My stupid body responds to the tease, growing wet with arousal. I blink back tears, refusing to look. Bryan makes an animalistic sound in his throat, then begins to rub faster.
“Very good, Patient 13! How about getting that little clit nice and swollen now? Use your fingers.”
Bryan hesitantly reaches up, letting go of his dick. It's still pressed against me. He circles my clit slowly with his finger, and my hips lurch upwards. I bite back a moan, hating that this shit is being forced on us. He presses more firmly, and my pussy floods with even more of my arousal.
“Yes, nice and plump now! Keep going, Patient 13, until Patient 11 comes on your hand.”
“What?” I screech. “I can’t come, moron! I was just fucking raped!”
Jester calmly walks towards Bryan, brandishing a blade from his right pocket. He crouches to the ground beside Bryan and holds it to his balls. “You will come, - or else he’ll lose his balls.”
This is so fucked up, I can’t even process it. I shut it off inside my mind, letting my body do what it wants to do. I had to learn how to function on autopilot after any torture or rape, which I fall back on now, to just get through it.
Bryan rubs faster, pressing harder. He pinches my clit, and my legs start to shake. The sick, mask-wearing fuck yips in delight. I try not to react, but the moan slips from between my lips. My hips roll upwards, grinding against his touch. Bryan whines, then leans down, using his mouth to suck my clit. I comeapart, my body quaking, bucking against his face. Shame burns my cheeks, but I still refuse to look.
“So very nice,” the man murmurs. “Yes, so nice... Now, take that hard dick, and put it inside her. Fuck her until you both come.”
I hold my breath for the inevitable. I can tell how hard Bryan is as his dick runs against my folds. He reaches down to spread me open, and I blush as I get even wetter. He easily slips inside. Once fully seated, he starts to move. He finds that spot inside me right away, and he keeps hitting it with his dick repeatedly. A wail rises in my throat. I know I’m about to squirt. I can feel the spot swelling up with fluid.
Bryan can obviously feel it too, as he moans loud and long. He picks up the pace, going even faster. The orgasm rushes up on me like a monsoon and I explode. As I squirt all over his dick, he comes too. Jets of hot jizz fill my pussy.
“Yay! Amazing work, both of you! Now you may rest.” The man nods his head and turns to let himself out.
Bryan abruptly withdraws from my body, hurling himself as far away from me as he can. He starts to cry, making quiet, simpering noises.
I sigh, used to this shit. He's not though, but I am just too empty to console him. Instead, I retreat back into my mind, letting the darkness wash over me.
Chapter 2
Ghost
Empty.I am so fucking empty. My Malishka is gone. We destroyed her. I doubt we’ll ever even see her again. I can’t believe I... God, I put my dick in Valley’s mouth!
“Sell it,” our fathers’ voices sound off in my mind. Well, I think we accomplished that.
My stomach roils, and I hunch at the waist, knowing another round of vomit is coming. I'm by myself, deep in the forest. I've been out here all night. It's cold, but I don’t care. I deserve the misery.
I puke up bile, any food in my stomach long-gone. I’m holding my knife in a death-grip. I've been cutting nonstop. My arms and legs are so slashed up, there’s no more room. I yank up my t-shirt, placing the tip of the blade to my stomach. With a grimace, I slash nice and deep. Blood runs down my torso in a river. Good. I hope I bleed the fuck out.
I lay down in the grass, curling up into a ball, on my side. A desperate sob escapes my chest, and I cry hysterically. I can’t deal with this. I'm fucking alone—as I should be. I'm a horrible person. To do what I did...
I have no idea where the other guys are. None of us are together, I know that much. We’re all in torment. Even the thought of finally getting out of here doesn’t help. Actually, I don’t want to leave. Not without knowing where my Malishka is.
Biting back more tears, I force myself to think about what’s coming. I know we’ll be summoned home soon, to take our seats as heirs back. Me, Purge, and Ghost as the Bratva heirs; Synn, Razor, and Trikk the Mafia heirs.
I need her to breathe. I need her back, whole and well. It's been almost two days already, and I can’t cope. I need her smile. She's my oxygen. What do I do without her? I can’t, I won’t, survive without her.
And I don’t want to.
Trikk
Bambi... God, I can’t breathe without her. I'm holed up in her room, clutching her pillow for dear life. Her scent of vanilla and flowers still permeates everything in here. I can’t stop crying like a damn baby. I love her so fucking much. Why did they make us do that to her?
I'm never going to get over this—over her. I reach up and pull at my hair, ripping some out by the root. I want to hurt, to punish myself. I'm not built for this shit.
Compared to my brothers, I haven’t had to deal with the torture-kind of shit. I was the Casanova for the pervy old biddies in our circle. I was trained to seduce, to charm, and to fuck like a pro. I've seen shit, yeah. But never had to DO any of it.
Until now.
