My heart sinks more with every step I take. Ada was told to prepare me, and I know exactly what that means. What the next few hours will entail.
As we approach my old room, I stumble and Gunther looks at me, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Like he can’t tell I’m literally falling apart inside.
I don’t bother to plea. I don’t bother to say a word. I know it won’t make any difference. I guess I’m learning now, I guess he’s finally breaking me down.
As I walk in, I can see there’s a bunch of toys on the side. Lube too. Everything a person could possibly need for a night ofdebauchery. My stomach twists and I don’t want to contemplate in this moment who it might be using them.
Gunther tells me to wait so I stand with my back to the door and I stare off at the wall ahead of me, wishing my mind would break, wishing I could be as crazy as he is. Would that make everything better? Would that mean I’d at least enjoy the carnage?
When I hear footsteps again, a wave of bile rises so suddenly it’s all I can do not to throw up.
“Wife.” Gunther calls.
I don’t look. I don’t even bother to turn. Whoever the fuck it is will be more than happy to strip me here, where I stand.
I know it pisses him off but whoever is here clearly doesn’t react enough for my husband to care, so he steps back, leaving us alone and I hear the door click shut.
Silence. Awful, excruciating silence follows.
Is this man doing it to torture me further? Does he delight in my misery?
He takes a step and it’s so quiet, I nearly miss it.
As he gets closer, I shut my eyes tight. I don’t want to see his face. Perhaps, if he remains faceless, then this will be more bearable a memory to have.
His fingers brush my hair back. I can feel the texture of his skin, the roughness as he traces the silent tear that’s somehow escaped.
“You’re so pretty when you cry.” He says.
Fear. Utter fear explodes in my chest. I stumble back, my eyes open wide as I see him. As I seethatman, that guard.
“No,” I gasp. “No.”
He grins back at me, his entire body dwarfing mine, engulfing mine from just his size alone. “I saved your husband’s life today, malkta.” He states. “Guess what he granted me in return?”
I shake my head. My eyes dart to the door and before I can stop myself, I’m running, sprinting, trying to get the damned thing open. Only, it’s locked. It won’t budge an inch.
My husband locked me in with a monster.
“No.” I scream, slamming my fists into the wood. “No.”
“I get to fuck you.” Devin states, as he stalks towards me. “I get to play with you, hurt you, do whatever the fuck I want.”
I scream. I pound my fists harder.
He grabs me by my hair, dragging me back. I land a punch, a good punch, getting his jaw enough to make him register it but it doesn’t make him stop.
He hauls me over to the bed, dumps me on it and then he’s stripping me, stripping what little I have covering my body.
“No.” I scream, slapping, kicking, fighting harder, fighting for my very life.
He pins me down, using his knees to hold my arms in place as he straddles me.
“Is all this fighting for me? You’re normally so docile, so boring.” He says, cupping my cheek. “You’re making my cock hard just watching you.”
“Fuck you.” I spit.
He grins more, lowering his mouth to my ear. His hot breath sends a shiver through me as he speaks.
