Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Glasses clink and guests start chanting, “Speech, speech, speech.”
“Make it good, Ally,” Vika says, and I spit my wine.
Aren’t the parents and best man supposed to do the speeches?
“Ally,” she scolds, and then her eyes burn at something over my shoulder. Better yet, someone.
“Sister.” Viktor holds his arms out wide, drops a kiss to each side of her cheeks, and then moves to Maddox, kissing him, and stealing the microphone that gets offered to me.
“I’d like to say congratulations to the happy couple. I made a special little something for you both. Please,” Viktor instructs the DJ, who presses play on a large projector, spreading a screen across the full back wall of the room.
Baby photos appear on the screen accompanied by cheerful music, prompting everyone to "oooh" and "aww."
Then it flickers, and a white room appears. Not a room. A container of some kind with a woman cuffed naked to a bed, her body littered with scars. Gasps echo in the room, and I look over to Vika, who gets up and rushes around the table.
What the hell is this?
“This has to be the last time,” Maddox’s voice booms across the room from the speakers, his silhouette coming into focus on the screen. “I’m getting married in a week, Tanner.”
“A wedding gift,” Viktor’s voice says through the speakers. On screen, he hands Maddox a knife. The screen flickers again, and then there’s fucking and cutting, blood dripping, skin slapping. Maddox is balls deep in the girl, slicing into her flesh, and Viktor is balls deep in him. You never see Viktor’s face. The angles are precise to prevent his identity being shown, but I know it’s him, Maddox knows, and of course, Vika, who is now screaming for the DJ to cut the video, knows it’s him.
Chaos erupts in the crowded room as voices rise angrily, creating a chorus of gasps and screeching. Freaked out guests quickly flee, their faces panicked, while others rush toward the table where Maddox stands, his face as pale as Vika’s wedding dress. I leap up from my seat, and my chair crashes to the floor with a loud clatter. The table teeters precariously, nearly toppling over as a surge of bodies push and shove, trying to get to Maddox.
Wincing for Maddox, who has gone catatonic, I get bumped around and decide to make an exit when I see Vika fleeing.
“Amelia?” I call out when I reach an empty corridor, but she’s disappeared in one of the rooms. Surely this means I can just go home.
Footsteps sound behind me, and as I turn to see if it’s Viktor, something crashes down on my skull, and darkness consumes me.
My eyes flutter open, the harsh light streaming through the window feels almost blinding against my sensitive retinas. “Ow,” I grumble, my voice raspy. I try to lift my arm to rub the sore spot on my head, but it’s like they’re weighted. What the hell happened?
“They took everything from me. Now I’ll take you from them.”
No.
Adam’s fuzzy voice penetrates my mind, and I stiffen. The room floods in, and I try to take stock of where I am. A living room of some sort?
My head swims and my arms won’t cooperate. Adam is crowding over me, holding a needle, pulling the silver prick from my skin.
“Stop it,” I plead, my words slurring together in a haze. A sharp pain radiates down my neck, and my skull throbs in rhythm with my pulse. I struggle to piece together what happened, and a flicker of memory surfaces. I was hit from behind, the sudden blow catching me completely off guard. “What is that?”
“This will keep you conscious and able to feel every damn thing I’m about to do to you, but immobile. You’ll be able to scream for me too. You owe me a piece of that cunt, Alyona. You’re a fucking dick teasing whore and I’m going to give you what you really want.”
Grasping the hem of my dress, he tears it, jostling my body around like a slaughtered animal, yanking until it comes away in his hands in pieces.
I can’t freaking move.
“Look at those tits. Jeremiah always fucking teased me about how good they were.” He gropes at me, his body covering mine, his breath dusting over my face, alcohol and stale heat.
“Stop it,” I plead, as I struggle to move once more, but my body remains stubbornly unresponsive. A wave of desperation washes over me, my mind screaming, but it’s like a raging undercurrent beneath a water’s still surface. There’s nothing I can do. It’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to me. He fucking planned this, brought a paralytic drug with him here.
Was it him who told Maddox and Vika not to invite the twins?
Teeth bite into the flesh of my tit, puncturing the skin, and pain blossoms there, but I grind my teeth to stop from crying out.