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“No, not without a guard. They leave to fight and to fu . . .” He laughs.

“They each have a gym,” he adds, pointing to an archway.

I move closer and glance inside. Across the room, at the far end, Zeus is running on a treadmill.

He’s lost in thought, not noticing us watching as his heavy feet pound on the machine.

“He trains hard,” Alex whispers. “Harder than any of them.”

“Aren’t you worried he’ll see you and hurt us?” I whisper back.

“Nah, he can’t. He’s chained.”

I frown and stare back in Zeus’s direction. Sure enough, there’s a chain leading from his wrist to the wall. “What happens when he’s finished?”

“He’ll press his buzzer, and if there’s a guard available, they’ll move him to his next machine or to his bed.”

“Why can’t he move freely in here?”

He laughs, this time disturbing Zeus, whose head spins our way. He growls, clearly unhappy that he’s been distracted. “Easy, big man,” says Alex. “She ain’t here for you.”

“Get out,” he spits, his voice booming.

Alex holds his cattle prod up. “Careful. We don’t want to end up in bed for the day.” He shakes his head, smirking as we turn to leave. I offer a small smile and wave as I follow.

Wrath

I squeeze my eyes closed, concentrating on the feel of the warm mouth enveloping my cock.

My legs begin to shake, and right as I’m about to release, Anna stops.

I growl angrily, my eyes homing in on her as she sits back on her heels and wipes the back of her hand across her mouth.

“Sorry, just following orders,” she says, shrugging.

She keeps her hand around the base of my erection, squeezing hard to keep it semi while the feeling of my orgasm ebbs away.

When she’s satisfied I’m no longer on the edge, she begins the process all over again.

An hour she’s been doing this, keeping me on the edge so my balls ache and my cock feels sensitive. I can’t even think straight. But it’s all part of the punishment for losing my mind earlier.

The door opening makes me sigh in relief, hoping they’ve come to take her away. I’d rather not feel anything at all than this torture.

“Jeez, your jaw must be locking,” jokes the guard, but Anna doesn’t stop sucking, knowing he’ll only hit her if she does.

My eyes are drawn to him when I see a movement behind him.

And then she steps out from behind, the girl with the green eyes.

We stare at one another, and I stop breathing.

Her mouth falls open—maybe in shock, though I’m not good at reading people—and then I feel a rush of warmth and I come hard, roaring until my throat hurts.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear yelling, but I’m too lost in the sensation to pay attention, and then I jolt as electricity passes through my body, causing me to jerk uncontrollably until the stick is removed from my stomach.

I open my eyes, desperately searching for her.

She’s by the door with her hands over her mouth and terror in her eyes. I want that look to stop.

Anna is holding her cheek as the guard turns to her. “You’re a disgrace. Get out.” She wastes no time escaping, pushing past the green-eyed beauty. When he turns back to me, I’m already bracing myself for the next round of torture, eyeing the stick warily.

“Get me those pills,” he tells her, pointing to the shelf outside my room where they store the cocktail of crap they force-feed me. “The blue ones.”

I watch as she nervously picks up a couple bottles before finding the right one. “What are these?” she asks, and her voice makes my heart swell with something . . . happiness?

“They make him perform,” the guard tells her, snatching the bottle from her and shaking a couple into his hand.

“Open,” he orders, and I do so because ignoring him will earn me a beating.

He drops the pills onto my tongue and waits for me to swallow and show him my empty mouth.

Then he turns on the large screen, and I groan.

The familiar sounds of a woman’s screams play out, drawing green eye’s farther into my room to see what it is.

She gasps, and my cock twitches at the sound.

“It’s good for them, Wynter. They need to be able to perform well,” the guard explains.

Wynter . Her name is Wynter. I smile. “Ain’t this the fucker you managed to calm down? ” he adds.

“Oh, erm, I don’t think I helped,” she almost whispers, and a flush of pink fills her pale cheeks.

“That’s not what the other guys are saying. Apparently, they’ve never seen this fucker calm down so quickly.”

She looks my way, her cheeks full-on red this time, and she smiles.

Her eyes drop to my strained cock then she suddenly glances away.

I want to scream at her, tell her it’s not my fault, that this isn’t my choice and it never was.

But instead, I stare at her, the words clogging my throat.

“This fucker is a selective mute,” sneers the guard, heading out. “A retarded freak.”

She glances back, and the smile is there again. She adds a little wave before disappearing, and I stare down at my cock. It’s the first time I’ve thought about a woman in a way that makes my insides spark.