The heart monitor continued its steady beep, but the air in the room was chargedâthick with tension, lust, and unspoken dread. I sat beside Gabriela on the edge of Diazâs bed, my hand enveloping hers, my
Hand of Arousal
pulsing with dark energy, flooding her veins with uncontrollable desire. Gabrielaâs breath hitched, her dark eyes glazing over as the heat spread through her, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hardening beneath her robe.
But thenâ
Her gaze snapped to Diaz.
Guilt slammed into her like a freight train.
"N-Noâ!" she gasped, yanking her hand away from mine as if burned. Her body trembled, her fingers clutching the bedsheet, her voice breaking.
"IâI canâtâ! Not hereâ! Not like thisâ!" She glanced at Diaz, her sonâhelpless, broken, unable to speakâand shame flooded her, drowning the lust that still burned inside her.
The door creaked open.
Sarah stepped in, her boots clicking against the linoleum, her dark eyes scanning the roomâcalculating, amused, predatory. She glanced at Gabriela, then at me, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smirk.
"Oh, Auntie," she sighed, her voice dripping with false concern, stepping closer. "You look so distressed." Her hand reached out, brushing Gabrielaâs shoulderâpossessive, mocking. "Did something happen while I was gone?"
Gabriela flinched, her face flaming, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. "N-Nothingâ!" she stammered, her voice shaky. "I-I was justâ worried about Diazâ!"
Sarah tilted her head, her expression softening into a fake, sympathetic frown. "Oh, Auntie," she murmured, her tone sweetâtoo sweet.
"You shouldnât stress yourself so much." Her fingers trailed down Gabrielaâs arm, lingering just long enough to make her shiver.
"Itâs not good for your health... or your heart." Her gaze flicked to me, then back to Gabriela, her eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "You need to relax... Let us handle things."
Gabrielaâs breath caught, her body tensing as Sarahâs words washed over her.
"B-But Diazâ!" Gabriela protested, her voice weak, her fingers clenching the bedsheet tighter.
Sarah sighed, her expression shifting to exaggerated concern. "Auntie, donât worry," she cooed, her hand gently squeezing Gabrielaâs shoulder.
"The doctors said heâs stable... He needs rest, not a worried mother hovering over him." She glanced at Diaz, her voice softeningâfake, manipulative. "Look at him... Heâs stable now. You should rest, too."
Diaz heard her voice.
His body stiffened, his fingers clawing at the sheets as he struggled to turn his head. With great, painful effort, he managed to shift his gazeâ
And saw her.
[S-Sarah...!]
His thoughts exploded in rage and panic.
[This bitchâ! Sheâs hereâ!]
His mind screamed, his heart hammering in his chest.
[Itâs all because of herâ! I became like thisâ! Motherfuckerâ!]
His teeth ground together, his body shaking with helpless fury.
[A-And Momâ!]
His gaze flickered to Gabrielaâhis motherâher hand trembling, her face flushed, her body still humming with shame and lust.
[W-What is she doingâ? Associating with both of themâ?]
His stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat.
[Theyâre using herâ! They want to break usâ!]
Sarah turned to Diaz, her voice dripping with false warmth. "Oh, Diaz," she murmured, her tone sickeningly sweet. "You look so peaceful... Donât worry, okay?" Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her smirk returning. "See, Auntie? Heâs fine."
Gabriela bit her lip, her dark eyes flickering between Sarah and Diaz, her mind racing. "IâI donât knowâ" she whispered, her voice breaking.
Sarah stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "You trust me, donât you, Auntie?" Her fingers traced slow circles on Gabrielaâs back, possessive, taunting. "I wonât let anything happen to you... Or to Diaz."
I leaned back, my gaze locked onto Diaz, my lips curving into a dark, knowing smile.
"Sarahâs right, Auntie," I purred, my voice smooth, deceptive. "You should rest..." My hand slid onto Gabrielaâs thigh, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circlesâjust enough to remind her of the fire still burning inside her.
Gabrielaâs breath hitched, her body arching slightly into my touch, her mind spiraling.
[J-Jackâ!]
Her thought was a plea, but her thighs pressed together, her pussy throbbing with need.
[N-Not nowâ... Not in front of himâ!]
Diazâs breath quickened, his eyes widening as he watchedâhelpless, horrified, aroused against his will. His cock twitched beneath the sheets, his mind screaming in protestâ
[M-Momâ! STOP!]
His thought was a desperate plea, but his gaze remained locked on the way Gabriela leaned into my touch, her breath hitching, her thighs pressing together.
Sarahâs dark eyes gleamed with amusement, her gaze flicking between usâknowing exactly what she was doing.
Sarahâs voice dripped with false reassurance, her smirk twisting the words into something sinister, promising. "Weâll take good care of Auntie," she murmured, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Gabriela squirm beneath my touch. "Wonât we, Jack?"
I grinned, my fingers pushing higher up Gabrielaâs thigh, teasing the hem of her robe, threatening to expose her.
The fabric trembled under my touch, her breath hitching as she triedâand failedâto pull away. "Oh, absolutely," I purred, my voice a dark promise, my gaze locked onto Diazâhis eyes wide, horrified, trapped in his own body.
Diazâs thoughts raced, wild and desperate, his mind spiraling into darkness.
[Fuck...]
His inner voice was a growl, raw with fury and helplessness.
[These bastards... Theyâre not letting me go...]
His fingers twitched uselessly against the sheets, his body paralyzed, his mind screaming.
[Maybe itâd be better if I died...]
The thought sent a jolt of pain through him, but the alternativeâthis living hellâfelt worse.
[My hands... My feet... Gone...]
His breath hitched, his chest tightening with grief and rage.
[Thereâs no revenge I can take... Not like this...]
His gaze flickered to me, his eyes burning with hatred.
[Heâs not human...]
The realization settled in his mind, cold and terrifying.
[Heâs probably thinking of torturing me... Forever...]
A choked sob escaped him, but he forced himself to stay still, his mind racing for any escape.
[I should just pretend to be asleep...]
The thought took root, desperate and pathetic, but it was all he had.
[If they think Iâm asleep... Maybe theyâll leave me alone... Leave Mom alone...]
His heart ached at the idea of Gabriela caught in this nightmare, but he was powerlessâcompletely broken.
[Yeah...]
His thoughts hardened with resignation.
[This is all I can do now...]
Slowly, painfully, Diaz let his eyelids drift shut, his breath evening out in a fake semblance of sleep. His mind screamed in protest, but his body obeyed, still and lifeless on the bed.