All Chapters of You Are Mine, Little Sister: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RALIMy jaw was practically glued to the floor as I stared at my screen for what felt like the millionth time. I sat on the edge of the kitchen island, legs tucked under me. Veronica, halfway through stirring a pot of soup had frozen and leaned in with Ruby to read over my shoulder. "Holy Shit. He truly sent it!" Veronica blinked like she was trying to reset her vision.I shook my head. "I can't believe this." When he offered to meet up an hour ago, I thought it was a joke. But now, he'd truly sent the location for the meeting. Fortunately, it was in a cafe, which made me feel a little relaxed. But Void just easily agreed to meet up with me!"Are you sure we got the right email?" I turned to Ruby. My nerves were frayed at the seams."Oh, don't be ridiculous. This was directly from Black Net. Trust me, no one in their right or wrong mind would dare impersonate him.""He must be so eager to get people killed," Veronica muttered, and for some reason, the words clanged inside

His voice carved fear deeper into me, and through the blur of tears, I searched his unforgiving eyes for a sliver of compassion. He finally released my scalp with one last painful tug before shoving me down. I hit the ground hard, and when I looked up, his eyes burned into me like I was something he meant to crush. "You finally met the Torturer. Now, we'll be going deep into my world.""I'm sorry," I whimpered, still on the floor, my body a shuddering wreck. He looked at me without even a zilch of sympathy. Right there, I could see why he named himself Void. I didn't think he was truly capable of emotions in that moment.Reaching his hand into his back pocket, he pulled out a gun. I gasped as I jerked back, dragging myself across the floor on my butt. I could swear I saw my life flash before me when he cocked the gun. "Let me tell you how this will go, Rali. You're going to get on your feet, walk out that backdoor with me, and into my car. If I have to repeat myself, even once, I'

I wanted to obey simply because I was scared of him, but the idea of surrendering what was left of my dignity made me pause. "I still have five days left." I could barely hear myself. The next sound that came out of my lips was my scream when the whip connected with my back. It kissed my back through my clothes, but the pain sank deeper than skin. The sting was so vicious, I dropped to my knees before I even realized it.Oh, God. "Take off your clothes." The order came again, his voice stripped off all humanity. Shaking and sobbing, I forced myself to my feet. Then, slowly, I took off my shirt, my denim pants, then my underwears. Standing so naked before him was a nightmare I'd never grow numb to."You don't have to do this," I whispered, with a shake of my head. The whip came again—this time on flesh. My skin screamed before I could. The sound I let out was raw and frightening. My vision blurred as I staggered, nearly falling.I tried to escape—just a step—but his hand wrapped

I gasped loudly as a bolt of pain caught me off guard. My body responded instinctively, tightening around him, and this time, I pulled the cuffs harder than I ever had. He moved one of his hands to stay above my head while the other held my hip in a possessive grip. I thrashed beneath him, but when he pulled out to the tip and slammed into me again, strength evaded me and all I could do was groan. God, it hurt. More than I imagined it would.He muttered some curses under his breath as his eyes darkened. "Please... Please, stop," I sobbed.Suddenly, his hand above my head grabbed my chin roughly. "Not even in hell. I am never going to stop."Another thrust. And another. Until the rhythm turned ruthless. My cries echoed in the room as my body moved back and forth under his weight. It hurt like he said he would, and I didn't need to have experienced sex before to know he was being extra rough with me. He fucked me with the insanity of a man who'd torn out his soul and stuffed the

My brows pinched instinctively.She looked like she'd walked out of a photoshoot titled Deadly and Delicious. Black cargo pants hugged her, a black crop top bared a stomach flat enough to shame every ab workout I'd ever tried, her combat boots were even more fitting on the ground as she rounded the car with her high ponytail swinging behind her neck. Fierce didn't even begin to describe her. She was gorgeous.And she was with him.Void came out from the passenger's side, hands shoved into his hoodie's front pocket. They stood close and for over a minute, spoke quietly.An unfamiliar feeling skittered down my gut. Who was she? Eric had mentioned only him and Miles worked closely with Void. Not a word about a pretty sidekick with attitude and abs.After what felt like an eternity—even though it had only been a minute—the lady opened the backseat, grabbed some bags and started walking towards the house with him. If he had such a pretty lady with him, why didn't he just make her his wom