Page 24 of Thorns Laced In Blood

“You look weak and pathetic,” he said, gripping my breast. “It makes you look younger.”

A small smile played on his lips before he bent down. “I’ve got a special surprise arranged for you soon, doll. It will show me what you’re really made of,” he whispered.

That didn’t sound good for me.

Chapter 15

Maeve

“Do you want this to end, doll?” he said, and I forced my eyes open.

I didn’t have it in me to speak, so I nodded. There had been no way for me to keep track of how many men there were because as some left, more kept coming into the basement. It must have been hours, but he stayed. He encouraged them to violate me multiple times, together in the same hole or with glass bottles. The drink and drugs flowed freely.

He rubbed the cum into my face before he smiled at me.

“Just a few more,” he said as the man beneath me grabbed my breasts.

“Please, can I get another pill, Daddy?” I begged, wincing as the man beneath me began to move again.

They didn’t need ropes. They were like a pack of wolves surrounding me, holding me in place by my ankles. The man in front of me finished inside my pussy, but another took his place. I was physically and mentally exhausted.

He moved away from the bed and returned holding the white circular pill between his finger and thumb.

“Are you sure you want to become a junkie whore?” he said with a smirk.

I tried not to let my hatred show, but my anger raged out of control, and frustrated tears ran down my cheeks. My eyes burned from how exhausted I was. Unable to speak, I nodded and opened my mouth. He pressed the pill onto my tongue before sliding it further into my mouth, watching as I swallowed it.

“Daddy needs your mouth,” he said, moving my head to the side while I opened my mouth. “Suck your ass off my dick.”

He slipped his cock into my mouth. All I could taste was lube and cum. He wasn’t rough like he usually was. He took his time easing his way into my mouth. Another man climbed onto the bed, and he tried to squeeze his dick into my pussy. I groaned as he began to stretch me out, making the first guy pause until they were both seated inside of me. The man beneath me didn’t get the message and continued to fuck me. Thankfully, the pill started to take effect.

“Focus on me, doll,” he said, stroking my cheek with his fingers as if he cared.

He pulled his dark green shorts down and rested the elasticated waistband beneath his balls. I closed my eyes when the other men thrust deeper. The pill made me feel mellow, and my muscles relaxed. The swift, sharp slap on my face made me open my eyes.

“You don’t get to check out on me, doll,” he said, his smile oily and snake-like.

The drugs couldn’t hide the depth of his evilness. I held my mouth open, keeping my eyes on him, but I kept my eyes on him. He was a handsome, successful man. Why would he do this to women?

“Such a dirty slut, taking four cocks at the same time,” he said, rubbing the back of his fingers against the cheek he slapped. “Two of them in your cunt.”

His fingers moved to my hair, gripping it as he started to swing his hips. “Fuck her harder, rip her open,” he said loudly.

I almost closed my eyes but didn’t want to get slapped again. If I bit him, I would end up in the coffin again. The tears wouldn’t stop, but they turned him on. The lips curled higher, and his gripon my hair tightened. By the time his balls hit my face, my sight was blurred from tears.

“Daddy’s little whore,” he said before he came all over my face.

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The pills melted on my tongue like rotten sugar. I didn’t fight them anymore. I didn’t spit them into my palm when his back was turned like I used to when he first gave them to me. Now, I craved the numbness they brought. The way the world softened at the edges and my body stopped feeling like mine.

The men had made sure of that.

I didn’t remember all of it. Just flashes: the tang of sweat, the bite of the mattress springs against my bare back, the way Daddy had watched from the corner with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“My good girl,” he’d murmured afterwards, stroking my hair as I bled onto the sheets. “You took them so well.”

That was two days ago—or maybe three. Time blurred now, a shapeless thing measured only by the arrival of the pills and the occasional tray of food. I’d tried to claw my way out once. I scraped at the concrete with stolen cutlery until my fingers were raw. Then Daddy had found the penknife, of course. The punishment for that infraction lasted two weeks.

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