Page 33 of Violent Love: Viktor

Now, as I stared at the silver metal door, fresh tears pricked my eyes.

It opened.

Grey walls.

A barred window—just enough to know if it was day or night.

A stainless-steel toilet and sink in one corner. A padded mat on the floor. Nothing more.

“Welcome to your new home,” he said, pressing his shoe against my ass.

I crawled in and waited.

He unclipped the leash. Removed the shock collar.

I exhaled. It had been digging into my neck for hours.

“Are you hungry?”

I nodded.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

I racked my brain. My eyes closed.

“…Woof.”

It came out broken. Pathetic.

His shoes clicked against the concrete.

Then the heavy metal door slammed shut.

I winced at the sound, crawled to the mat and lay down.

???

It wasn’t long before the hatch opened.

I scrambled up, expecting food—my belly aching to be filled.

Instead, his cock slid through the gap.

“Earn your food,suka. Remove the snout and worship my cock. Make me cum, and you eat.”

His voice was cold. Dispassionate.

I blinked, staring at the swollen, flushed head. A bead of clear liquid clung to the tip.

The shaft jutted forward—thick, pulsing, with a raised vein running down the side.

His balls hung heavy beneath the frame.

I fumbled with the mask. The snap buttons gave way. I removed the snout.

Silence.