Page 5 of Violent Love: Viktor (The Caged Hearts Pet Play #5)

Viktor

I stood and looked down at Petrov’s face. It was a bloody, beautiful mess. The Pakhan had sliced off his lips, leaving his bare teeth exposed. The doctor was now working on peeling the skin from his neck.

“Damn, I needed this,”

the Pakhan said, slowly rotating his neck. “Your pet didn’t last very long.”

When I glanced at Natalya, her legs had buckled. She hung limp over the hand trolley, unconscious or close to it. A small pool of vomit glistened on the floor beneath her—thin, acidic, and long settled.

I shrugged and looked back at the flayed cock, deciding this was far more satisfying than a strategically placed bullet. Watching people slowly bleed out had its charm. But Petrov? He deserved all of it—every moment.

“How long can he live, doctor?” I asked.

“A few days. I can patch him up—painfully,”

he said, smirking.

“Good. I want him to suffer,”

I replied, staring down at the mutilated flesh. “I want him to feel everything.”

The Pakhan placed his scalpel into the metal bowl, peeled off his bloodied gloves, and tossed them into the medical waste bin.

We usually took our carcasses to a local pig farm. Other than sorting through the shit for the occasional tooth or bone fragment, it was the cleanest way to dispose of bodies.

Unable to help myself, I stepped over to Petrov and pulled up one of his eyelids.

Then I sliced it off.

He jerked against the restraints. Good.

I did the same to the other eye, leaving both his eyeballs fully exposed. Then I took the long needle I’d used earlier from the bowl.

“I like your thinking,”

the doctor said, barely containing his excitement.

The Pakhan stood back, watching as I slowly pushed the needle into the white of Petrov’s eye.

His low, guttural hum of pain filled the room—not a scream, not a cry.

A sound like a primitive, dying animal.

Exquisite.

***

We washed up and shared a drink. When he left, the Pakhan took the digital recorder with him, and I wondered if Ania would watch it. She never stopped watching Petrov, which is why the mission had gone perfectly, except for my new pet.

I returned to cut her free from the zip ties. The moment they snapped, she collapsed onto the floor like a ragdoll. Her hands were almost purple, so I rubbed them briskly to bring the circulation back.

“What’s the point of having a pet?”

the doctor asked, his voice casual.

“Ownership. Accessibility. Control of a submissive,”

I said, lifting her limp body over my shoulder. Her arms hung down and slapped lightly against my back. “I look forward to shattering her mind through her training.”

Vadik paused mid-sip.

“Train?”

he asked, curiosity sharpening his tone.

“She’s a suka. Don’t dogs need to be trained?”

“Interesting,”

he murmured, rubbing his chin. But it wasn’t idle thought—there was a gleam in his eye, a flicker of speculation I didn’t like.

I didn’t ask what he was imagining. I already had a decent guess. Whatever his thoughts were, they weren’t my problem. Not unless he tried to interfere with my suka.

I left him with his curiosity and carried Natalya back to the cell. I set her down, placed a water bottle beside her, and shut the door.

The stench in there was foul. Rot, piss, and despair. But that was the point.

A day and another night in darkness, filth, and silence…

That would crack her.

***

“Something’s different about you today,”

the Krolik said, eyeing me from across the desk.

I knew she wasn’t talking to the Pakhan, but I ignored her.

“We had some fun with Petrov last night,”

the Pakhan offered helpfully.

My day was spent ensuring Abrasha knew every one of my duties for the days I’d be absent. The rest was compiling a thorough list of everything I’d need for Natalya. I wouldn’t deny I was borrowing the Pakhan’s method as a baseline. I’d watched how obedient Ania had been in the early stages—before the crown and claws came out.

“Hmm. I don’t know. Viktor, I saw you smiling earlier,”

she said suspiciously.

I wished for the old days, when the Pakhan kept her silent in that gimp mask.

“That didn’t happen. You’re mistaken,”

I said, standing to leave.

“But—”

“Bunny, leave the man alone,”

the Pakhan cut in as I reached the door.

I didn’t look back. I heard the chair creak as she shifted to argue, and shook my head.

Why did they even bother leaving the bedroom?

***

After removing Petrov’s fingers and feet with Vadik, I checked on Natalya. The faint sound of her crying through the door told me exactly where she needed to be. I unlocked it to find she’d returned to the far corner.

“Get up,”

I said—and this time, she obeyed. “Follow me.”

I waited until she was near the doorway, then turned and led her down the corridor. Her movements were stiff and unsteady until she adjusted to the light and began to walk properly.

I opened the bathroom door and turned back to her. She was pale, her face smudged with dirt, her hair a tangled mess falling from what was left of her bun.

She didn’t move when I began to unbutton her shirt. I couldn’t see her face—she kept it lowered—but I noticed the tremble when I peeled the fabric off her shoulders, revealing a plain white bra. I reached behind her to unclasp it. She began to shake.

Once unhooked, I traced a finger down her spine to the waistband of her skirt. Instead of unfastening it, I tore it off and let the scraps fall around her feet. A small whimper left her lips, but I said nothing as I turned the shower on.

“Take your shoes and underwear off,”

I ordered, glancing back to see her covering her chest.

She didn’t argue. Her hands dropped slowly, and she stepped out of her shoes before pushing her tights and underwear down. Her breasts were small, neat, and proportional to her petite frame. She barely reached my chest.

A modest patch of dark hair veiled her cunt, and I liked that. I shoved her gently toward the shower, eyes dropping to her ass. The way her narrow waist flared into soft curves made my cock twitch.

I watched through the glass as she scrubbed herself. I nearly groaned aloud when she finally released her hair from its bun. It fell to her ass in thick, wet strands. Slightly darker than the Krolik’s, but it suited her—wild, dripping, soft.

In my mind’s eye, I pictured her hair fanned across my bed. I imagined her eyes locked on mine as I took her, letting her stare into the wreckage of my face. My cock stiffened, and I shifted it beneath my trousers.

There would be time for that part of her training. Time for everything.

When she stilled under the spray, I reached in to turn off the water. I grabbed a towel from the rail and began drying her. She flinched but said nothing. I took my time, rubbing over every inch of her damp skin. There was a small mole just above her right ass cheek. I twisted her dripping hair in my hands, wringing out the excess water, then wrapped it in the towel.

“Are you going to behave like a good pet should?”

I asked as I dried her breasts.

“Da,”

she whispered.

“Do you know what will happen if you don’t?”

She nodded—jerky, terrified.

“I don’t want to cut into this skin,”

I said, trailing a finger slowly down her arm, watching the goosebumps rise. “But if I have to, I will.”

The dripping of the showerhead didn’t mask her loud swallow.

“If you obey, you won’t have a problem,”

I added, tracing her collarbone. My hands had ended more lives than I could count. They didn’t belong on something so soft. So unmarked. “The Bratva rules say you should be dead. But you get one chance to become a well-trained bitch.”

Her head snapped up. And I welcomed the moment her eyes met mine.

They were full of everything I expected—fear, disgust, hatred and rage.

“I am your Master. I own your life,”

I said, my voice calm, cold, final.

Her lips trembled. Her tears came fast.

I caught the first one on her cheek and rubbed it into her skin with my thumb.

“On your knees. Now.”

My voice cracked through the room like a whip.

She sobbed—but obeyed. Collapsing onto her hands and knees.

As she stared at my feet, I smiled and patted her head.

“Good, Suka.”

She wasn’t broken.

Not yet.

But her hatred only fuelled my need to destroy every last piece of defiance inside her.