Chapter 1012. Better Give Theo One Last Show Before I Leave To Fight God!**

Chapter 1012: 1012. Better Give Theo One Last Show Before I Leave To Fight God!**

Without a word, Diana and Iris moved with the grim coordination of two women disposing of refuse. They each seized one of Theo’s arms, dragging his limp body across the cold stone floor.

His heels scraped against the masonry with a dull, rhythmic thud as they hauled him toward the guest room, not to return him to his quarters, but to bring him to the very heart of his nightmare.

The door creaked open, revealing a room bathed in the warm, amber glow of candlelight and the intoxicating musk of sweat and arousal.

When consciousness finally clawed its way back into Theo’s mind, it came not as a gentle awakening but as a violent assault on his senses.

His head throbbed with the rhythm of a sledgehammer, but the pain was secondary to the shock that seized his entire body. He tried to bolt upright, but his limbs refused to obey.

His wrists were pulled painfully behind his back, bound with such brutal tightness that the cords bit deep into his flesh, cutting off circulation. His ankles were lashed together with merciless precision.

He was seated on the floor, propped against the foot of the massive bed, trapped like an animal in a cage.

"Finally awake," Iris murmured.

She was sitting on his left, her legs crossed with casual elegance, watching him with that same terrifyingly detached disappointment. Diana sat on his right, her arms folded, her expression impassive.

Then, Theo’s gaze traveled upward.

His heart stopped. His breath hitched in a throat that felt like it had been scraped with gravel.

On the bed, the moonlight and candlelight played across skin that glistened with sweat. Elaris was bent forward in a primal, desperate doggystyle position, her back arched like a bow, her fingers digging furrows into the silk sheets.

Behind her, towering over her with raw, muscular dominance, was Rex. He was naked, his powerful frame moving with a relentless, punishing rhythm that made the entire bedframe groan under the strain.

"Wh-what... what is happening right now...?" Theo’s voice came out as a broken, strangled whimper. His eyes widened until they burned. "There’s no way... my grandmother... she’s getting fucked by that bastard as well?!"

The sight was a visceral violation of everything he believed he knew. His grandmother, the once matriarch, the pillar of his world, was reduced to a convulsing mass of pleasure, her head thrown back as Elaris’s hips bucked wildly against Rex’s thrusts.

"Ah! Oh gods, Rex! Yes! Harder, please, harder!" Elaris’s scream shattered the silence of the room, a raw, uninhibited sound that was equal parts ecstasy and desperation.

The wet, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh filled the space between them, crack, slap, and squelch—a sound so intimate and obscene that Theo felt sick.

"Look closely, Theo," Iris said, her voice cutting through Elaris’s high-pitched moans like a blade. "Don’t look away."

"This is the truth you were so desperate to spy on."

"Stop it!" Theo shrieked, tears of rage and humiliation streaming down his face. "This is sick! Let me go!"

"You can’t, you can’t let him do this! This is—"

CRACK.

Diana’s fist connected with his jaw before he could finish the sentence. His head snapped to the side, the taste of copper flooding his mouth as blood bloomed across his split lip.

"Shut up," Diana commanded, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "You wanted to see... Now you watch."

"Enjoy your last show," Iris added with a cruel twist of her lips. "Because once Rex leaves this household for good, you’ll never see anything this real again."

"Consider this your education."

Iris delivered a sharp blow to Theo’s temple, cutting off his scream and leaving his vision swimming in red.

Through the haze of pain, he was forced to witness the spectacle. Elaris was spiraling toward climax, her screams becoming incoherent, animalistic cries that echoed off the walls.

"I’m... I’m going... Rex! OH GODS, REX! "

The bed creaked violently as Rex drove home one final, devastating thrust, his muscles tensing as he claimed his prize. The room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their joined climax, the air thick with the sounds of gasping breath, wet friction, and the shattering echoes of Elaris’s ecstasy.

Theo could only watch, bound and broken, as his entire world was torn apart by the very pleasure he had tried to steal.

The aftermath of the climax left the room heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Elaris collapsed forward against the pillows, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep crimson.

But Rex didn’t slow down. The adrenaline coursing through him seemed to have only ignited a fresh layer of cruelty beneath his dominance.

He rolled her over roughly, forcing her onto her back, and straddled her with the casual ease of a conqueror. His eyes, dark and hungry, shifted away from Elaris for a moment to lock onto Theo’s tear-streaked, bloodied face.

Rex let out a low, rumbling laugh, a sound that wasn’t warm or comforting but mocking and predatory.

"Look at him," Rex said, nodding toward the bound, broken young man on the floor. "Look at the little spy."

"Did you get what you wanted, Theo? Is the truth worth the humiliation?"

Theo could only gape at him, his jaw throbbing from Diana’s punch, his mind unable to process the sheer audacity of the man.

Rex turned his attention back to Elaris, but his grip on her hips became painful, his fingers digging bruises into her soft flesh.

"You know, Elaris," he purred, his voice dripping with venomous amusement as he began to thrust again, slower this time, deeper, making her gasp with each punishing stroke. "You really are a horrible grandmother."

"And an even worse wife."

Elaris let out a whimper, her eyes fluttering shut, but Rex wasn’t finished. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear while his hips continued their relentless assault.

Thwack, squelch, thwack.

The sound of their wet coupling filled the silence between his words.

"Cheating on your husband while he’s stuck working overtime in the dungeons like a loyal dog," Rex continued, each word punctuated by a deep, grinding thrust that made Elaris arch her back involuntarily. "And with who?"

"With someone who fucking ruined this whole family."

"Someone who tore your grandson’s life apart piece by piece."

"Rex, please..." Elaris sobbed, her fingers clawing at his shoulders, not in passion, but in desperate pleading. "Please, don’t mention Theo!"

"Don’t bring him into this!"

The plea only seemed to provoke him further. "Hahhhh?"

"Don’t mention him?" Rex laughed harshly, grabbing both of her wrists in one hand and pinning them above her head, exposing her throat and breasts completely to the candlelight.

He began to drive into her with renewed ferocity, each thrust more violent than the last. "Why not? He’s right here."

"He’s watching every second of what you’ve become."

"Ah! Nnngh! Rex, stop please ahhh!" Elaris’s protests dissolved into incoherent moans as the physical pleasure overwhelmed her resistance.

Her hips began to betray her, bucking upward instinctively to meet his relentless rhythm.

Rex leaned closer, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he watched her struggle between shame and ecstasy. "See? Look at you, Elaris."

"You’re begging me to stop with your mouth, but your body is screaming for more."

"While you’re swinging those hips like that, you’re not convincing anyone of anything!"

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The wet impact of their bodies rang out like gunshots in the small room. Elaris’s screams became higher, more desperate.

"Oh gods, Rex! Yes, no, ahhh! Please, ohhh!" a chaotic symphony of conflicting emotions.

Theo watched through a haze of tears and blood, his heart breaking. He saw the matriarch of his house reduced to a convulsing plaything, her dignity stripped away not just by Rex’s cock but by Rex’s words.

He saw Diana and Iris watching with cold, unblinking eyes, as if this twisted display of power was simply another part of the household’s necessary operations.

"Watch closely, Theo," Rex called out over the sounds of Elaris’s escalating cries. "This is what happens when you try to claim power you don’t deserve."

"This is what happens when you try to control what you can’t possibly understand."