Rising From The Ashes, The Vengeful Luna

Twisted: Hope POV

He summoned me after I had finished clearing up. He sat at the desk, a look of satisfaction on his face. Tiffany was there as well, but she was perched on his lap, his hand gently stroking her ribcage as she arched her back and practically purred like a damn kitten. I tried not to let it affect me, instead shutting the door and sitting down with a casualness that clearly irked them.

“What’s up, Kobe?” I said, studying him and making my tone matter-of-fact, simply to piss him off.

I knew how much he hated it when I didn't show the proper deference to him. Too bad.

“Alpha Kobe” he corrected, removing his hand from Tiffany as she let out a small whine of disappointment and pouted at him with pursed lips.

“I am your Alpha remember?” he said touchily, staring at me as I remained expressionless.

“Alpha, mate, same s**t” I shrugged, provoking him intentionally.

“You’re pushing it,” he said, narrowing his eyes. "Do you think that I won't punish you? Actually" he smirked "that's one of the reasons I have brought you in here. You are getting too arrogant and conceited for my liking. It's time you were brought down a peg or two."

What more could he possibly do to me? What did he think I was going to do? Suddenly bow and submit simply because he’d decided my stepsister was more to his liking? I wanted to laugh. He was on a power trip, that was all. He wanted my submission but even after all these months and all the beatings, he had yet to get it. He could make his threats, but I would not bow down to him. He was not my Alpha nor my mate. He was nothing to me now.

He looked at Tiffany who gave a small cryptic smile as she looked over at me, almost eyeing me with glee. He nodded at her.

“Do it. Make sure it’s nice and tight.”

He bent down and retrieved a large piece of rope. I snorted. “You want to tie me up? For what possible reason? I’m already injured” I pointed out as he fell silent, Tiffany slowly coming from around the desk and approaching me. "What new torture do you have for me today?” I asked, my tone heavy with sarcasm.

“Something unexpected” he smirked "and rather interesting. I want to see what kind of effect this has on you. If it works I might even use this form of torture more often" he threatened.

I looked at Tiffany warily and tensed, beginning to move. Kobe was quicker, almost a blur as he got to my side and used his hand to keep me pushed down. “Fight and I’ll hurt you even worse” he growled.

I winced in pain, my ribcage still hurting.

“Hope, you’re going to enjoy this” Tiffany purred, bending down low and beginning to tie me around the waist. “In fact, this was my idea” she added wickedly.

I should have known this had something to do with Tiffany. I glared as the rope began to cut into my skin, grateful that it wasn’t silver which would have burned and left more scar marks on my bare flesh. She tied the rope around my hands and pulled, causing me to stiffen as the rope almost cut off my circulation. b***h was doing this on purpose. I could see a smile hovering on her lips as she finished tying me up and turned to Kobe, raising a brow.

“Is that tight enough?” she asked, licking her lips.

He eyed the rope and then gave an almost imperviable nod. She looked pleased, glancing back at me. I saw her mouth the words ‘Get ready bitch.’

Huh. She was looking rather confident. I stared at her, daring her to hit me, to do something other than show she was only capable of following her lover's orders.

This was not new. The method of torture was, but Kobe’s expression and the way he studied me was not. I wasn’t about to lower myself and ask what was going to happen. I had withstood all different types of pain, and this was not any different. Was it? The look on Tiffany’s face, the smugness warned me that what I was expecting might not be what I was anticipating. What harebrained notion had she come up with now? She barely had a brain. Surely Kobe had to be behind whatever the hell this was?

“Should we gag her?” asked Tiffany solemnly.

Kobe considered and then shook his head, cupping his chosen Luna’s chin. “No, we don’t want to muffle her screams. Where would the fun be in that?” he asked as Tiffany giggled again and eyed him with expectance.

“Okay,” she told him, practically clapping her hands in front of me, like somebody who had been praised for simply doing what she'd been told.

Tiffany went back to the desk and looked at Kobe expectantly. He looked at me, a cold expression covering his face. “You will watch,” he told me darkly "and you will not close your eyes," as I stared at him dumbly, still not comprehending. “If you look away, I will slap you. If you continue to look away, I will cut your tongue out” he warned, his tone turning dark.

A new threat. I shivered. He examined me closely and then nodded to himself. This did not bode well. I began to feel nauseous. What sweet fuckery was this?

Kobe ignored me, walking back to Tiffany and then gently beginning to remove her dress as I stared in disbelief. He allowed it to drop to the floor and then grabbed her chin, planting his lips on hers as she moaned, her hand going to his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Pain shot through me. It was bearable. A kiss was almost nothing, just a dull ache. If he thought this was going to be enough to break me, then he was wrong. I saw him slide his tongue into Tiffany’s mouth, causing me to shiver. With luck, they would be done soon and then, I could be released and go back to my room. Kobe pulled away from Tiffany and I saw that her lipstick was smeared and that she was staring hungrily at Kobe. It didn't look as though they were finished, in fact far from it.

“Get a room” I growled, trying to move my hands and loosen the rope.

I didn't need to watch this. It was disgusting.

Kobe gave a chilling laugh. “We have a room; that’s the point you naïve little girl.”

His tone was mocking. I stared at him, the blood rushing from my face. Surely they weren’t about to...and right in front of me?

Tiffany began to slowly undo the zipper on Kobe’s pants, her eyes darting towards me, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

“What’s the matter Hope? Is this getting to you already?” she asked, tilting her head as her hand smoothly undid the zipper and the button on Kobe’s trousers.

He grabbed her and put her on the desk so that she sat with her legs swinging off, his trousers ruthlessly kicked off and exposing a certain part of his anatomy that I had no wish to see. It was already pointing straight up and ready. Tiffany exhaled, Kobe moving to push her so that she was lying down on the table, face up, looking up at him expectantly. I watched as he slowly began to part her legs. She helped him, never even so much as glancing in my direction. All her focus was on Kobe now, her interest in me waning as she let desire and lust take over her.

He placed a finger inside of her, watching as she let out a large exhale, her body trembling. I glanced away and barely heard him move before I felt the large slap against my cheek. He had promised if I looked away he would hurt me, I thought as I looked back at him and he moved back into position, thrusting his finger back inside Tiffany as I gritted my teeth.

“Look away again and the hit will be much harder” he warned, even as I felt blood trickling down from my split lip.

I could feel my stomach clenching as I fought back the bile rising in my throat. Kobe’s grin was triumphant. “Watch me, Hope,” he said silkily, pausing for a moment to pin his eyes on me, his eyes darkening in lust. “Watch me as I take Tiffany right in front of you. I bet this hurts more than you could ever imagine” he added in a hiss as my mouth parted in shock “and I bet that you can’t help but scream. Don’t forget,” his tone lowered “look away too often and I won’t hesitate to cut out your tongue.”

I could only stare at him, my whole body feeling as though it was violently shaking in response. As far as torture went, this one took the cake and would do far more emotional damage than anything else they could have dreamed up between them.