NOVEL NEXT Chapter 838: Pretending To Be Asleep
The heart monitor continued its steady beep, but the air in the room was charged—thick with tension, lust, and unspoken dread. I sat beside Gabriela on the edge of Diaz's bed, my hand enveloping hers, my Hand of Arousal pulsing with dark energy, flooding her veins with uncontrollable desire. Gabriela's breath hitched, her dark eyes glazing over as the heat spread through her, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hardening beneath her robe.
But then—
Her gaze snapped to Diaz.
Guilt slammed into her like a freight train.
"N-No—!" she gasped, yanking her hand away from mine as if burned. Her body trembled, her fingers clutching the bedsheet, her voice breaking.
"I—I can't—! Not here—! Not like this—!" She glanced at Diaz, her son—helpless, broken, unable to speak—and 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 room—calculating, 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 Gabriela's shoulder—possessive, mocking. "Did something happen while I was gone?"
Gabriela flinched, her face flaming, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. "N-Nothing—!" she stammered, her voice shaky. "I-I was just— worried about Diaz—!"
Sarah tilted her head, her expression softening into a fake, sympathetic frown. "Oh, Auntie," she murmured, her tone sweet—too sweet.
"You shouldn't stress yourself so much." Her fingers trailed down Gabriela's arm, lingering just long enough to make her shiver.
"It's 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."
Gabriela's breath caught, her body tensing as Sarah's words washed over her.
"B-But Diaz—!" Gabriela protested, her voice weak, her fingers clenching the bedsheet tighter.
Sarah sighed, her expression shifting to exaggerated concern. "Auntie, don't worry," she cooed, her hand gently squeezing Gabriela's shoulder.
"The doctors said he's stable… He needs rest, not a worried mother hovering over him." She glanced at Diaz, her voice softening—fake, manipulative. "Look at him… He's 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 gaze—
And saw her.
[S-Sarah…!] His thoughts exploded in rage and panic. [This bitch—! She's here—!] His mind screamed, his heart hammering in his chest.
[It's all because of her—! I became like this—! Motherfucker—!] His teeth ground together, his body shaking with helpless fury.
[A-And Mom—!] His gaze flickered to Gabriela—his mother—her hand trembling, her face flushed, her body still humming with shame and lust.
[W-What is she doing—? Associating with both of them—?] His stomach twisted, bile rising in his throat. [They're using her—! They want to break us—!]
Sarah turned to Diaz, her voice dripping with false warmth. "Oh, Diaz," she murmured, her tone sickeningly sweet. "You look so peaceful… Don't worry, okay?" Her gaze flicked back to Gabriela, her smirk returning. "See, Auntie? He's fine."
Gabriela bit her lip, her dark eyes flickering between Sarah and Diaz, her mind racing. "I—I don't know—" she whispered, her voice breaking.
Sarah stepped closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "You trust me, don't you, Auntie?" Her fingers traced slow circles on Gabriela's back, possessive, taunting. "I won't let anything happen to you… Or to Diaz."
I leaned back, my gaze locked onto Diaz, my lips curving into a dark, knowing smile.
"Sarah's right, Auntie," I purred, my voice smooth, deceptive. "You should rest…" My hand slid onto Gabriela's thigh, my fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles—just enough to remind her of the fire still burning inside her.
Gabriela's breath hitched, her body arching slightly into my touch, her mind spiraling.
[J-Jack—!] Her thought was a plea, but her thighs pressed together, her pussy throbbing with need. [N-Not now—… Not in front of him—!]
Diaz's breath quickened, his eyes widening as he watched—helpless, horrified, aroused against his will. His cock twitched beneath the sheets, his mind screaming in protest—
[M-Mom—! 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.
Sarah's dark eyes gleamed with amusement, her gaze flicking between us—knowing exactly what she was doing.
Sarah's voice dripped with false reassurance, her smirk twisting the words into something sinister, promising. "We'll take good care of Auntie," she murmured, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Gabriela squirm beneath my touch. "Won't we, Jack?"
I grinned, my fingers pushing higher up Gabriela's thigh, teasing the hem of her robe, threatening to expose her.
The fabric trembled under my touch, her breath hitching as she tried—and failed—to pull away. "Oh, absolutely," I purred, my voice a dark promise, my gaze locked onto Diaz—his eyes wide, horrified, trapped in his own body.
Diaz's thoughts raced, wild and desperate, his mind spiraling into darkness.
[Fuck…] His inner voice was a growl, raw with fury and helplessness.
[These bastards… They're not letting me go…] His fingers twitched uselessly against the sheets, his body paralyzed, his mind screaming.
[Maybe it'd be better if I died…] The thought sent a jolt of pain through him, but the alternative—this living hell—felt worse.
[My hands… My feet… Gone…] His breath hitched, his chest tightening with grief and rage. [There's no revenge I can take… Not like this…]
His gaze flickered to me, his eyes burning with hatred. [He's not human…] The realization settled in his mind, cold and terrifying. [He's 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 I'm asleep… Maybe they'll leave me alone… Leave Mom alone…] His heart ached at the idea of Gabriela caught in this nightmare, but he was powerless—completely 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.