Page 34 of Deviant

My mouth hangs open. Blood is still streaming from my nose and I can taste it. I’m drowning in it. My heart slams into my chest as it pumps so violently, I fear it might explode.

He forces my leg around, bends it further, and rams himself into me, complementing me on how tight I feel, as if I’ve done it on purpose. As if I’m consenting to any of this.

I need it to stop.

I need this all to stop.

I shut my eyes, I gulp down the taste of my blood and once more my brain tries to take me away, tries to pretend that I’m not here. That this isn’t happening.

But I can feel it.

I can feel the violation.

I can feel the abuse.

I can feel the way he is driving his cock in and out of me.

My insides are tearing, my body is bruising beneath his punishing grip.

I’m gasping for air and though there’s nothing around my throat, I can’t get any in. I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating.

And then someone comes barging in.

My eyes dart up. For one stupid second my heart leaps, and I fool myself into thinking that this is my salvation. That I’m going to be rescued. Saved.

Only, my eyes meet his and I know that he is none of those things. He is not a hero. He is not my saviour. He’s my captor. My rapist. Whatever this man is doing to me now, Magnus has done and will do far, far worse.

“Move the girl.” I order.

It’ll ruffle feathers I know, especially considering she’s bought and paid for, but it is what it is. I gave my word, made a deal, and that’s the end of it. Her owner may have enjoyed her, but she’s easily replaceable enough and that fact was proven by how little a protest he made when I suggested it.

From my chair, I watch the screen as the door opens and two of my guards stalk in and unlock Paityln from where she’s chained to the wall. She’s so compliant she doesn’t seem to react but then Guthrie, her owner, walks in and her entire body language changes.

Even I can see how the chains are rattling from her trembling.

He’s a big man, over six foot. What was once muscles has turned to fat, but that doesn’t make him look any the weaker forit. No, the man could still have you with very little effort. His hair is thinning at the back, but his beard is thick enough that it makes him look almost viking-esque.

He says something and the guards respond.

And then he turns, looking directly at the cameras as if he doesn’t know what’s happening. As if he wasn’t more than happy to take the millions in payment. Not that the girl is worth it, far from it. But it was what was necessary. Devin wants her back. Well, he can have her gift-wrapped and ready. Though I doubt he’ll find her to be the same girl she was.

My eyes linger on the emaciated figure, practically hanging there between my guards. We’ll have to feed her up or she might very well die and I can’t have that.

I bark into the radio, ordering them to take her down to the medical bay. I’ll have her accessed, treated, then they can come up with a suitable feeding plan to ensure she’s fit and healthy and ready for whatever the hell my dear brother has planned for her.

Guthrie makes a big show of saying goodbye, cupping her breasts, grabbing her arse like he’s trying to store up the memory of how she feels in his mind.

“Get the other one in there.” I bark, already growing impatient with this nonsense. This was meant to be a simple process, why is everyone making it so much harder than it needs to be?

I hear the screams, the yelps, the pathetic attempt at fighting as a newer, chubbier model is dragged in. She’s got a collar around her neck, just like all the inmates here do and the guard is dragging her along by the chain.

Guthrie’s attention immediately snaps to her and it’s like Paitlyn no longer exists. Like she’s vanished. It’s almost curious how he can care so little considering who she is, what she’s done to his family as wellas mine.

But instead, he stalks over to his new toy, pushing the guard out the way and he yanks the chain forcing the girls face to come right in front of him.

His eyes drop, he clearly starts scrutinising her as if this isn’t all a done deal.

“I said I wanted to pick,” he hollers loudly.

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