Page 15 of Thorns Laced In Blood

Every day, I stared at the dark stain and the grey walls. I stopped exercising and could only pick at the food. I moved mechanically when he came to take me into the shower room. It was the only time I saw the stairs, but there was no hope left in me. I silently cried while I scrubbed my skin raw. There was no concept of time down here. He controlled everything.

“Comb and dry your hair. I have an associate coming tonight,” Master said, ending the shower.

I did as he asked before he returned me to the room. The door shut behind me, and the key clicked, signalling his departure. My muscles sagged in relief until I saw the stain again. It could have been days or weeks since the girl was murdered.

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I heard Master talking to someone before the lock clicked. The sounds grew louder when I closed my eyes, making my heart pound. I opened them and stared at the grey floor, focusing on the cracks. I used to recite my name at night, but Master was right. It no longer mattered.

Their clothes came off as they chatted to one another. My mother spoke to the men before she let them into my room. This is what they had reduced me to. There was silence, and I realised why. They stood before me. I lifted my head and opened my mouth.

The man Master brought had the same cruel glint in his eyes. He had the same twisted smile on his lips, but I accepted his dick in my mouth. He was around the same age as Master, either forty or early forties. His blonde hair was darker than mine.

“You weren't lying about the whore’s mouth,” he said, thrusting deeper before he gathered up my hair.

There was never a place to hide. I sucked him to the roof of my mouth, wrapping my lips around him. He grasped my hair and pulled me toward him as he fucked my mouth with short sharp thrusts. He pushed harder until he pressed against my throat. I swallowed automatically, stifling the need to gag.

“Choke on his cock, doll,” Master said, moving behind me.

I whimpered when I felt his fingers around my neck, but all he did was impale me onto the man’s cock. The man groaned as he pressed his pubic hair into my face.

“She loves it,” Master said with his fingers pressing around my neck before releasing me.

The man pulled me back and started to fuck my mouth again. Master reached around me to cup my breasts, but his fingers tightened around my nipples while I braced for the inevitable pain. I grunted at the pain when he pinched them.

“Do that again,” the man said, choking me with his cock. It was wider than Master’s.

Master’s body pressed against me as he reached between my legs. I blinked the water from my eyes as the man pulled out. He bent down to grip my nipples, pulling them until then pain blossomed.

“So wet for my friend’s cock. Don't worry, we are going to treat you like a nasty little slut tonight,” Master said, rubbing my wet pussy.

The other man pushed his cock back inside my mouth. This time, he battered himself down my throat until I gagged at the unexpected violent movement. Master’s laughter rang in my ears, but I felt him move away from me.

“Is she naked all the time?” the man asked, pulling out as Master moved toward me.

“Why would I bother with clothes?” Master asked as he yanked me by my hair.

“True. I mean, look at that body.”

The man smiled as he watched me. They took turns, never giving me time to recover, but I managed to get some air into my lungs. They toyed with me and called me names, laughing as they used my mouth.

Master dragged me toward the bloody mattress. Only released my hair after he pushed my face into the mattress. He lay on the mattress. His head partially covered the stain, but I could still see it.

“Give me your cunt,” he said.

I forced my eyes away from the stain and climbed over Master before I began to lower myself onto his cock while he gripped it upright. His eyes were brighter than usual. The cruelty shone in the icy blue chips.

“Fuck me, my dirty little doll. You need it. Don't you?”

I nodded, uncaring of everything because I was here to follow his instructions. I began to move up and down his cock, placing my hands on his abdomen.

“Ohhh, I knew you’d be like this,” he breathed, voice trembling with delight as he leaned closer. “Like a nasty broken whore.”

He looked behind me and smiled before he pulled me down closer to the dark stain. I felt the man rub some lube between my ass cheek. He squirted some more before he pushed his fingers into my asshole.

“Shit, she is going to be so fucking tight,” he said, but after a few seconds, I heard the lube hit the cement floor.

“Use her hard,” Master said. “She can take it.”

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