Page 12 of Thorns Laced In Blood

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 onthe 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.

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