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DORIN

Her eyes are swimming and unfocused, her limbs loose and heavy, as I help her up to sit.

Having to support her to keep her upright, I scoot onto the mattress and nestle her into my side as I unbuckle the gag.

Her small, pliant body feels surprisingly good against mine, so instead of placing her against the wall, I keep her at my side as I lift the bowl of kasha to feed her.

All thoughts seem to have vanished from her mind, leaving her in a floaty, almost drugged state.

I’m not sure she even realizes what’s going on as she opens her mouth to accept the food.

It seems to be a reflexive response.

One that I enjoy more than I would have thought.

I have always found willing obedience overrated and never did understand Mikhail’s and Dax’s fascination with Nikolai’s submissive girl—and now, Dax’s little project.

But something about this girl makes me appreciate things I’ve never cared for before.

It’s as unsettling as it is fascinating.

Little by little, she regains awareness.

Her head moves more as she accepts each scoop and chews, and she stirs to get more comfortable against my side.

But even after she has eaten the last spoonful of kasha, she remains quiet and still.

I let her sit there for a few minutes, curious to see what she’ll do.

When she shows no signs of change, I lower her to the mattress and cover her with the blankets, then get up to leave to give her some time to rest.

When I open the door, there’s a small mewl, maybe half a word, that makes me turn.

Her eyes are now focused on me, though just barely, and her lips move as she struggles to put voice to her words.

“Stay.”

I’m barely sure I heard right.

Her voice is so weak that the word is almost intelligible, and the idea of a girl wanting me to stay is laughable, but the pleading look in her eyes tells me she does indeed mean it.

Pausing, I consider if I want to stay and am surprised to find that I do.

So I return to sit on the mattress beside her.

No touching, just sitting there.

My presence seems to calm her.

She closes her eyes, and her breaths deepen as relief seems to wash through her.

I lean against the wall and carefully press my palm to her forehead.

I half expect her to pull away like a scared cat, but she only hums.

It’s a soft, low sound, barely there, but as I start stroking her skin, she repeats, and peace seems to settle over her.

I’m not sure how long I stay there, just sitting at her side, stroking her hair.

When I catch myself nodding off for the second time, I decide it’s time to leave.

She’s fast asleep, breathing calmly.

She only stirs a little as I remove the dildo, but falls back to sleep immediately again.

I’m about to turn her to remove the straitjacket but change my mind as I watch the peaceful expression on her face.

Such a different look than the one I found her with in the tub.

I don’t want to ruin that, so I decide to come back later.

Besides, I like having her helpless here, waiting for me.

As I leave her cell and walk away, I grit my teeth at the sound of a voice these halls have been blissfully void of for the better part of several months.

“What the hell is going on here?” Mikhail calls out, making me stop and turn.

He’s been gone on business, as he often is, and as always, I’m not exactly happy to have him back.

I prefer to be my own boss and not have some annoying prick in a fancy suit breathing down my neck about money and profits and not damaging the merchandise.

“You’re supposed to keep an eye on things when I’m gone,” he continues, stopping in front of me—closer than anyone else dares to.

“Now I have four barely sellable girls. One girl because Dax can’t do his job and hands it over to you, and three others because the new guy, Jan, is out of control. And everyone keeps whispering about the girl in cell one. Explain.”

“I told you that fucker was up to no good when you hired him,” I shoot back, having had a bad feeling about Jan from the start.

Mikhail surely knew even before I told him but chose to ignore his instincts, badly needing more trainers.

“I need you to put him in line. But no killing him. I need him back in shape in two weeks.”

“Sure,” I say in a non-committed tone and begin to walk away.

Grabbing my arm to make me turn, Mikhail gets himself goddamn close to getting my fist in his face.

“I’m serious, Dorin. I’m getting a new shipment, and I won’t have the manpower to train them if we’re a man down.”

“Two weeks, and you make sure no one touches her .” I stab my finger through the air toward the cell I just left.

“She’s all yours as long as you keep your end of the deal.”

Without another word, I walk away to go find Jan.

He’s in the middle of beating up a girl in one of the whipping rooms.

I can tell from her shallow breaths and hunched-forward posture that he has already broken one of her ribs.

He’s about to break another as he lifts his fist, aiming for her chest.

Goddamn idiot.

I told him not to hit their ribs, and now he’s taking it one step further, breaking them.

Shaking my head, I cross the room and punch his face with enough force to send him to the ground.

Then I cut the ropes on the girl’s wrists and carry her into the hallway, where I dump her on the ground.

Someone else will take her away when they find her.

Stepping back into the room, I expect an attack as the guy tries to retaliate, but he just lies there.

Leaning down over him, I press my fingers to his pulse point and find a steady beat.

Good, he’s just out for a minute.

I was looking forward to this, so it would be a great disappointment if I had accidentally killed him.

I always do enjoy the aftermath of beating up one of the trainers, seeing the way the others cower when I pass them in the halls.

The few strikes with my baton weren’t enough to have that effect on Jan, but I’ll make sure to remedy that today.

Taking a seat on the chair in the corner, I wait.

It takes longer than expected for him to wake up, but I don’t mind.

The humming anticipation in my body is almost as good as the beating itself.

My cock is already twitching in my pants.

Popping the top button on my jeans, I decide to give it some attention to pass the time.

I wrap my hand around it and stroke gently as I imagine my fist connecting with flesh again and again.

My eyes fall shut as I imagine beating the guy to the ground and towering over him as he lies there whimpering.

At some point, my train of thought shifts.

New images mix with the violent ones of blood spilling and bones snapping.

My little songbird appears before my inner eye.

Trapped in the straitjacket and at my mercy.

Eyes lost and vulnerable as she whimpers around the gag.

Moans forming in her throat as she fails to resist the pleasure I force upon her.

I groan as my dick swells and my balls draw up.

I pick up speed, stroking harder, slowing down again as I’m about to come.

I want to save my orgasm for when Jan wakes up.

So I keep going like that for a while, pumping my cock until I’m close to the edge, then slowing down to languid strokes.

I’m close to the peak when something moves before me.

I open my eyes to see the small, pudgy man come barging at me, fist raised in the air and eyes full of fury.

I lean to the side just in time to avoid his fist breaking my nose.

Slamming my hand onto his throat, I throw him forward.

He falls to the ground and slides two feet across the floor, groaning from the rough landing.

He’s not giving up, though.

I have only just buttoned my pants and pushed to my feet when he charges again.

I shake my head at his predictability.

His fist is already in the air and aimed.

There’s no element of surprise.

What an amateur.

Just as he thinks he’s going to get me, I lift my own fist and shove it into his gut.

I barely need to put in any force since he has done all the work for me, coming running full speed and slamming himself onto it.

He doubles over but throws a punch anyway.

It’s uncoordinated and sloppy.

I don’t even need to sidestep.

I kick his legs out from under him and wait for him to crawl to his knees before I deliver the next kick.

It takes six more punches and kicks before he stays down.

Then I deliver a few more, making sure not to break any important bones.

I only break his nose to get back at him for him trying to break mine.

Once I deem him on the verge of consciousness, I sink onto my knees behind him, pull him up on all fours, and hold him there as I take out my knife.

Slipping the blade under the hem of his pants, I cut them open to reveal his ass crack.

It’s hairy and ugly as fuck, but I don’t care.

Parting the cheeks, I spit on his tight opening, and that’s when it seems to dawn on him what I’m about to do.

The realization sends a new burst of adrenaline through him, and he struggles like a squealing pig as I press my hard cock against his opening.

But he can’t escape my vise-like grip on his hips, and no ass is too tight.

Eventually, I always get in.

It takes a few minutes of more spitting, prodding with my fingers, and hauling him back into position when I release him to use my hands.

Finally, I have the tip inside and am advancing.

His walls clench me tight as though he’s milking me and not trying to push me out, and I shove his head to the ground to let the hard stone swallow his pathetic screams as I start moving in and out.

Fucking heaven, a tight virgin ass like this.

I close my eyes, and there she is again.

My sweet songbird.

I wish it was her ass and not some pathetic idiot as I pick up pace and my balls start to draw up.

The orgasm is disappointing, to say the least.

I try to imagine her soft skin, but all I feel is the coarse hairs on this prick’s rough skin.

He squeals and screams as I shoot my load inside him.

It’s annoying as hell, and I deliver a few more kicks to his side to punish him for it before I leave to go wash the blood off my dick.