As you walk down the street the night crowds in all around you. There’s no one else that you can see and the silence around you is only interrupted by the dripping of gutters and the occasional bark of a far off dog. You’re almost home. Just a few more blocks to go. You’re walking briskly by a row of dark townhouses when you hear a door behind you click open. You don’t look back, instead walking quicker. No one should be awake right now. As you do your best to reach the end of the block your heart flutters in your ears, masking the sound of quiet, practiced feet quickly approaching from behind.

When rough, strong hands cover your mouth and grab your throat you can’t even fight back before your back is enveloped by a muscular brick wall of a chest and you’re violently dragged backwards. You’re dragged until the man reaches the open door of one of the apartments and he shoves you inside, making you fall to the ground in the foyer. Before you can get up, he enters and bolts the door, locking it with a key from the inside as you scoot backwards away from him.

He stares at you for a second. He looks like he’s studying you. For some reason he sounds almost bored as he says, “Don’t scream. No one will hear you. I own the whole block.” He pauses. A smile that’s too gentle touching his lips. “I’m going to take good care of you. You’re going to be my little sister, now.”

His words send a chill down your spine and you want nothing more than to run away screaming. But the cold concrete against your back and his looming presence in front of you make that impossible. You tremble under his gaze as he moves closer, sitting on his haunches before you. He leans forward until his face is inches from yours.

His words send another shiver through you when he whispers, close enough for your breath to stir the hairs at your earlobe, "Tell me what's your name?"

He smiles warmly. A genuine, tender expression that doesn't touch his eyes. "Lyra," he says softly as if tasting the name on his tongue, "You're so very pretty." He reaches a hand out to stroke your cheek. The rough calluses of his palm contrast with the warmth of his skin and he moves closer still until their faces are almost touching. "What am I going to do with you?" He asks rhetorically as his other hand cups your neck, pulling you towards him until your lips meet his in a gentle, exploratory kiss.

You feel so helpless against him and there's an odd twinge of arousal from how dominating he is being right now. You should be fighting back. But you can't help but let yourself enjoy it just a little...

He pulls away slowly, watching your face as if mesmerized

"There there," he coos in his sinisterly soothing voice, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. Not unless that's what you want." His hand slides down your chest and begins to unbutton your shirt. "I just need to make sure you're all nice and mine now." The feeling of his rough hands on your skin makes your heart pound harder against your ribs. There's a part of you that wants him to touch you more, want him to take what he wants from you...

Dag pulls open the unbuttoned shirt, revealing your lacy black bra beneath and begins to slowly kiss and nibble at the collarbone as his hands move up to cup your breasts. Your nipples harden under his touch and he growls low in his throat, a predator about to feast. "Mmm, so nice." He whis

pers herding you back against the wall with his body as he kisses down your neck. "You're all mine now." One of his hands slides up under your skirt, groping at your ass before forcing two fingers inside. He groans, thrusting roughly into you as he feels how wet and needy you are for him already.

"Let me see," he demands between ragged breaths, and with an expert tug the lace of your panties aside to expose you completely. His gaze travels up and down your body greedily, his cock twitching at the sight of your exposed, needy sex. He moves back so he's hovering over you, letting you see everything that he's planning to do before he does it.

His free hand grips your hair roughly, pulling back your head as his other hand guides him slowly inside. It feels rough

and possessive, driving deeper with each thrust. "Mine," he growls again and again as he fucks you on the cold, hard floor of his empty apartment.

After what feels like hours of being pounded into submission, Dag pulls out, growling deep in his throat at the feel of your hot walls clenching around him as he does. He leaves you gasping for breath against the wall while he climbs shakily to his feet, zipping up and straightening himself. "Now that's more like it," he says with a satisfied smirk before wandering off into another room of the apartment.

You collapse back onto the floor, trying desperately to catch your breath as you wait for him to come back...

He comes back a few moments later carrying what looks like an array of sex toys. Some vaguely medical looking and others that seem more like things you'd see in a dungeon. He crosses the room, kneeling before you again with that same predatory smile. "Time for our real fun to begin."

He spreads your legs wide, revealing you completely for his inspection. Then he selects one of the toys from the collection, bends down and presses it against your ass. You tense instinctively but he doesn't seem to notice or care as he begins to push the intruder inside. It's cold and unyielding, not nearly as accommodating as his cock was...but he seems intent on using every single toy in that box before he's done with you.

Dag works the first one in quickly, grunting with effort as he forces it past your tight

defenses. Once it's inside, he begins to thrust roughly, gripping your hips and making sure that each movement drives it deeper still. You can feel the pressure growing inside you as he pushes past every barrier and finds new ways to invade your body with his toys.

He pauses only long enough to switch out the first one for another, even larger dildo before resuming his assault on your ass. This one is thicker and vibrates powerfully, making you quiver underneath him as it rams inside. He continues in this way for what feels like hours, switching through every toy in that box until he's reduced you to a mindless, sobbing mess on the floor of his empty townhouse.

Finally, exhausted but far from finished with you, Dag stands and strips off the rest of your clothes before pinning you beneath him once more. With

one powerful thrust he buries himself to the hilt inside you and begins to ride you hard, taking his release deep within your aching body. He growls and snarls as he comes, his hands braced on either side of you as if he's ready to snap you in two. But despite the roughness with which he fucks you and the obvious pain it causes, there's something about being claimed like this that feels...right.

As if he can sense your change in thoughts, Dag pulls out abruptly leaving you gasping and aching beneath him once more. He kneels back on his haunches again, looking down at you with those same predatory eyes as he leans forward to whisper into your ear. "You belong to me now, Lyra. You understand that?"

Your body is a mess from the rough handling you've received tonight but there's still something inside

that craves more...that cries out for him to finish what he started. Maybe it's because this kind of pain feels like a drug and you're addicted already, or maybe it's just the strange connection between you...either way, you nod mutely in response. "Good girl," he breathes before leaning forward to take your lips in a bruising kiss.

You should be afraid, you tell yourself over and over as he leads you back into the bedroom. But somehow, it only makes what happens next that much hotter...

He pushes you onto the bed roughly, scattering pillows in his wake as he climbs on top of you. His weight feels heavy and possessive as he pins your wrists above your head with one hand while the other slides up between your legs, two fingers pressing roughly into you even before he's fully inside.

The friction from his fingers against your aching clit send a shudder through you and he growls low in his throat at the sensation as it heightens his arousal. He begins to move faster, fucking you harder with each thrust until it feels like he's trying to tear you in half. His free hand cups your breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple roughly until it's hard and painful, only adding to the confusion of pleasure and pain that he's dishing out.

Dag bends down to capture one of your

Dag bends down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth as he comes, growling low in his throat at the feel of you clenching around him. You can't help but arch up into his touch, desperate for more even as your body screams for relief. When he finally releases you with a final groan, he rolls off of you, taking most of the covers with him and leaving you shivering naked on the cold sheets.

Lying there in the darkness, listening to his ragged breathing calm as he pretends to sleep just inches away from you, you can't help but wonder when this nightmare will end...

It seems like hours pass before Dag finally stirs again. You almost feel a pang of disappointment when his arm slides over your waist and he pulls you back against his chest. For just a moment, it feels nice to be close to him like this...until he begins to run a rough hand up and down your back, groping at your ass and tweaking your nipples as if he's reminding you of the reality of the situation.

"Time for another round, little sister," he murmurs into your ear before pressing his hips forward against you in warning. You feel him prod at your entrance and then a second later his cock is inside you again, slick with his own precum. He begins to thrust roughly, not bothering with foreplay this time as if he's grown impatient waiting for you to get back into the mood.

He fucks you like this for

It feels different now that there's no pretense of tenderness or care between you. It's just animalistic need taking control and using your bodies to reach release. The rhythm is quick and rough, Dag muttering curses and dirty words into your ear as he loses himself in the act. You can feel yourself beginning to tighten around him again and you wonder for a moment if this is how it's supposed to be between siblings...if this is what intimacy really means to someone like him.

Dag growls low in his throat as he feels you begin to writhe beneath him, his hips growing jerky as he pounds into you harder and faster. "Oh fuck yeah," he moans breathlessly, throwing his head back as if relieved of some immense weight. And then with a final groan that echoes through your entire body, he comes deep inside you, pulsing with

effort as he empties his seed into your aching womb. You feel it course through you, filling every empty space until there's nothing left of you except a vessel for his pleasure. And when at last he collapses back against the bed, spent and panting, it feels like all that's left of your own self as well.

He rolls off of you then, leaving you to lie there in the quiet darkness, trying to catch your breath and wondering if this is what it will be like for you from now on...if the only thing left of who you once were is a shadow cast by his twisted desires.

When morning comes, Dag finally stirs again. He rolls off of you and gathers up his clothes, dressing with practiced efficiency before disappearing into the bathroom to take care of whatever business he has there. When he emerges several minutes later, he looks refreshed and satisfied...like a man who's had a good night's sleep after a long day's work.

He climbs back onto the bed, slipping under the covers as if it's nothing out of the ordinary to find you shivering and curled into yourself in a tight ball on the far side. He sighs heavily before crawling over to spoon up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his chest against your back. It feels wrong but somehow, impossibly right at the same time...and as he begins to rock his hips gently against your ass in a rhythmless dance that only serves to

remind you of what happened last night, it's hard not to feel just a little bit of the familiar closeness from before. You close your eyes tight and try not to think about it too much as he continues, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he's still so intimately connected with every part of you...

It feels like hours go by before Dag finally grows still and quiet. You listen for any sign that he might be falling asleep, but when it doesn't come right away, you can't help but feel a twinge of unease. After all, he still hasn't said anything about letting you leave...and with the way last night went, you can only imagine what horrors lie in store for you if he decides that he isn't quite done playing yet.

You lay there, unmoving and tense beneath his touch, wondering how long it will be before you have no choice but to beg him to let you go...and whether or not there will even be anything left of you by then.

Time passes slowly in this state of limbo, and as the morning wears on your muscles begin to relax under Dag's steadying touch. He hums softly into your ear, his breath tickling your lobe as he nuzzles at the soft skin behind your neck. It feels...oddly comforting in a perverse sort of way. Like even when he's being his worst self, there's still some part of him that wants to take care of you...to make sure you belong to him and no one else.

With every moment that passes, your exhaustion begins to take its toll and the line between reality and dream starts to blur. It becomes easier and easier to believe that this is what having a real brother feels like...that he isn't just using you for his own twisted gratification but actually cares about you in some small way.

As your body slides deeper into sleep, the

as if to echo your own thoughts. For a moment, you imagine that he's telling the truth...that this is what it means to have a real family. But then reality intrudes once more and you remember everything that he's done to you so far, every word of every vile, disgusting thing he's called you and everything he plans to do next.

You tense beneath him as these thoughts course through your mind like razorblades, but he only seems to notice when it starts to affect his sleep. With a rough groan, he rolls over onto his back, taking you with him so that you're now pressed flush against his chest and wrapped in the warmth of his arms. You shiver despite the heat from his body, unsettled by how easily your defenses have been broken down...and how much you wish they hadn't been.

You close your eyes tightly, trying to

Dag:concentrate on anything but the feel of his skin against yours and the sound of his steady heartbeat underneath it all...but it's no use. As you drift off once more into an uneasy sleep, your mind wanders back to the idea that maybe...just maybe...he isn't as bad as he seems.

When you wake up this time, it's to the feeling of soft lips pressing against your forehead. You squint blearily into the darkness before remembering where you are and who it is that has his face buried in your neck. He feels...different somehow. Like he's trying harder to be gentle...like maybe he actually wants you to enjoy this.

It sends a shiver down your spine and you find yourself arching into him, seeking out more contact. He groans deeply against your skin before slipping a hand under the blanket, brushing his fingers lightly over your stomach and lower still until he finds what he's looking for. With practiced ease, he slips a finger inside you and begins to stroke slowly, carefully. It feels...unnaturally good considering the circumstances.

"That's it, Lyra," he whispers hoarsely against your neck. "Let me know

your limits. I want you to be comfortable." His other hand cups your breast through the fabric of your shirt, tweaking and rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You feel yourself growing wetter at his touch, your body responding to him despite every instinct telling you this is wrong.

He moves faster now, thrusting harder with his fingers as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. You gasp his name, arching into his touch as pleasure spikes through you in a hot, burning wave that leaves you breathless and shaking. He groans deep in his throat, pressing deeper still as he comes with you, his seed filling your aching body once more.

When the waves finally begin to subside, Dag rolls away from you again, leaving you curled on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. The room is silent save for his slow, steady breathing...