All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

RALII knew asking the Hollow Brothers for help was reckless, but I hadn't expected their idea of help to be 'this.' I didn't expect to be marched out of the room immediately and straight to the VIP corner.My pulse hit sirens in my chest. Blayne lounged there with his rotten clientele. And among them, the devils I dreaded most.The Ash Twins were mid-conversation when they clocked us. Their faces dropped like storm shutters. It wasn't hard to spot a devil's bad mood; it sat on them like a second skin.Their eyes tracked every inch we took, all the way to a couch that emptied the second the men saw us coming. Coltin folded into the seat, ankle over knee, unbothered as a king at recess. Corbin sprawled wide, one arm along the back like he owned the couch. Across from us, the Twins' conversation cut off with a neat little click, like someone snipped the cord."I don't think it's been long enough to say you're done with her," Blayne said at last, breaking the heavy silence the bar cou

The cage was locked from the outside the moment they climbed in. Corbin and Mayor.These were two dangerous men. Corbin was cold and deadly, Mayor was wild and mad. While I was sure they were individually strong, I didn't know what it looked like facing each other.Both men warmed up, then the whistle followed.They collided in an instant, fists snapping, kicks slicing, arms grappling for air. Corbin fought like a machine. Mayor moved riot-shaped, filling the cage with feral laughter.Blood started painting the cage. Ribs cracked under knuckles. Fingers clawed for windpipes. They slammed each other into the iron bars until the whole cage rattled with the sound of war. This was messier than what I'd seen six weeks ago.When the tension became too much, my eyes snapped shut, embracing the darkness which felt better than the spectacle. Still, the crowd's roars forced the images back into my mind.One haunting thought ran through my mind: these men were tearing themselves apart for you. F

"Come on, now. Deep breaths. In. Out. With me." Her voice guided me like a rope across a collapsing bridge. My eyes locked onto hers, desperate to copy the rise and fall of her chest.She set me back gently, dashed away, and returned with a hairbrush. My head rested once more on her legs."Hold this. Just squeeze it tight. Please, Rali."I tried. My fingers clamped around the handle, but it felt distant, like I was gripping smoke."I can't... breathe," I managed to say.Tears streaked sideways, soaking into my temple. My chest slammed shut again and again, as though my lungs had turned to steel traps.It was getting worse. What if I didn't survive this one?"You can breathe. It's your mind lying to you, telling you can't." She pressed her arms around me, grounding me. "Come on, Rali. Count with me. Breathe with me."We did. In. Out. Again. Slowly. Painfully.And like before, the storm eased. I lived. Barely, but I lived.This wasn't the first time. The first had been when the Ash Twin

She looked mean. I could also tell she'd be calling for help any moment if I didn't return to the floor."I—I need to pee." My nails picked at a loose thread on my sleeve."What do I care? You know the rules, bitch. Get down on the floor and hold that clit till I'm done."I trapped my shaking hand under its twin so she wouldn't notice. I dropped back to the floor under the window and counted the seconds until she turned back around to continue mopping.My heart was no longer beating; it was sprinting, tripping, crashing into the walls of my ribs like it wanted out.I closed my eyes, stacked breath upon breath, and let the voices argue me into action. Then I rose, this time not giving myself space to think.Not with the knife—hell no. I already came to terms with the fact that I couldn't do that.I picked up a rickety bedside lamp that hadn't worked a day since I came here, inched toward her, and brought it down on her head with a bone-thick crack.She lurched sideways, knocking into t

Two other girls were suddenly pinned, their masks slipping as they attempted to fight back, and that was when I realized it—five of us had made it out of our rooms. All five.Everyone else was busy clawing and thrashing, trying to salvage order from chaos, and me? I just sat there, mouth wide open, eyes glassing over, helplessly watching the scene in horror.The driver barked something in a foreign tongue that was too furious to be anything but curses and yanked the wheel into a brutal turn. One of our girls reached for him, wrapped a hand around his throat and tried to stab him in the neck. But that was unsuccessful. Next thing I knew, our car was screeching off the road.I clamped my eyes shut and screamed into the sound of everything crumpling.It was noisy one minute, then quiet the next. The silence was so thick I thought it would crush me.My eyes stayed closed, too scared to open.Dead.Dead.Dead .Everyone was dead.The cleaner in my room was dead.The three in the van with u