The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+}

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I was dragged all the way to their bedroom by my wrist, nobody batting an eyelid as this was just an ordinary day for them. Quinn and Peyton giggled like children all the way there, my heart hammering at the thought of what they were going to do to me.

Last time they said they were going to show me exactly what I'm good for so I assume that's their plan for tonight, considering Adeline interrupted them last time.

I'm shoved into their bedroom, stumbling a few steps before I fall on my knees, using my hands to prevent my face hitting the floor. My fear and anger are mixed, knowing I can easily compel these bitches to go fuck themselves. I'm about to turn around and do just that when Peyton kneels down behind me, feeling something being forced into my mouth and locked behind my head.

A fucking gag!

Shit!

Peyton and Quinn are both giggling like children, "We can't have you screaming now, can we?" Peyton whispers into my ear before sucking my earlobe into her mouth. I grimace, pulling away to wipe my ear onto my shoulder.

Peyton grips my arm painfully, forcing me to my feet. When I'm stable she pushes her hand hard against my chest, allowing me to fall back and onto the double bed. I crawl backward until I'm leant against the headboard, my eyes narrowed on the two girls watching me, amused by my fear.

Quinn wraps her arms around Peyton's waist from behind, resting her head against Peyton's shoulder as she eyes me with her navy blue orbs. "Why don't you have at her, baby. I want to watch."

They're beloved's?

They both bare identical marks, proving what I now know.

Peyton licks her lips, walking away from Quinn to walk towards me. I can feel my heart rate spiking, trying to scream or tell them to fuck off but I can't, my words and screams muffled by the gag. Urgh...if only I compelled them to leave me alone before they could drag me up here to be part of their kinky sex game.

Peyton climbs onto the bed towards me, wrapping her hand around my arm to pull me forward with her strength. I try to leap of the bed but Quinn is at the edge of the bed in seconds, preventing me from running away. Peyton then takes her time crawling behind me, glancing up at Quinn seductively as she places both arms on my shoulders, keeping me still.

I begin to shake uncontrollably as fear dominates my actions, wishing for them to leave me alone. My tears are ready to fall but I try and hold them back not wanting to give them the satisfaction. They're already finding this amusing enough as it is.

Just get it over with already. My muffled protests capture their attention but I know they're going to do whatever they want to me either way.

Peyton whines, mocking me, "Don't rush me, slave. I like to take my time, don't I, Quinn?"

Quinn's eyes darken, nodding her head. She's smirking down at us, her expression lit with excitement, urging Peyton to continue my slow torture.

Peyton slowly removes the hair that's covering my shoulder, a small gasp leaving her lips. She snaps her eyes to Peyton, angry, "She's been marked!"