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I’m being prepared like a piece of meat. All cleaned up and made pretty for another round.

God knows what I actually look like down there. God knows what damage Vincent did when he fisted me.

I used to like that.

I don’t even know where that thought came from. Is that true? Or is that another thing I’ve convinced myself of to get through this horrific situation?

My breath turns rattly. My heart seems to hammer harder and harder.

I don’t know who I am. Who I was.

I’m so fucking lost.

I’m so fucking scared.

And I have no idea how the hell I’m going to get away, how I’m going to survive.

Where is Alex? Where is Vincent? Are they away? Have they flown off to some fancy business meeting, or are they even now planning their next awful move?

If I can get out now, if I can just run and hide and…

There’s a gun.

I don’t know where that memory comes from, but I know there is one. I’m certain of it. It’s hidden beneath this very bed. If I can get to it, if I can use it, then I can force them to let me go.

“I have to pee.” I say keeping my voice as steady as I can.

The girls exchange a look and the one who shaved me shakes her head.

“You want me to piss myself?” I snap. “You think Alex will be happy to come back and find the bed soaked in urine? He’ll make you both strip it if he does. You want to do that? To handle my piss-stained sheets?”

I know I’m rambling, but I don’t care. I’m using every bit of leverage I have to convince them to untie me.

They both sigh, like I’m a damned inconvenience. And then the one without the razor mutters something under her breath. She’s clearly pissed about this entire situation. Maybe she should try being strung up to the bed and fucked within an inch of her life – see how she likes that.

Her fingers fumble on the rope. As soon as it loosens, I pull my leg free. My joints protest, and a sharp pain tells me they’ve not liked being held in that position for so long.

But I don’t have time to dwell on injuries.

I get to my feet, my legs are so shaky I’m not sure I can even walk straight.

“Be quick about it.” Razor girl says, pointing the blade at me as if that would be any form of deterrent.

I stumble to the bathroom. In truth, I really do need to piss.

I need to piss so badly that now that I’m up, I can’t even think straight.

I plonk myself down on the toilet. The stream of urine makes such a noise as it hits the pan, and I can’t help but let out a gasp of relief.

My bladder cramps and protests with how full it is, and I rub my belly to try to ease the tension.

When I’m done, I take a few minutes to just think.

It’s two against one. I need to take out razor girl first, then sort out her buddy. But what if her buddy runs for help? What if she calls for help?

I almost laugh at that – I’ve been screaming for what must be hours and nobody has given a shit, have they? Either we’re in some part of the house where we can’t be heard, or no one cares enough to react.

But would they react to her calls? Would they be listening out in case I was causing trouble?

My mind starts to spin. I know I’m overthinking this but if I fuck this up then… no. I need to not think about that. I need to calm down and be rational.

“Are you done?”

I jump at the sharp voice coming through from the other room. I guess it’s now or never.

As I walk back in they’re both standing like they know exactly what I have planned. Razor Girl holds her arm out, silently threatening me while the other girl is standing blocking my path to the door.

Will she run out and call for help if I do something? Will Razor Girl actually cut me if I attack her?

We all stand, frozen, in some sort of Mexican standoff.

And the door opens.

My head turns with all the speed of a cornered animal, knowing that they’re about to be ripped to pieces.

Alex scans the room, his eyes darkening with anger. “What the fuck is this?” He snarls.

“She needed to pee.” The girl beside him says, but clearly she instantly regrets speaking and ducks her head as if that will make her invisible.

He crosses the room, grabbing hold of my arm as I try to dart away, and he hauls me back to the bed.

“Out.” He barks over his shoulder.

They scramble for the exit, barely able to contain their relief at leaving, while the door slams shut behind them.

But I’m not giving in that easily. I’m not going down without a fight.

I lash out, I slam my fists into Alex, laying as many punches as I can. It’s like it does nothing. It’s like he can’t feel it.

He brings his own fist up and with deadly precision he lands a hit right to my jaw and I slump back, completely and utterly incapacitated.

My head spins. My eyes go hazy. I try as best as I can to anchor to something, anything as I’m shoved back onto the mattress.

With all the brutality he can muster he forces two fingers into me, and I scream at the awful intrusion.

This isn’t about pleasure. This isn’t even about his enjoyment. This is about dominance. His absolute control over me.

He starts pumping away, snarling as he’s doing it.

“Yeah, you like that?” He hisses in my ear. “You wanna act like a whore with all my family, then I’ll use you as one.”

“Like you hadn’t already.” I bite back. Like I don’t remember what he and his disgusting father have done to me. Like I don’t remember what he let his shareholders do to me months ago either…

He pauses, his mouth twisting into that awful smile I used to like once upon a time.

“Seems like you do remember after all.” He says as if my words are some sort of admission of my guilt.

“Al…”

“Shut your mouth.” Alex says cutting me off. “Unless you’re using it to suck my cock, I don’t want to see it open.”

I should play safe. I know I should. I should be obedient.

But that won’t get me out of here.

“Please…”

He slaps me hard enough that my lip splits. “I said shut the fuck up.” He growls.

Metal fills my mouth as the coppery taste of blood hits my tongue. He’s still got his hand down there, still penetrating me like I’m some sort of doll, some sort of marionette he can manhandle and not a person at all.

“Getting the show started without me, I see?”

My body locks up, my eyes widen in fear the instant I hear his voice.

He strides into the room, making a point of walking around the bed to see exactly what is going on.

I gulp, trying to steady that frantic beating of my heart.

Vincent clambers onto the bed, grabbing me by my head as he pulls my torso up, holding me against him while Alex sits back on haunches and grins more.

“Well?” His father says, as he begins to lazily manhandle my breasts.

Alex flares his nostrils, giving a few lacklustre thrusts before he stops again. “My arm’s aching.” He states. “How about a better idea?”

My eyes dart between them. They’re like two conspirators, revelling in the destruction they’re about to cause. Only, that destruction is my body. Me.

“You take her arse. I’ll take her cunt.” He states. “Maybe with the pair of us in her together, she’ll have enough cock to actually perform.”

I gulp, clenching my fists, already bracing for the horror of this. The pain too.

But it could be worse.

Christ, what have I gone through to even think that?

Vincent is quick to get behind me, to lift my body up and position me so that I’m in his lap with his cock pressing into my back.

He spreads my arse cheeks wide enough with his bony hands that he can thumb my arsehole, and I hiss at the intrusion.

“When was the last time she shat?” He asks. “I don’t want her smearing her shit all over me.”

“If she does then she can lick it off like last time.” Alex replies, glaring at me as if daring me to say something.

A vision hits me. A memory of being held down, pinned over the billiard table in this damned house as Vincent fucks me. As the fabric burns my cheek, my breasts, as the edge of the wood digs into my hips with punishing blows.

And then being slapped, being insulted and then being forced to do just that, forced to “clean him up” because apparently it was my fault he didn’t prep me properly.

“You piece of shit.” I snarl, clenching my fists, tasting that foulness as if it was there, back on my tongue.

Vincent laughs into my ear as if he can see that flashback too, as if we’ve both just time travelled back to that moment.

And then he pushes himself into me, forcing my body to accept him while he lets out a satisfying groan.

It hurts, it hurts so much as he forces his way into me, as he stretches me, as he practically rips me open.

I don’t doubt he’s made me bleed. I don’t doubt he’s done some serious damage.

That they both have. No way could I have endured what I have, could my body take as much abuse as it has without serious consequences.

I can feel the way I’m violently shaking, the way the shock and adrenaline is starting to override everything.

“I do love her arse.” He says over my shoulder with his arms wrapped around my torso to pin me against his body, “It’s almost as good as her greedy cunt.”

Alex smirks. “See what you think once she’s full of us both.” He states before moving to get between my spread legs.

“Don’t,” I gasp. “Please don’t…” I can’t take any more. I know I can’t.

He tuts, slapping me hard enough on my pussy to make me cry out. “When I say I want you to beg for it, wife, it’s meant to be because you’re desperate for it.”

“She is.” Vincent says, “Little whore just likes to play hard to get, that’s all. Her mother was the same. She used to cry and plead, but she always took my cock all the same.”

No. No.

I try to block those words, try to drown them out, but the echoing sound of Vincent’s groans don’t help at all.

Alex spreads my labia wider, staring at where I’m on full display. “So pink and flushed.” He grins. “I wonder how bruised you’ll be by the time we’ve finished with you today.”

“Please…”

Vincent reaches up, clamping his hand over my mouth before Alex lines his cock up and then forces his way into me.

It’s too much. Too full.

He doesn’t give me a moment to adjust before he slides out and then pushes his way back in, demanding space I don’t have.

I moan, I wail under the hand that all but suffocates me.

“Fuck.” Alex growls out in obvious pleasure. “Fuck. Why didn’t we try this before?”

Vincent sniggers, adjusting me a little so that more of him slides inside me.

I scream out as the pair of them start gyrating, start thrusting in unison.

“Fuck,” Vincent gasps. “It’s even better than last time.”

“Stop it.” I sob. “Please, just stop it.” My muffled words barely make any sense beneath my husband’s grip.

“For fucksake.” Alex growls, narrowing his eyes at me. “I should have given her another hit of the GHB, then she would have been all over this.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” Vincent says. “It’s more fun forcing her to be obedient than always ensuring it through drugs.”

Alex grunts, dropping his gaze to watch as my breasts bounce with all the movement.

“Perhaps you’re right.” He replies. “And this is meant to be a lesson. A way to make her realise what a whore she actually is.”

“What are you thinking, son?” Vincent asks.

My husband grins, that awful grin he seems to get when he’s about to do something horrific. Jesus Christ, this situation is rapidly deteriorating into something so far beyond what I’ve normally endured.

My insides feel like they’re twisting, my body is screaming from the pain and the abuse.

I’m hanging on by a mere thread, but I know my husband is going to sever that. Whatever the words are that come out of his mouth now, I know they’re going to pitch me over the edge.

“Touch yourself.” He says.

“Wwwhat?” I stammer.

“You heard. Touch yourself, make yourself come like the cheap little slut that you are.”

My eyes dart between them. I can’t see Vincent’s reaction from how he’s holding me, but I can feel the way his body slows, the way he pauses to contemplate this scenario.

“Yeah,” He says, “Make yourself come all over our cocks.”

No. No fucking way.

They’re not getting that from me. Not willingly anyway.

Alex snarls, clearly seeing that defiance in my eyes as he reaches down, pinching my clit so hard that I scream.

“I said,” Alex snarls, “Make yourself come, bitch.”

I’m too tired. Too exhausted. I don’t have the energy to fight this anymore.

So I do it, I give in. I give them what they want.

And some part of me, some part of my soul feels like it fractures, it crumbles, it shatters into a million pieces as I play the part they demand of me.

My fingers reach down, moving to where only moments ago Alex’s were. Slowly, I begin to circle my clit.

“Keep going.” Alex demands, with the threat of what will happen if I don’t, hanging between us.

I feel so sore and bruised that I doubt I’ll even stand a chance of orgasming, but with them both inside me, I can hardly fake it can I?

My body continues to rock as they slam into me, but I focus on me, on what my hands are doing.

I just need to do this. Just need to get through this.

Maybe this will be enough. I’ll have done my punishment. I will have appeased them enough and then maybe, they’ll let me go.

I can feel something building. Under my disgust, under my shame, I can feel my body reacting. I want to shut my eyes, to pretend that I’m somewhere else, that I’m at some party, that this is all fun and I’m enjoying this, but the shame, and the humiliation is too much to do it.

“Told you,” Alex sneers. “She can’t get enough of it. The more cock the better, isn’t that right, dear wife?”

I whimper back as he slams brutally into me and another part of my insides seems to tear further.

Come on, Scarlett, just do this. Just give them what they want and then they’ll leave you alone.

My fingers move quicker. I become more panicked, more desperate.

I can feel my blood starting to pound in my ears, I can feel my heart racing from the amount of adrenaline pumping through my veins. Just come already. Just do this and then it’ll be over.

Tears slip down my cheeks.

This is so much worse, so much more degrading that simply having them use me.

I don’t want to moan but a wail leaves my lips, and that’s what they take it for.

“That’s right, scream out, cry our names, slut.” Vincent says into my ear before he bites down on my neck.

My last grip on reality snaps. My last grip on sanity severs and I let my body explode, let that wave roll over me while they groan, and they grunt, and they steal every last piece of my soul with it.