You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

RALI

The air was stale, smelling unfamiliar. My body felt foreign, heavy, as though gravity had doubled its grip on me.

My eyes still closed, I groaned, my head pounding with a full ache.

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How long have I been sleeping–was the first question that echoed in my foggy mind as I blinked against the dim light.

I should be in bed. But it didn’t feel like I was lying in bed. The uncomfortable position and the taut pull at my arms told me I was far from the safety of my room. My pulse spiked as the events from earlier slammed into my memory like a runaway train.

Gunshots.

Adam.

Blood.

The monster.

A labored wheeze escaped my throat, and my eyes snapped open to the grim reality around me. I was in a small, dimly lit room with bare walls and an array of tools arranged on a metal table nearby. There was a flickering bulb overhead casting long, making the space feel like a horror movie set come to life.

Worse, I was tied up. My wrists were bound with thick ropes attached to a pulley system fixed to the low ceiling. My feet barely touched the ground, leaving my body swaying ever so slightly. Pain radiated through my shoulders and back from the awkward angle. How long have I been like this?

I twisted against the bindings, the coarse rope digging into my skin, but it was futile. I tried to look behind to see if there was anyone in the room, but my position wouldn’t permit me. Despair tightened its grip on me, squeezing tears from my already swollen eyes.

A vivid recollection of what had transpired in Adam’s place filled my head, and this time, I burst into tears.

He killed them! Murdered them like they were nothing!

Now that I had been asleep for a couple of hours or so, the gravity of the situation had deeply sunk in, stirring rage alongside the fear in my guts.

“Did you sleep well?” His voice slithered through the room and every muscle in my body froze.

He was behind me. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him approaching now.

“I didn’t want to resolve to…harsher methods to wake you So, I waited for the drug to wear off.”

He said it like he’d done me a favour–a privilege not everyone got to enjoy from him.

I glanced up at the ropes, testing them again with a feeble tug. The fibers scraped against my wrists. There was no way I was getting out of these. Or out of here,

I moved my teary gaze to the only window I could see on the left, I was hoping I could see something familiar outside that could be of help, but all that greeted me was pitch darkness.

Finally, the monster reached me, blocking my line of sight.

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He had changed into fresh latex pants and leather jacket, the jacket parted to reveal his inner top. All black. What was it with him and this combo?

However, he wasn’t with his gloves anymore.

I glared at him in the dimness. For a moment, I caught a glimpse of the twelve year old that had been brought to the house. The boy I thought would be my best friend. My protector. My big brother.

He’d always been a psychopath. A demon.

Mummy should’ve listened to daddy and sent him away the first day he arrived.

“Y–You killed them,” I managed to speak past the heaviness in my throat. “You killed them.”

Anger burned like acid in my veins. I wish I could hurt him too. But I was more worried about getting out of this alive.

He lifted a black blade in his hand–a blade I hadn’t noticed until now–bringing it to my face.

I shuddered, jerking my face away. Rage warred with fear in my heart.

Holding the sharp edge to my skin, he dragged the blade downward, slow as death, stopping at a spot near the base of my

throat.

“If I were to stab you right here,” he pressed the flat of the blade gently against my skin, circling the tip over the hollow of my neck. “you’ll bleed for an hour, maybe less if I twisted it just right. And eventually, you’ll die.”

He dragged the blade down to a new spot. “It’d be fun to watch that happen, but then, I’d have to lose you. And that’ll be bad news.”

He pulled the blade away, bringing his other hand to replace where the knife had been.

“Because you see, little sister, if you’re dead, so am I. I intend to live a long fucking life, but not without you in it.” His voice dipped into something unsettlingly tender

His touch lingered, his thumb grazing my cheek, and I wrenched my face away, glaring daggers at him.

What was he saying!?

The tenderness in his voice twisted my stomach into knots. He said the words like he meant them and I was the most priceless treasure he’d ever owned, but the memory of his hand striking me earlier was still fresh, leaving a phantom sting on my skin.

“Don’t call me that,” I murmured.

He cocked a brow. “What? Little sister?”

A low chuckle. “You were happy to have me as a Brother, Rali. What changed?”

Oh, fuck him.

“You’ll rot in jail,” I spat, the words dripping with venom. “When I’m out of here, I’ll make sure you pay for what you Adam. And those men.”

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I know I should watch my words. Threatening to expose him when I was out of here might prompt him to kill me. But the rage in my heart was messing with my sense of reasoning.

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Yes, I was terrified of him, but I hated him more for what he did back then and wished I could inflict physical harm. Too bad, I was the one tied up.

He didn’t react. His face remained impassive, as though my words were little more than background noise.

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He lowered the blade to my shirt, and my stomach dropped. I flinched as he slipped the knife beneath the fabric and sliced upward with ease.

“I do not kill without purpose, Rali.” I hated the way my name rolled off his tongue. It waltzed its way into sounding exquisite from his velvety voice, leaving a warm aftertaste. And I hated it. I wish he’d lose his tongue so he never had to pronounce it again. “That man tried to touch you. He tried to touch what was mine.”

“I’m not yours!” The words tore from my throat, echoing in the oppressive space.

He was insane! The psycho was clearly infatuated and needed his head checked.

“You see,” he continued in that calm tone of his that made me shudder. “That is where you’re wrong.”

He shoved the knife downward, slicing my shirt clean in half. I gasped, horror stretching my eyes.

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