My apologies for the short chapter this time, but this is the penultimate chapter! As per usual, a boatload of trigger warnings.
Elsa was struggling and screaming, knowing that whatever Anders was about to do was going to be awful no matter what she did. Anna stirred slightly from where she was, sensing that Elsa was in trouble but not herself.
Seeing Anders above her, she tried to get away, but her raw back dug into the dirt and made her scream out in pain once more. Anders took the opportunity to loop a rope around her feet and tie her legs to the same metal frame Elsa was tied to. She could hear Elsa screaming through the gag. She knew if Elsa was screaming and fighting again this wasn't going to be good.
Anders tightened the rope around the frame enough to pull her whole body taut, leaving her no room to struggle against him. Anders advanced on her but she hardly cared at this point. He ripped what was left of her dress open at the crotch. Holding the knife against her pale skin, he whispered, "Did my brother fuck you, too?" and then laughed. Anna's eyes filled up with tears, and she screamed as he slipped a finger inside of her, pumping in and out. He pulled a vial of cooking oil out of his pants and poured it on his hand. Then he thrust his whole fist inside of her, ripping her apart. He twisted his fist around inside her, thrusting deeper as he went. Blood was everywhere on her thighs, and her skin was completely shredded where the rope dug into her flesh from her struggling.
He yanked his fist out of her and began slicing at the rest of her dress, cutting into her and exposing her breasts. He sucked on them while he thrust his cock against her bloody opening. He backed away for a moment, undoing his own pants, and Anna realized the worst was still to come. Anders threw back his head and laughed - "I'll fuck you so much better than that fucking prince ever would have. Don't want you to miss out." He laughed again, and Anna realized this is how she would die - tied up, raped, and murdered. At this point, she was hoping he would throw her in the fire, too, so no one, especially Kristoff, would know it had happened.
Anders approached again, and all Anna could do was close her eyes and try to deal with the pain. She hoped Elsa's death would be quick and painless after this, but she knew it wouldn't. He thrust his enormous cock into her, going back and forth, back and forth, cutting Anna with the knife in random places when he would get close. He then dropped the knife and started to rub her clit. He was still thrusting as hard as he could, the dirt shredding her already flayed back as he went. He went faster and faster, thrusting and rubbing. Anna's heart sank when her body started to react to his rubbing. He was going to get her off, too, to make her seem to have enjoyed it, to have that power over her, too. She wished she could die already.
He finally thrust so hard into her that her opening couldn't take anymore and tore, more blood spilling down her legs. And right at that moment, her whole body began to convulse and she felt herself come, sobbing as she did. As soon as she came, Anders did, too. He kept thrusting, getting every last drop out.
Anna was a bloody mess - cuts, welts, gashes, and tears. Not to mention her abused psyche. Anders only calmly pulled his pants back and fixed himself, picked up the knife, and thrust it into her exposed vagina. Anna screamed louder than she ever had as he thrust it deeper inside of her, twisting the blade as he went.
Anders hesitated for a moment as if contemplating his next move. He finally seemed to make up his mind. Much to Anna's horror, he grabbed a half-burnt stick from the fire, walking back to her with the end of it still smoking. He kicked her over, shoving her face into the dirt, causing her to choke.
Ripping Anna's dress completely off, leaving her completely naked, he bent down across her backside. Next, he took the smoking end of the stick and thrust it into her anus, the smell of burning flesh rising in the house. And he once again kept thrusting in and out, putting almost the entire two-foot-long stick into her. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he went, making her whole body feel in pain. The harder he thrust, the harder he pulled, and Anna thought he might just snap her neck and sodomize her dead body without even realizing it.
After what felt like an eternity, he leaned over, grabbed the knife again, and whispered into Anna's ear, "I hope you enjoyed that." And he thrust the knife right into where he had just raped her again, ripping her wide open.
The conclusion chapter will be posted next - will Anna and Elsa make it out? Follow, favorite, and review!