbed the front of her nightgown.
Started tearing the fabric.
Her chest heaved.
Her screams filled the trees.
Sylvana stood at the edge of the clearing, watching like it was a show.
“Make her bleed,” she said softly. “She deserves it.”
Sera fought.
With everything she had.
She thrashed. Bit. Screamed.
Thorne slapped her again, hard, snapping her head to the side.
He shoved her legs apart.
Sera clawed the dirt.
“No!!!please!!don’t!!”
He leaned down. His breath was hot on her neck.
“Just shut up and take it…”
“f**k you” she spat on his face as she hit him hard in his crotch with her knees but Thorne slapped her in return.
“f*****g b***h!”
“Let me go Thorne!!!! Please!!!”
“I bet you’ve never even touched yourself,” he sneered as he licked his lips “So pure. So f*****g pathetic. That ends now.”
“Thorne, don’t rush yet” Sylvana purred from behind him. “Let her feel it. She deserves to suffer first.”
He reached down again as he touched her thighs.
She screamed.
Her legs kicked. He grunted, then backhanded her across the face causing sera to whimper in pain. Blood filled her mouth. She tasted iron and earth as she prayed to the moon goddess to intervene.
He grabbed her thighs closer to him as he groaned.
“f**k your thighs are so f*****g thick! I bet my head would look good in between them”
“Please..no…don’t…!”
“I said shut up!”
He slapped her again.
She fell to her knees.
He unbuckled his pants.
Sylvana laughed softly, leaning against a tree like she was watching a show.
“I hope she cries. He likes them better when they cry.”
Sera crawled back, arms shaking.
Thorne grabbed her by the hair.
“I’ll shut your screaming mouth with my c**k. You’ll gag on it like the filthy little b***h you are.”
He pulled her up. Forced her to her knees. Unzipped fully now.
Sera’s eyes burned. Her mouth quivered.
“Let me go…please…please don’t do this…”
“You want to be free?” he growled, fisting her hair. “You’re only free when your throat’s full.”
He dragged her face forward as he was breathing hard. Not from exertion..but hunger. That twisted, animal hunger leaking from his pores. His hands were locked around her wrists, pinning them above her head. His thighs pressed her knees apart.
“Get off me,” she gasped.
But he didn’t move.
He stared down at her like she was prey. His jaw was clenched tight, nostrils flaring with heat. His pupils were blown wide..swallowed in glowing yellow.
“I told you,” he rasped, voice shaking with the beginnings of his shift. “I’ll shut that filthy mouth with my cock.”
He lowered his face toward hers. Sera turned her head away, tears streaking silently down her cheeks. Her breath hitched in her throat.
She screamed. Bit. Kicked.
His claws began to push through his fingertips.
She felt them slice her skin as he adjusted his grip on her wrists.
He wasn’t just aroused.
He was transforming.
Sera’s whole body went cold.
He was about to do it.
He was about to force himself inside her while turning into his wolf.
Her heart raced so fast it nearly exploded. Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him. Her thighs ached from trying to close. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
And Thorne smiled.
“You feel that?” he hissed, grinding against her exposed thigh. “That’s what you do to me, you little freak. You make me lose control.”
From behind him, Sylvana stood with her arms crossed and her lip curled.
Her nightgown was sheer. Her thighs were bare. Her voice was soft and mocking.
“Don’t be gentle, brother. She doesn’t deserve it.”
Sera’s scream turned into a sob.
“Help…please…somebody help..”
Thorne leaned closer. His breath was hot and foul. His tongue wet his lips.
“You should’ve run faster.”
He grabbed the hem of her nightgown. Tore it higher.
Her panties were soaked in dirt and blood from crawling. Her legs were shaking.
“No…don’t…please…
And then.
A sound.
From behind them.
A voice.
Ruthless.
Authoritative.
“THORNE!”
- Writer
