COLD TRAP

Chapter 22 

MIRABELLA 

Annabella gets up from the side of the bed and massages her temple. “What is it about you, huh? Tell me, Mirabella! How do you get them to choose you? How do you get all the good people by your corner? How are you still alive? Alter everything you’ve been through, how are you still standing!” My sister begins fidgeting with her fingers which are obviously trembling. 

But not in fear, in anger. 

My tears are spewing uncontrollably in realization that my sister is envious of me. This same me that has always envied her growing up, the irony of life. 

“I’m sorry, Anna, I’ll make it right, sorella, I promise. I’ll get us out and far away from here if you could just help me escape. Please Annabella, just do this with me.” 

A hearty laughter wracks through her and she throws herself on the cushion. “You’re such a fool, Mirabella,” she trails off into her dark demeanor. “Do you really think you’re in father’s custody? I’ll make one thing clear, sister, you’re my hostage and you’re going nowhere.” She declares in a final tone. 

I am finished. 

“I thought you’ll realize by now that father can only punish you physically, but me? I’ll break your soul piece by piece until I make you into nothing but a living corpse. You’ll loose everything on the inside until you’re desperately seeking the face of death and I will make certain of it. This is just the beginning of what is to come, and I’m so curious to see how you hold your head up high after this.” 

Almost immediately after Annabella makes her declaration, father appears out of nowhere and slams his fist against my nose. I scream as blood rushes out of my nose. “You’re planning to escape again?” Father tsks, “It looks as though we have a lot to talk about, Mirabella.” He says and seats himself on the cushion. 

Fuck no. 

“Fucking stop already!” I scream as my sister kneels between his legs and takes him in her mouth. 

Annabella was right, I’m making a mess of myself again, throwing up on my body as I watch my sister suck my father off. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

How’re they enjoying this? 

God help me so I don’t lose my sanity. 

My father groans ever so loudly and Annabella hums as she gets up on her feet and sits herself down on the cushion. She throws her legs open almost immediately and my father kneels between her legs and begins eating her out. 

“You both are so sick. How can you do this to mother, your wife.” I cry out even when my voice is starting to fail me. 

“This is the least of the things I did to your mother, sweetheart,” father declares and connects his tongue back to Annabella’s pussy and she moans out loud. 

“God please stop it already. Don’t do this to me anymore…I can’t take it anymore, please.” I plead with the last strength I can gather as my eyelids get heavier. 

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Annabella’s body spasms and her orgasm shoots through her. Bile rushes out of my throat once again at the sight and I shut my eyes tightly. 

I don’t know what’s more disgusting at this point, what I’m being made to watch, Or the fact that I’ve vomited on myself more times than 

can count. 

What seems like a full bucket of water splashes across my face and I jerk awake. Annabella leans down, uncuffing my hands. “You really think this is some sort of vacation that you get to watch a good show and go to sleep after?” She grits out through her clenched teeth. 

A muscle feathers in my jaw, “you think that was a good show?” The moment my hands come free, I put in all of my strength and smack her across the face. “Fucking your father in front of your sister is a good show to you? You’re so stupid, so fucking wicked!” I shudder and meet Annabella’s stare with mine. She’s glaring at me but I’m looking at her with pleading eyes. 

“Maybe when you both started this, he didn’t give you an opportunity to choose, but I’m offering you that chance now. Please Anna, just choose to go with me and we’ll be out of here in no time.” 

I begin rambling everything that comes to mind. Anything to convince my sister but she just stands there, watching me in amusement until I’m finished talking 

She tuts and flips me over so that I’m lying on my stomach. “I want to see how well you control your nerves. I’m going to flog you and you’ll keep count without reaching out to soothe your skin, hmm? You’ll keep your hand steady in front of you and take everything I give you like a good fucking sister. If you do well, I might just consider your offer.” She finishes her statement and I bite the inside of my cheeks. 

How hard can it be? Just keep count and don’t touch; it’s all I have to do to be out of here. 

The hard leather flogger that feels like the edges are sharpened comes down hard on my back and I scream. I shudder, my fingers digging into the sheets, “one.” 

I sniffle, I shake my head, my tears blur my vision but the pain seems to get worse with each contact the leather makes with my skin. 

“Ten,” I cry out loud and I feel something rolling down my back. The feel of the sanguine warmth drips down my back and tickles my skin. My 

blood. 

My teeth grind so hard it hurts, I lift my torso off the bed and hit my head as many times as possible against the headboard. “Fifty,” I whimper. 

When is it going to end? How many more numbers am I expected to count? Annabella keeps going, each time harder than the former until we get to the number hundred and she stops. 

She flexes her shoulders and heaves out a breath, “you’ve done so well, sister.” She taps my head slightly and I continue whimpering as my body vigorously shakes. 

“Father had a few complaints,” she starts speaking but I don’t show any interest in whatever she’s saying. “He’s upset that you got a tattoo to cover up our family symbol that was crested onto your chest.” She affirms and heaves out a sigh. 

“The things 

widen. 

s I do for that man,” she mutters. “We’re giving you another one and don’t you dare cover it up.” She breathes out and my eyes 

Before I can scream my protest, the door pushes open and heavy footsteps approach, almost immediately I feel the burning iron on the skin of my lower back. I scream and screech but there’s no stopping until I’m branded once again. 

If I even thought for a second that Annabella was done with me then I’m a big fool, because she’s not. Still in my wailing of the hot iron that 

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Just burnt through my skin, my sister opens up a bottle of whiskey and dumps the burning liquid on my back. 

My ripped up skin. 

I jump and land on the floor, I grunt and roll, my voice echoing in a loud scream. 

Too much. 

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The pain is too much and I can no longer take it, “why don’t you just kill me, Annabella. Take me instead! Why have you decided to punish me in this manner! I’m your sister!” 

I 

I breathe or I try to but it 

it feels like there’s not a single air in the room–but I’m not about to let myself pass out. I want to stay awake and experience whatever Annabella has planned out for me each step of the way. 

I’m wrapped up in a sheet and moved to another room in a matter of minutes. The door pushes open and Annabella walks in with a first aid kit. I furrow my brows at the sight and she let out a small laugh. 

“I told you before, sorella, I’ll 

Il mess you up and still help you clean up the mess. It’s the process. So now, wounds until they’re better because I’d like to see the new ones clearly when I start inflicting them.” 

we’re going to focus on treating your