Her head was splitting at the seams. The blood trapped inside her veins was barely cooling, and merely was exacerbated by the worrying figures that flickered through her mind like clockwork. It was a list of steps, concerning odds to shield away the forced intimacy that occured within the bedroom; strip down the sheets, wash away the stains. A secret to take to the grave, she decided upon the trickle of tears rolling down flushed cheeks.<br/><br/>Cayn would surely notice them with the way he held her close - the wet organ of his mouth drawing a lazy path up to the smooth ridge of her cheekbone, some mark of signature to let dry there. The ends of her nerves were abuzz in disgust and bemusement where his tongue dampened slowly. She assumed he was taking his time at this point, dredging up some staple of energy to finally catch a breath and rest a little longer in the one-sided embrace.<br/><br/>She was cautious in letting him have his way, unable to bear him any voice as the forked tongue of a daemon hissed declarations into her ear. No. Albert would never know. Valeria did not want to keep unclarities from the newly minted lover of five weeks, but the consequences of coitus with Cayn shut down any disagreement. They all stifled on her tongue before complete conception.<br/><br/>A copious amount of reddened froth oozed out as brother finally disengaged, and she desperately tried not to cry in relief as the head pulled away one last time. The punishment was complete. Valeria almost believed of Cayn to be somewhat back to his senses, brightening up with the faintest of expressions especially as he took care to mention control would be restored. There would be a say in the matter - no outbursts of the sexual abuse she’d just endured. But something failed to settle right in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>Next time. Those two words kept echoing, a rattle against her skull that put a damper to the hope that had briefly fluctuated within her chest. It died like a bird with its wings clipped off. “‘Next time’? What… why do you want a next time, Cayn?” The question fumbled out weak, fragile, but despite the wavering hesitation, she figured theories on what his demented crowing would be. It was just better to hear it from his own mouth.<br/><br/>Valeria could breathe much easier once the abuser of her warmth slipped away from the cradle of her limbs, standing to full height on his own. The partially erect snake was zipped away behind denim, and though Valeria should probably have taken to heart ‘out of sight, out of mind’, there was nothing stopping her from fearing the creature that bore pain into her body. She would know.<br/><br/>It was slathered with the stains of blood.<br/><br/>Dear brother, she did not find his giddy high of laughter amusing, even when he removed himself from her to fetch the consolation prize. The white lace of her panties was just some trophy of success, wasn’t it? A grotesque reward commemorating a job well done in tearing asunder the purity she had held on for almost a few years shy of two decades? He must have thought so, stuffing them so casually into his pocket as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But his question came at even more of a surprise then the frilly garment stashed in his jeans.<br/><br/>“A movie?” Valeria was stricken by the causality of his nature. How was it possible to go from pleasuring himself in her to asking about movies so quickly? But the abruptness of the inquiry was not the worst of fears. It was the chilling notion that to reject him was to incite his wrath upon her. If she grudgingly accepted the offer, there would be no cause for Cayn to threaten any form of damage. That had what started the entire charade, refusing to heed his threat. “Y-yeah. Just like when we were kids. ” It only felt weird to say it now.<br/><br/>Childhood memories had been destroyed, and her perspective had entirely warped to encompass the shade that once was. A monster made its lair in her brother’s fractured chest. “But could we watch it in your room…?” She asked hesitantly, keeping up the sweet sibling act. The meaning of her anxiety was not outright spoken but implied. She wanted to be nowhere near her own chambers at the moment.<br/><br/>She had to call Albert, concoct some baseless excuse she knew would deter him from arriving for what had been initially planned. He had always respected her decision - backing out was no exception. But to retrieve her phone from across the breach of carpet proved strenuous, and with the inflammation swelling her bruised organ, Valeria was keen on limiting movement. Every tense of muscle, result of attempting to prop herself up just coursed pain; the sharp ache centered deep in the newness of it all.<br/><br/>Abused lips seethed out a breathless sigh of exhaustion, and she figured to phone him up later. He would never know; she could promise Cayn that much, and surrendered to laying sprawled across the messed bed cover. Her brain was in shambles. Perhaps showering the remains of her brother off would soothe a little of the emotional and physical turmoil.