Page 26 of Edge of Desperation

“How much?” another voice shouts.

Dmitri laughs. “If you’re asking how much, you shouldn’t be here. Oleg, get him out of here.”

Bang. Bang.

“Any other stupid questions?” Dmitri asks, stepping out of the shadows and onto the platform. He bends down and twists my nipples hard. I scream past the gag. “Do you see how responsive she is?”

“One million,” a deep voice calls.

Sobs wrack my body, but my shackles keep me firmly in place. Dmitri brushes my hair away from my face. “Sold!” He bends over and licks my tears. “I’m going to enjoy watching them break you,” he whispers.

Oleg disconnects my wrists from my ankles, letting my body slump forward. He unchains my ankles from the stage and throws me over his shoulders, keeping a pair of handcuffs around my ankles and wrists. I learned quickly the first day, it doesn’t do any good to fight. I’ll bide my time, find a hole in their security, and run like Lace did.

Oleg drops me on the ground. “Be a good pet,” he orders before connecting my wrists to my ankles again. He spins on his heel and leaves the room, locking the door behind him.

Bound as I am, I can’t move. I look around, and my heart begins to race as pure terror washes over me. I pull at my restraints, but the metal is unforgiving, and something wet begins to drip down my foot. I close my eyes and pinch myself, praying this is all just a nightmare.

The walls are lined with different whips, crops, and canes. There’s a cross with restraints leaning on the other side of the room, and there are several different benches placed all around. It looks like a BDSM torture chamber.

The door flies open, and five men enter. I tremble as they surround my naked body.

“This will never do.” One of the men removes the ball gag. I recognize the voice as the one who paid the million dollars. “We want to hear your screams.”

I whimper and attempt to flinch away, but it's futile since I can’t move. They all begin to strip off their suits. I try to memorize something about each of them so when I get out of this situation, I have something to tell the police, but there isn’t anything special for my memory to latch onto. Except for the man standing directly in front of me, they’re all typical middle-aged men. Noting the burn scars on the entire right side of his body, I realize he’s the only one I’ll probably have luck with remembering.

“Look, Briggs.” One points to something behind my back. “She started without us.”

“Naughty, pet. We’re the only ones allowed to make you bleed,” Briggs scolds. “Jameson, turn on the cameras. Dmitri wants a show, and we’re going to give him one.”

The man he called Jameson jogs over by the door and hits a button on the wall. Red lights start flashing around the room.

“Uncuff her and strap her down,” Briggs orders, pointing to a bench in the middle of the room.

“No… no… please,” I beg, tears streaming down my face. “You can’t do this… Please, don’t.”

“Shhh.” Briggs strokes my head. “It doesn’t do any good to beg.”

“I want her cunt,” Jameson cackles as he unsnaps the lock on the handcuffs on my wrists, separating them from my ankles.

Fuck this, I’m going down swinging.

My fight-or-flight instincts take over, and I whip my head back hard into Jameson’s face. I smirk when I hear a satisfying crunch, but it’s short-lived when a fist connects with my cheek and dark spots dance in my vision. I’m airborne before I can stop it, and thrown down on my stomach, hard. The wind is knocked out of me, and I gasp for breath as my arms and legs are pulled tight and once again restrained.

“That fucking bitch broke my nose!” Jameson screams.

I know I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help it when the corners of my mouth tip upward.

Briggs stands in front of me and grabs a fistful of my hair, causing me to cry out. “It won’t be so funny for long,” he taunts. “Potts!”

I can’t turn my head to see what’s going on because Briggs still has a hold of my hair, I hear the crack before the pain registers. Fire spreads across my back and thighs. I scream until my voice is hoarse.

“Enough!” Briggs shouts. “We want our pet conscious for all the fun we have planned.”

The men around me laugh sinisterly.

“Her pussy is mine,” Jameson demands.

“Potts, you can have her mouth first, then Tyson, and Dows,” Briggs commands. Briggs kneels in front of me. “Has anyone ever taken your ass, pet?”

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