Page 75 of Depravity

“You’re going to do it all this time,” I state.

“Like her-hell I will,” She spits back.

And that earns her another hit, another wave of pain. She screams out, spasming on the floor while I pull up a chair and take a seat.

As the pain subsides she just lies there, panting.

“You don’t seem to get how this works,” I say. “The entire purpose of these slaves’ lives are to be conduits for our wants. They have no thoughts of their own, no desires, we’ve broken then down so all they think about is us, keeping us happy,”

“They’re human beings.” She retorts, “They’re pe-people.”

“No, they are not.” I laugh. “Not anymore. They forfeited those labels the minute they walked through these doors, the minute they offended the Brethren.”

She gulps, like she’s realised suddenly how futile her fighting is.

“Every person here is a criminal, a traitor. They broke the rules, they thought they were above the rules, and that is why they’re being punished.” I say, getting up, bending down to pull her back up to her feet. “Right now, Doll, you’re also breaking the rules…”

Her eyes widen, they fill with tears, and she shakes her head, “I hav-haven’t.” She whispers.

“Poor little doll,” I mutter. You get yourself so worked up, so stressed, and it’s so very unnecessary. All you have to do is listen to me, to do what I say. Let your husband guide you with this. You’re overthinking it; you’re making this far more difficult than it needs to be.”

For a second I think those words actually sink in, I think she actually hears what I’m saying and believes it. But then she’s rearing back, clenching her fists, and she slams her right hand into my jaw so hard my teeth bite right into my lip.

“Fucking bitch.” I snarl, backhanding her, sending her flying before I compose myself, before I realise where we are. And who is watching.

I won’t be insulted; I won’t be disobeyed. Not by my own wife, not like this. Not in front of my men, not here, where I should reign fucking supreme.

“Fine,” I murmur, “You want to play hard, then I’ll play fucking hard too,” I kick my boot into her stomach, hearing that familiar scream as I make impact.

It’s not hard, not too hard anyway. I don’t want to break her, I just want to wind her, to make her remember who has thepower here. As she curls up I squat down, grabbing her pretty little ponytail and I yank her head up by it.

In my right hand, I slip the vial out of my pocket and twist the lid off. I’d hoped we didn’t need to resort to this. I’d hoped that she’d be a good girl and wouldn’t need the additional help. I guess I was wrong.

“No…” She gasps as I force her lips to pucker up. Like she has any clue what this will do.

l pour the tiny amount of liquid onto her tongue then drop my hold, letting her head slam back onto the vinyl.

“Bastard,” She whispers, and that makes me smile.

It’s only a little alcohol. Pure alcohol. I didn’t want to risk anything stronger, but a little hit should loosen her up, should have her drunk enough to loosen her inhibitions, to lose those damn morals she’s sticking to.

My head spins.

As I lay here staring back up at him I can feel whatever that disgusting tasting liquid was, working through my body. I gulp, then gulp again.

I feel like I’m floating, and yet my body is so heavy.

I look down, checking that I’ve not suddenly grown wings, and my eyes widen as I realise how naked I am. How exposed I am.

My breasts are just there, on display, and so is my pussy.

I move my hand to cover myself and Conrad tuts.

“Don’t.” He says. “You’re beautiful, Brynn, don’t hide yourself when I’m enjoying the view so much.”

He’s enjoying it? I shouldn’t blush, I shouldn’t. This man is a monster. He’s the worst kind of human alive.

And yet I shift my leg, exposing myself more. God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

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