In the Hands of the Two Demons (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 20

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 𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 ~ 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏, 𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙀, 𝘼𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙀 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙀𝙓𝙐𝘼𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏

 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 ❤

Elenora's POV 

I sit there with tears making there way down, one by one. My own brothers, brothers that I had trusted, loved did this to me. I look around the room and it has 1 big window and a bathroom attached. 

I wipe my tears and walk up to the window, try to open it. It doesn't budge. I look out the window and see gurads everywhere, this place has high security, but I won't give up. I will get out out here and I am sure. 

I sit on the bed when the door opens, I don't move. I sit there. My father had always taught me that male or female, mafia never backs out. I look up to see Derick standing there studying me. He come closer, leaving the door open. I keep my eyes set on Derick trying not to make him suspicious.

He comes closer and stands write in front of me, with his crouch area inches away from my face. He looks straight into my eyes, trying to intimidate me. I have also been trained, but never really needed to fight. 

He bends down and pushes me back on the bed. He climbs on top of me. I don't fight him, because I have something else in mind. He uses his right hand to hold my face, "anything you have in mind forget it, you won't be able to escape. That window is bulletproof, it won't break. " he whispers darkly in my ear, kissing my jaw. Disgusting.

I spit right in his face causing him to leave me. I knee him in the stomach and run out bumping into Dean. He holds be tightly and laughs, "you fucking bitch! You will regret spitting at me!" Derick yells from behind me. "Brother, why not teach her a little lesson uhm?" Dean says. Oh God please. 

Derick nods smirking at Dean. Dean picks me up, and throws me in the bedroom. I whimper when my body collides with hard wooden floor. Both men hover over me, slowly taking there clothes off.

I bit my lip trying to control the tears but fail miserably. They both smirk, Dean gets on one knee and holds my face harshly. "Oh is my little baby gonna cry now?" He says and Derick laughs and bends down, he looks at me. Suddenly he slaps my face and I fall back down. I hold my cheek and cry even more. It fucking stings! 

He pulls me back and chokes me. I scratch his hand trying to remove it but it won't budge. I could see the darkness taking over but Derick stops and I start coughing. I try to take in as much oxygen as I can. I won't die without putting up a fight. If I do die, my soul would be happy that I at least tried.

"P-please Stop! I am your sister! Fucking blood sister!!" I scream trying to knock some sense in to the messed up heads. Dean raises his eyebrow and Derick laughs "oh dear 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, haven't you become one bad bad girl? You've learned to curse I see. Let's teach you lesson that you'll never forget?" Dean says. 

Derick pulls me up by my arm and throws me on the bed. Then I suddenly remember that both men are naked! Oh God please don't let them take my innocence, I pry hoping someone will here my pryer and help me. 

Derick starts to remove my t-shirt while Dean removes my shorts. I moved my hands and legs and started to kick making it difficult for them. Dean Huffs, "you idiot! Don't you even know how to remove clothes, what type of king are you?" Derick also stops and rolls his eyes. Thank God there distracted, I have to think something fast.