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“Oh, that’s a fine-looking arse,” the man said, climbing onto the mattress.

I stared at the grey wall so I wouldn't need to look at Master or the blood stain. The only thing I saw was the girl’s dead eyes, blank, lifeless. A tear rolled out of the corner of my eye as the man started to stretch me open with his cock. Master’s hands moved to my waist.

“Ahh, fuck. She is so fucking tight,” the man said, rocking back and forth.

The lube made it much easier to take his girth. He gripped my hair and lifted me up again. The man’s fingers curled around my throat. It was where the girl’s throat was slit.

“Fuck yourself on our cocks, doll,” Master crooned. “Show us what a filthy whore you are.”

I stared at the grey around me, pumping myself up and down. They grew vocal as their grip tightened, movements became more frantic, and the slapping began. My face, my breasts and my ass. Any part of me that they could reach was slapped. They couldn't penetrate my brain because I was too busy observing the grey.

“Yes, cum for us, doll,” Master shouted as he pumped his hips beneath me.

“I’m gonna blow in her asshole,” the man behind me panted.

My eyes began to flicker, and I pushed down harder until I followed my Master’s order and came for him. My cry of release was a tortured one. It was tainted. Their cum followed. The man thrusting deep inside of me as if he were trying to prove something.

Everything in the room was tainted.

Especially me.

Chapter 10

Maeve

They left as they came with laughter. Master locked the door, leaving me staring at the grey ceiling. I listened until their footsteps faded and voices became a murmur. When I crawled off the mattress, I avoided looking at the stain. My legs were shaky as I stood up to walk to the table where Master usually left my food and pill.

The lube lay there with the cap still open, but I ignored it and took several wet wipes from the packet. I was about to clean myself up, but I paused when I saw the white pill. It wasn't the contraceptive pill because that was much smaller.

I reached down and began to clean myself. It took several more wipes before I managed to get all their cum and excess lubricant cleaned off, tossing the wipes in the bin beneath the table. I picked up the pill and the bottle of water to wash it down with. It was the same drug he gave us that night.

The effect of the pill didn't take long, but it took away some of the dead, numb feeling inside of me. The walls were no longer grey. They became multi-coloured.

I liked this pill.

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I was officially a pill popper. The irony was that in my younger days, I looked at the state of my mother and told myself that I would never do drugs. They made me feel happy for a short while, and I began to chase the high. Master enjoyed the effects of the pills because they made me horny.

The cycle continued. Sometimes, he came for me alone, and other times, he came with his friends. They always used a condom if they fucked my pussy. I no longer cared as long as I got my fix. White, blue and pink pills. I took them all, and I let my guard slip, thinking Master was done breaking me.

I was wrong.

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The lock clicked but I was on my knees, waiting for my instructions. There was an unfamiliar rustle and I glanced through my hair and saw Master carrying a white plastic bag. He walked past me and sat on my bed. The metal frame of the bed screeched with his weight.

“Come and sit on my lap, doll,” he murmured to me in a strangely gentle voice.

I stood up robotically and saw he still wore his work suit. These days, he looked more human, but that was probably the pills talking. I moved between his legs before I sat on his lap. His lips twitched in amusement, and his eyes pierced mine. The longer I stared into the blue eyes, the more they began to resemble those of a snake.

“I picked you, doll,” he said, the words curling around the smug smile on his lips, stretching them out until they thinned.

His hand moved between my legs, pushing them apart to rub his fingertips around my pussy. My eyes closed, and I placed my hand around his shoulder, gripping it as if he were an anchor. His finger eased into me.

“But,” he said, causing me to open my eyes to see the evil intent in his eyes. “I want more, little doll. Do you remember our first night?”

My mind flashed back to the scent of mint and cologne. The pain and how much he enjoyed my pain. He pushed another finger inside of me, fucking me with them hard enough for his nails to scrape my insides.

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