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Maeve

19 Years Old

The girl kept crying, no matter how many times I told her that he would punish her. She was younger than me and in the same situation. Only she said that she was kidnapped and not sold by her parents. I didn't believe her because her parents knew Gavin.

She lay on her mattress all day while I paced or worked out. The devil had come close to killing me a few times, but I was determined to free myself one day. It was the only thing that kept me breathing. He would win if I gave up. The pain he inflicted marked most of my body except my face. The knives, razors, whips, burns and electric shocks didn't stop me.

The key sounded in the lock, and I jumped to the floor, wincing when the girl didn't move. When I heard another man’s voice, my head snapped up before I saw his eyes. I bowed down, looking at my fingers.

“No names,”

Master said.

I swallowed because I knew that rule well. I never shared my name with the girl, and she never shared hers. I learned this rule the hard way. He laid branches of thorns and nettles on the floor and fucked me while my back was on them. I never uttered my name again. The smears of my blood on the grey floor lasted for months.

“You told me,”

the other man said.

I winced when the other girl screamed before the inevitable slap came.

“Come here, doll. Get her wet for our guest,”

Master said.

I crawled toward the girl who lay crying on the floor. I took a deep breath and opened her legs. When she tried to kick me away, Master held her neck. She clawed at his hand, and her dark brown hair flew in the air as she struggled. The struggle didn't last when her face turned red.

I got to work, ignoring the laughter from the men. This was nothing new to me.

Maeve

21 Years Old

There were milestones in people's lives. Mine were marred every step of the way. Every year, Master’s cruelty grew in how he ‘celebrated’ my birthday. Each passing year eroded another piece of me, but this year was special since I turned twenty-one. Master’s eery words stuck in my head.

You're still not broken, little doll, but you will be. Your birthday is in a few days, and I have planned a special present for you.

I didn’t know what he planned to do to us, but it couldn’t be good. The girl in our cell had deteriorated and was more feral than anything else. It made me wonder if Master wanted me to break like she had.

The sound of the key in the lock made us move to our knees. I closed my eyes and hoped he was alone today. Master walked toward us and stood in front of us. I kept my eyes on his shoes. He wore black trousers with matching shoes. Whoever he was, he was extremely wealthy. I only ever heard one man call him by his name. Jacob.

The food was of better quality than what I had at home. He left us enough to last the day, collecting the debris in the evening. Sometimes, he used us, and other times, he didn’t, but he never missed an opportunity to insult or humiliate us. There were times he left cheap packets of food, and we didn’t see him for a few weeks. In those days, I thought we would starve to death.

When he unbuckled his belt, I opened my mouth. I didn’t look at the girl beside me to see if she did or not because I didn’t want to know if he would beat her tonight.

“Both of you are well-behaved, but only one whore will win a prize tonight,”

Master said as he pulled his cock out.

I jerked forward to take him in my mouth, only to feel the girl shove me away. Master laughed before he grabbed our hair.

“Both of you together,”

he said, pushing his cock against our mouths.

I saw her lick his shaft and leaned in to suck his balls, knowing what he liked. His hiss, before he groaned, made me suck harder before I started to lick him. The fingers in my hair didn’t loosen, but I was used to pain. It was an old friend. I sucked on his other ball before joining the girl in licking his hardening shaft.

“Yes, together, my little whores. Earn your right to live under my roof,”

he said, moving us up and down his length.

I made the mistake of looking at the girl, and I only saw hatred burning in her eyes, but I stopped taking it personally a long time ago. When Master was fully hard, he pushed himself into our mouths one at a time before he pushed the girl onto the floor. He held my head and started to deep-throat me. His fingers bit into my scalp as he used his grip on my hair to move me. I kept my throat relaxed while he used me, blinking the tears away.

“It’s doll’s birthday today,”

he said before he pushed me away and began to remove his shirt.

“Lie on the mattress, doll. Let misery guts get you nice and wet.”

I followed his instructions and lay on the girl's mattress as she crawled toward me. His words were ringing in my mind until I stared at him. He was going to kill one of us tonight. As the girl began to lick my pussy, I watched him place his clothes on the bed. That was when I saw the glint of a knife. He saw me watching him and smiled.

“Lick her asshole and stick your tongue in it,”

he said, moving toward us in nothing but a pair of black socks.

I felt the girl’s tongue slide down to my ass with her fingers digging into my thighs. She thought that digging her nails into me would hurt me, but it was the opposite. After years of the repeated cycle of pain, it no longer bothered me. They both hated me for that.

I enjoyed Master humiliating her, and I enjoyed the pain to assuage my twisted thoughts, but tonight, all I could think of was the knife that was only a metre away from me. He put his foot on her back and pushed her against me.

“Get your tongue all over. I need her wet,”

he said, but his eyes were on me.

The same eyes that I had nightmares of. I felt the girl’s tongue slide up and spit on me before she licked around my pussy while Master began to rub his length. His dick was longer than most of the men I’d been with, but it wasn’t overly thick like some. No matter how much I hated him, my body reacted to him. He ensured that within the first year I spent with him.

“Bitch two lie on the mattress, and bitch one lie on top of her,”

he said with a sinister smile.

I didn’t react to the name-calling. There was only so much you could listen to before his words lost meaning. The position wasn’t unusual, and we followed his instructions. I sat up but kept my eyes on him, nervous about turning my back on him.

The way he narrowed his eyes on me made me move. The girl lay on her back as I clambered onto the mattress. We were the same but not the same. Our lives were the same. We were given shower privileges once a week, a daily pill, and dealing with the Master’s demands. She withdrew from life and any connection we could have had.

I climbed on top of her, kneeling over her to wait for the Master’s instructions. The girl’s brown eyes looked tired, and the dark circles under her eyes had a detached look. She wasn’t looking at me as much as through me. I didn’t like what I saw because she was my future. The master was manipulative since he had pitted us against one another for nearly two years.

“Open up,”

Master said, and I opened my mouth.

His hand came between us, and he put a small white pill into the girl’s mouth before placing one on my tongue. I gathered my saliva to swallow the pill down, wondering how I could take his dick but not a pill. I kept my eyes on the girl when Master moved my hair to one side, and the unmistakable feel of the cold blade ran down my back.

He raised the knife to my shoulder blade to make his first cut of the night. The sting of pain made me hiss as the blade cut into my skin. I hated him for making me enjoy the pain. The fact that he was the first man to ruin me. I hated him. Yet I relied on him to keep me alive. Blood ran down my back, and I waited for him to cut me again.

“Kiss her and suck on her nipples,”

he said, pushing my head down.

The girl’s eyes had dilated, and her pupils were larger, but they made her face look deathly pale. Her eyes could have been reacting to the drugs or the fear of his knife. I closed the gap between us and kissed her. Her lips tasted of me, and I licked them before slipping my tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond at first, but slowly, she began to kiss me back.

Master moved onto the mattress, and the springs groaned under his weight. He pushed the girl's legs apart before he concentrated on my back again. I leaned down to her breasts. The right one had a bite mark on it, but I started to lick her nipples before sucking one into my mouth. Her grunt and Master’s movements behind me made me look at her face.

Whatever he gave us worked because her eyes were closed, but she was turned on. There wasn't any discomfort showing, and her breathing was faster. I began to suck on her nipples again, feeling the warm haze of the drugs take over.

The knife pressed against me again, and I moved toward it, raising my shoulder. He made the incision, and the pain surged through me again. Each time Master moved, he rocked me forward, and I gripped my hands on the lumpy mattress.

“Your turn, doll,”

he said as he moved again but he pulled my head up by gripping my hair.

I followed his lead and kept my head up as I felt him pushing his cock inside of me. My eyelids dropped, and I allowed myself to push back on him. He laughed, but it sounded distant.

“A well-behaved whore,”

he said, releasing my hair before he started to fuck me.

“Rub my doll’s clit. It’s her birthday.”

The girl moved her hand between us and started to rub me. The sensations built up, and I began to pant. The pain mingled with the pleasure from their duel assault.

“Such a tight cunt after all these years, and it’s all mine,”

he moaned, moving faster.

“But I want your arsehole tonight.”

He didn't pull out, and I glanced down at the girl. Her eyes were open, but there was anger in them. We were both off our faces with his drugs, and she still fell for his shit. Master pulled out, and I heard him spit before he placed his cock against my asshole. It was a no-lube night, but the pill he gave me made everything better. I moaned when he pushed into me.

“Finger her pussy,”

Master said as his length eased into my ass, only to pull back.

“Yes, do you feel my dick in your ass?”

I nodded as he forged his way back in. The pain was vague, like the cuts on my back. I hardly felt them. The girl pushed her fingers inside my pussy, moving them in tandem with Master’s thrusts. This time when he began to groan, I knew he was ready to cum.

“Look at her, doll,”

he said, leaning over me and touching my back with his chest.

I glanced down at the girl but froze as the knife glinted in front of me. It didn't touch me, but I saw blood. There was too much. The girl began to gurgle, and her hands left my body as she tried to stop the bleeding. I was still trying to process what had happened when Master pushed me onto the dying girl and started to pummel me with his cock.

“I told you that I would break you,”

he panted as he continued to push my body against the girl’s.

I tried to find words, but they slipped through my fingers like smoke. The girl’s face was before me, but I stared behind her eyes. They were wide, terrified, then slack. Empty. Tears rolled down my face as I tried to avert my gaze. Instead, I watched the pool of blood grow larger. I barely felt Master pumping harder as he came inside my ass.

I couldn't take my eyes off the girl because this would be my fate one day.

Like an elastic band, something snapped inside of me. Five years of living in this basement, two of them with the girl who lay beneath me. Dead. There was never an opportunity to run away. Perhaps if we had worked together, we may have had a chance, but Master had kept us in a constant cycle of terror and conflict. It was too late now. I couldn't protect her or myself.

Someone was wailing. The sound grew louder until I realised the tortured sounds were mine. The girl’s eyes were dead. So much blood. He kept me pinned on top of her. His laughter echoed beside my ear.

“Happy birthday, doll.”

**

I wake up to the silence. Not the kind of silence that’s just absence. No, this silence is different. Thicker. Wrong.

The mattress is empty. A dark stain spreads across it, crusted at the edges where the blood had soaked in and dried. I remember the way she choked, the wet, gasping sounds as her hands clawed at her own throat. The way her eyes locked onto mine, terrified before they just…stopped.

I don’t remember passing out until I think of the pill he gave me.

My fingers twitch at my sides. I should feel something. Scream. Cry. Something. But there’s nothing. Just this heavy, hollow numbness, like my body knows I can’t afford to break. Not yet.

I stared at the stain.

She’s gone.

Two years of her whispers in the dark. Two years of him laughing as he made us argue over food, showers and his attention. Two years of her voice hissing,

“I hate you,”

and then, softer,

“I’m sorry.”

In the end, she stopped caring about anything. The girl didn't deserve what he did to her. Now, it was just me. Alone again.

The door upstairs creaked. His footsteps. His voice hummed like nothing had happened. I climb off the bed to kneel, but I don't look up.

The walls are grey.

The air is grey.

I am grey.

And the silence.

The silence is the loudest thing of all.