Chapter 8
I Will Create My Own Salvation
Watchingtwopracticalstrangersbringing in the trash that I left in the closet sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
Theblindtrash. Endless possibilities.
“Tie them up in their chairs,” I delegate.
Viktor wrangles Bryton easily into the chair, but Stephan puts up a fight.
I crawl slowly across the solid table until I am near him. “Get in the fucking chair,Father.Your daughter is misbehaving. You wouldn’t want to miss it, would you? That’s what gets you hard, isn’t it?” Niko has him in the chair now; he’s using zip ties to attach him. I raise an eyebrow at the zip ties, but disregard it. Niko and Viktor clearly already had plans for this evening. Similar plans to mine, it seems.
I reach a hand down to Stephan’s dick, squeezing it. “Not even hard. Is it because you can’t see? Should I pop your eyes back in?” I cackle. My mind is slowly separating from the rational.
Psychosis. Psychotic. Unhinged.
Free.
“Get up here.” I look to Niko and Viktor before crawling back onto the table, away from the garbage.
Niko seems unsure, but Viktor wastes no time.
Bryton’s screeching has transformed to softer groans, and Stephan is working his way through every threat he can. I ignore them both, my focus fully on the large man who is carefully lifting himself onto the table.
I give him the come-hither gesture as I lay on my back. I have decided what I want.
Consensual sex.
An orgasm.
To feel good.
“I want you two to hear what getting consent is, and what sex should sound like,” I tell the captives as I stare at the ceiling. “Viktor, Niko. I want you two to fuck me. Make me feel good. Do you consent?”
“Yes,” Viktor’s growl is in my ear as he moves to cover me on the table. He places his forearms on each side of my head and leans back, meeting my eyes. His are swirling with emotions. “It would be my pleasure.”
My heart is pounding in my ears, but it’s not anxiety. I turn my attention to Niko. He hasn’t moved from his position behind Stephan. Niko’s chaotic eyes are a whirlwind, swirling through an array of emotions.
“Niko?” I breathe his name out and watch as he stiffens.
“Solnishko, how can I say no to you?”
I frown at the nickname. “How am I a little sun?”
Viktor shifts above me, pressing his head into my neck, whispering the words against my skin there. “No matter what, hurricane, storm, darkness, the sun will always return, won’t it?”
He rolls his hips, his hardened cock pressing into me. His scent suffused the air. It is what I imagine pure light to smell like. Warm, unfiltered,comforting.
“Tease,” I hiss out. I have forgotten the prisoners entirely. In this moment, my rage is second only to my need.
I need a release that I control. I need to feel good.
One last time.
“Are you sure?” Niko’s voice is much closer now. He walks up until he is standing where my head is. His scent is the next to wrap around me, dark and delicious.Intoxicating.
Instead of words, I reach out, pulling him closer.
