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I almost sag in relief when the door opens and a guard enters smirking.

“Are you ready, Mute?” He stops the film playing, but my ears still ring with the screams of ecstasy.

He holds up his stick as a warning then reaches for the metal ring on the wall and proceeds to unlock it.

I stand, following as I’m led from the room.

Instead of being taken upstairs to the church, I’m led down into the caves. My heart beats harder the closer we get, and my cock pulses with need.

Today, I’ll kill any fucker that gets in my way.

Wynter

“What’s happening?” I ask desperately as I stand at the window with my palms pressed to the glass. I bang and cry out, “Summer.”

My father laughs. “She can’t hear you, and even after the blindfold is removed, she won’t be able to see you. The glass is one-way. Now, sit down.”

I swallow the bile that forms at the back of my throat.

If I vomit, he’ll be angrier. I lower nervously into my seat, pushing my hands under my thighs to stop me throttling my father.

The speaker crackles again. “Place bets now.” My father presses a button beside his seat.

“You have voted for Maximus as your winner.”

“What’s a bet?” I ask, pretending I haven’t read about the sin that is apparently banned in our town.

“Never mind,” he says coldly. “You always did ask far too many questions.”

A man enters the ring and removes Summer’s blindfold.

She smiles politely while straightening her hair and glancing around the room nervously.

A door opens, and she jumps with fright, turning toward it as four warriors are led in one by one.

I stare in horror as the large, burly fighters are lined up against the wall, still chained to their guards.

All of them are naked with erections on display.

I stand again, slamming my hands against the glass. “What the hell is going on?” I scream.

My father joins me, this time grabbing a handful of hair and tugging my head back.

“I have to ensure your sister gets pregnant, and this is the only way to save face,” he spits angrily.

“This is down to you, so you will watch.” He forces my head to face the window, pushing me until my nose is pressed against it.

Guards begin to unfasten their warriors but still keep them pinned against the wall by holding the cattle prods in their faces. The warriors trained from very young to be terrified of that thing, and after feeling its bite a few days ago, I can see why it’s so effective.

There’s a countdown coming from the speaker, but it’s also being played to Summer, who begins shaking her head in panic as she looks around the room, desperate for any type of escape.

“Please,” she begins, backing away. The warriors are growling, occasionally glancing at one another as they lean forwards slightly, showing their intention to be the first to make it to her.

An alarm sounds and the guards rush from the room, slamming the door closed behind them. The warriors run forwards, and Summer screams in fright, dodging their grabbing hands as they reach her. “No,” she yells. “Please don’t.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, praying to the god I definitely don’t believe in to save my sister. My sweet, innocent sister. My father smashes my head against the window. “You will watch,” he roars.

“Run,” I whisper as she dodges Maximus. He catches her shirt and rips it from her.

She spins, almost falling to the floor but managing to catch herself just as Wrath makes a grab, his fist going into her hair.

She screams as he pulls her against him, gripping her shorts.

Another warrior, Abraham, joins him, shredding the material completely until she’s left in her underwear.

I cover my mouth, unable to stop my tears.

Maximus shoves Abraham out the way, and he stumbles back, landing on his backside. “Yes,” my father cheers, releasing me and clapping. I glance his way, unable to hide the disgust on my face.

“They’ll hurt her,” I tell him. “What if she’s already pregnant and they hurt her?”

“Then you will be to blame for putting her in this situation.”

When I look back, it’s Maximus who’s holding Summer to the floor.

She’s on all fours, and as he impales her, she cries out.

His hands grope her breasts, and that same animalistic growl escapes him.

The other three warriors close in on him, all fisting their erections in a disgusting display of perverse behaviour.

Zeus kneels before Summer, grabbing her hair and forcing her mouth to his erection.

She shakes her head until she’s so close, she has no choice, and he pushes himself into her mouth, choking her.

Maximus roars loudly, jerking a few times before stilling.

His chest heaves as he pulls from her and backs away for Abraham to take his place.

She’s crying so hard, Zeus stops what he’s doing and moves to stand in line behind Abraham, who by now has also finished.

Wrath fists himself. His body is larger than the rest, and I see why my father paid a lot of money for him.

His muscles bunch as his huge erection glistens, and then he comes apart, throwing his head back and roaring, releasing streams of cum onto the floor.

The guards rush in, and he’s slammed to the floor.

They’re yelling, angry he didn’t do that inside my sister.

Two cattle prods are pressed to his side, and he stiffens, his eyes widening as he stares up at the ceiling.

I watch as he’s chained up again, his hands bound together, and I’m grateful for the distraction from my sister.

My eyes travel back to where Summer is curled up on the floor, her knees to her chest, sobbing quietly.

“Are you happy now?” Father hisses in my ear. “You did this.”

“It didn’t have to be this way,” I whisper, watching as the warriors are led away.

My father opens the door that leads back to his office, shoving me through it.

The door Summer went through is open, and I rush to it, running into the room where Summer is still crying.

I drop to my knees and gently touch her arm.

She jumps in fright, crying out. “It’s me,” I whisper. “It’s okay. It’s just me.”

Her eyes reach mine as she pushes to sit. “This is all your fault,” she whispers.

“Summer, I’m so sorry,” I cry. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Well, it did,” she screams, standing. She looks down at the wetness between her legs, and I stare in horror at the blood there too. “Never speak to me again.” She runs towards Father’s office, where he’s waiting in the doorway, watching our exchange with a smirk.

I stare in disbelief as he wraps his jacket around her, pulling her against his chest and soothing her with soft words of comfort.