Please note that this story does contain some VERY triggering content.
I will try to place ** before any potentially triggering content such as incest/violence. However, I may not always know what will trigger you personally. For this reason please be aware that the following will be a part of this chapter: drugs/rape/incest/abuse. I do try to frame these things as negative and not sexually appealing as they are simply a part of the character's arch.
If you think that reading this would harm you in any way, I respectfully ask that you do not read this chapter. I will write the story in a way that if you skip to chapter 7, you will not be confused.
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The smell of cigarette smoke wafted in the air around him. He sat in the small wooden chair at the kitchen table. From there, he could see the little specs of dust illuminated by the light from the dirty window. It was a dingy little room. Outside, he heard sirens blaring and put his cigarette out on the table. There was a jolty, feeling in his fingers. He tapped the wooden table insistently.
What had he been thinking? There was the pop of a gun outside. He sat back in his chair and stared at the half-empty bag on the table. A waste, he thought. With a sigh, he scooped out some of the fine crystals and melted them into a brownish sludge. The feeling that came next was his favorite. Not the initial hit, but the feeling right before. The anticipation. It was enough to drive him mad. In just a moment, the chemicals would find their way quickly through his veins, giving him the high that he craved.
He savored the image of Gisselle. His daughter came to him like a phantom, beautiful yet untouchable.
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He had been a fool. He was running out and now he had no way to make it back. He had given away his only source of income. She had been the only thing that could ease his pain when he needed another hit and couldn't get it. Besides, with those chemicals running through him, it almost felt like fucking his wife again. Of course, he'd never actually fucked her pussy or her ass. He knew that she would sell for much more if she was a virgin. So he settled for her mouth.
Now he would never feel her soft lips again. Those bastards had tricked him. He should have asked for more. Much more. For a moment he considered asking for her back. Sure, he wouldn't be able to sell her for nearly as much, but he could still rent her out for a decent price.
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But what leverage did he have to get her back? He could reclaim her, but it had been months since she moved out. The brothers certainly had her sign the documentation which removed all his parental rights. Still, he was determined to find a way to get her back, at whatever cost.
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The brothers looked at one another for a moment. Although they had planned on sharing their slave, they had not planned on doing it in that way. Cadence nodded, thinking about what Gisselle had asked.
"Go to your room and we will discuss," Benjamin told her.
"Yes Sir," Gisselle replied. As she left the room, her eyes never looked up from the floor.
Cadence closed the door.
"She seems to be doing better. I think she would benefit from this."
His brother sat down on the couch, his elbows on his knees as he spoke. "I'm just not sure how that will work. I had planned on us training separately."
"Our approaches are different, but I think for her we need to try. If we can show her that she can trust both of us, then I think she could be happy here."
"I agree." Benjamin said his tone still serious, "But we need to hash out some rules."
Cadence thought as he nodded his head.
