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Adrik

I handed Viktor his glass before I filled mine up. By the fifth day of her captivity, I cracked and sent her some protein drinks along with a few bottles of water. It left me fuming that the little hacker had me dancing to her fucking moral tune. I drained my glass and topped it up again, ignoring the burn at the back of my throat.

“How was she?”

“A complete mess. She thought I was someone else and started screaming the place down,”

he said, taking a sip from his glass. “The rabbit is weakening.”

“Rabbit,”

I said, repeating his words as a sick thought flashed through my mind. A sick version of a Playboy Bunny. “When is the doctor due?”

“Friday,”

he said with a slight smile. “What did you have in mind?”

“Something that will break her,”

I said with a smile before sipping my drink.

I had two days to bring her back to life, and then I would decimate her again. No was not a word that I would accept. Her skills would open many doors for me. I could gather dirt on anyone I wanted. She had cracked international government systems, but most of all, she could be vital in helping me snare the traitor in our midst.

***

Viktor carried her into the house and took her upstairs. The maid ran a bath while Viktor sat her on top of the toilet. Ania looked around in confusion while Viktor held her upright by her shoulders. The maid knew better than to look around. She did her job and immediately left.

“Take her hoody and jeans off,”

I said to Viktor, unwilling to touch the soiled clothing.

The cut on her nose had begun to heal, and a scab covered it. The injury didn't look as severe, as the swelling had gone down. The purple bruise on her cheek had faded slightly. Her boots and clothes were discarded. She sat on the toilet, shivering.

“I've got it from here,”

I said as he stood up from removing her jeans. “Take the boots and clothes with you.”

By the time I turned the shower on, he was gone, as were her nasty clothes and boots. I held my breath and pulled her T-shirt up, but she wore a vest beneath it, so I gathered both before yanking them off her.

“Stand up,”

I said, but when she didn't respond, I repeated the words only louder. She stood up, but her hand clawed the wall for support.

I slid her black cotton underpants down her thighs until they lay on the white tiles. She frowned at me, but her eyes looked dazed and confused. I held her elbow and guided her into the shower.

“Wash your hair,”

I said loud enough for her to jump into action.

The shower had no base but a simple floor-to-ceiling pane of glass to prevent water from splashing out. She had her back to me as she washed her hair. The shampoo suds covered her head as she scrubbed her scalp. I began to relax as she removed the offensive stink and grease from her hair.

My eyes trailed down to her ass before moving up her back again. She was around 5ft 3 or 4 with a slim build. Starving her might have made her lose some weight, but she would regain it. When she began to scrub her body with her hands, I reached over to turn the shower off, pulling her out and guiding her to the bathtub.

I held her arm as she climbed into the warm water. Her arms covered her breasts, but I caught a glimpse of her pussy. She had a small patch of brown hair that needed to come off. She sat down in the water with a groan before she lay back, her face relaxing as the heat engulfed her.

I removed my suit jacket, hanging it on the discreet hook close to the bath before rolling my shirt sleeves up. The white rose body wash bottle sat on the bath's edge beside the washcloth. I opened the bottle and sniffed it, deciding it was better to smell like a floral garden than the manure used on the ground.

After soaking the washcloth, I poured a generous amount of the body wash on it before rubbing it together until there was a lather. I lifted her arm and began to wash her. As I began to wash her skin, she cleared her throat.

“Harder,”

she whispered. “Get it off me.”

When I glanced at her face, she wasn't looking at me. She had a distant look in her eyes—no, she was disconnected.

“Harder.”

I began to scrub her skin with hard and brisk movements until her skin turned pink, but there was only relief on her face—no pain. I rubbed her skin raw, her shoulders, breasts, belly, back and legs, feeling relieved myself that the stench was off her.

Now—now, it was time to play with her.

I pushed her wet hair back before pouring the body wash on my hands. Her nipples were dusky pink, a colour that darkened once I scrubbed them hard. The perky breasts were not quite a handful, but there was plenty to feast on—and torture.

“Poor little rabbit,”

I said before cupping her breasts. “Trapped by the wolf.”

I watched her eyes when I pinched her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, smiling when her rich brown eyes widened. The hiss of pain when I tightened my grip made my dick stir.

“With nowhere left to run,”

I said, trailing my hand down to her pussy.

She clamped her thighs together and grabbed my arm, looking at my various tattoos before she reached my eyes.

“Bad rabbit. This wolf wants to touch his rabbit’s cunt,”

I said, forcing my hand between her legs until I reached her pussy. “This dirty little cunt needs washing.”

Her thighs slowly relaxed, and I began to rub her cunt, moving my fingers back and forth, digging into her soft flesh. I reached beneath her to feel the rough skin of her asshole, spreading her cheeks open with my insistent fingers. I cleaned her asshole as hard as I did her pussy.

“There we go. Both of these holes need a good clean,”

I said when she closed her eyes so tightly that her face scrunched up.

I returned to her pussy, and this time, when I dug my fingers in, I felt her slippery arousal between her lips. With a smirk, I pulled my hand away, standing up to dry my hands with a towel.

“Stand up,”

I said, putting the hand towel down to reach for the bath towel.

I studied her body, and it wasn't as gaunt as I thought it would be. She would make an adequate fuck toy. I dried her body and hair before running a comb in her hair to get the tangles out. It wasn't a task I was used to, but my insistent tugs made quick work of it. I gripped her elbow, and she stepped out of the bathtub.

“Get on your hands and knees and crawl, little rabbit,”

I said, walking to the bathroom doorway and turning to watch her.

Her chest was moving rapidly as she breathed with her eyes frozen on me as her discombobulated brain tried to process my request.

“NOW!”

I bellowed, my voice vibrating around the bathroom.

The scared little rabbit dropped to her knees.