Page 26 of Depravity

And that is the final straw. I shove her back, leave her sprawled on the bed and I get to my feet. I don’t want to hurt her but by God, I will if I have to. If that’s what it takes, if that’s what needs to be done, then I will break her spirit, I will do whatever is necessary to ensure she complies.

She rolls over, curling up into the duvet, becoming more and more hysterical as each second passes.

And it strikes me then that she’s young. Naïve. Perhaps I’m being unfair in expecting her to accept this right off the bat.

Fine then, I’ll give her time, a little time to let her adjust to her new circumstances.

“I’m not an unkind man.” I say as I swallow my pride. “I understand this will take time. But the sooner you accept that I am your future, the sooner we can both be happy.”

She looks up at me in horror. “Happy?” She splutters.

“You will be happy, Brynn,” I state, leaning over her to grab her belly. Her skin is so soft, so delicate. “You will be content. I’ll put a child in your belly, I’ll treat you right. And you will learn to love me, just as I do you.”

God,I could fuck her all day. Lay here and never leave this bed.

But that won’t do. Not unless I want my brother to know something is up.

When I stroll into Oblivion, it’s hard not to compare all these women, all these slaves to the beautiful creature locked up at home. Sure, I’ve had my fill of them. I’ve enjoyed them more than most – after all, what would be the point of taking care of this place if it didn’t have a few perks?

I glance at the guards. They’re good at keeping their eyes forward, and off the merchandise. After hours, they too can have their fun. It helps instil orders, it helps maintain fear. The slaves have to understand that they’re at the bottom of the pecking order, and that no one here gives a shit about their wants.

I stroll into my office. Dustin is there, as usual. He hands me the list of today’s infractions and I run my gaze down, looking for repeat offenders. When I spot a name I recognise, I tell him to have them taken down for a public beating. They’re usually effective, very effective. Sure, the slave in question will be out of service for at least a week, but it’ll ensure the others keep in line.

Dustin nods, disappearing off to do as he’s told.

In front of me there’s eight screens, all showing different parts of Oblivion. Mostly it’s just fucking. Average, boring fucking. I hit a button, switching from feed to feed with my eyes searching for nothing in particular.

I can waste hours like this. Hours of just looking, monitoring, seeing tiny infractions, moments of rule-breaking. You let themget away with one thing and that’s it, that sedition will grow, it will spread.

It’s a fact my father taught me, taught us. And it’s something Magnus repeated to me often as he brought me up.

In my pocket my phone vibrates loudly, cutting right through my thoughts. As I pick it up, I seehername. If anything, I’m surprised she has the gall to reach out. I imagined she would have slithered away, licked her wounds in private and reflected on how big of a fuck up she’s made.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“Hello, dear husband.” She says demurely, as if she wasn’t knuckles deep in her own cunt last night while I was violating her niece.

“I’m not your husband.” I reply.God this fucking woman.

“Not yet.” She says in a flirty, teasing tone that pisses me off even more.

“I’m busy, Giselle, either get to the point or get lost.”

“She’s gone.”

“Who?”

“Brynn, my niece, the girl you fucked in my bed.”

I pause, my eyes staring at one of the screens as that image hits me.Her bed? Her fucking bed?The thought makes my stomach turn and more anger hits me as I realise she’s done it again, she’s tarnished our first time even more.

“Well?” She continues.

I blink, realising that I haven’t replied. I should have been prepared for this, I should have known that even though they don’t want her around, they’ll still notice that she’s suddenly MIA.

“Why are you calling me about it?” I ask. “Shouldn’t you be speaking to the police, or the Brethren, or…” I trail off, hoping I sound as disinterested as I can be. We both know she won’t speak to anyone, her family won’t want the scandal.

“You fucked her, I figured it makes most sense to ask you first.” She snarls.

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