Page 92 of Depravity

He leans in, cupping my cheek, “I told you, you’d have a reward.”

I frown before it all comes back to me. Yesterday. Magnus. Him being so angry in the car that he almost killed me. God, what a way to go. I can imagine it, the irony of choking on his cock. I guess that would be karma for him though, wouldn’t it?

But it doesn’t explain this, it doesn’t explain why my skin feels like it’s on fire.

“Magnus’s wife has one, it’s only fair you do too.” He states.

Has what? Why is he speaking in riddles? What the fuck is he talking about? It would help if my head wasn’t still struggling from the aftereffects of whatever drug he gave me.

“We’re going to make it a tradition,” He adds, “All Blake wives from now on will be branded.”

Branded? Did he say branded?

I stare with horror at that plaster again, and then it hits me. Jesus fucking Christ. He did it to me, he burnt that same awful thing into my flesh, just like Magnus did to Liliana.

“No!” I wail. No.

No. No. No. I can’t undo that.

I can’t get rid of that.

Even if I did ever get away, that will now always be there, will always be a reminder.

“You’re perfect now,” He states, “Well, almost perfect…”

Oh god, he’s going to go on about being pregnant again, isn’t he?

He reaches over, turning the tv on and that same familiar moaning starts up.

“We’re going to ramp up your conditioning. You didn’t exactly perform as expected in Oblivion. Next time I take you there, I expect an improvement.”

My eyes bulge. I shake my head, but he’s already shoving a toy into my pussy, pushing it in so it’s there vibrating against that deliciously forbidden spot that I hate so damn much.

“Just relax, doll. I’ll be back in a few hours,” He says before fondling my breasts one last time and walking out the door.

I let out a growl. A snarl.

The rope is too tight to get loose. I yank as hard as I can, and all I can feel is my skin tearing.

I sink back, shutting my eyes but those moans continue so loudly that I can’t block it out. And despite how I feel, my body is already reacting, already leaning into it. Into the toy, desperately seeking that promised hit.

Only, it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

He does it on purpose, he leaves that toy vibrating so low that all it does is make me desperate. Leaves me a pathetic, needy mess. Ready for him.

Iwatch his approach with a mixture of irritation and disdain. The man has the audacity to show up at my door, unannounced, with that look etched upon his face.

Oh, I knew he would come. I knew he’d be over here as soon as he found out.

"You've really fucked up this time, Conrad," Antonio begins, his voice that usual condescending tone. "This business with the girl could seriously ruin Magnus's chances."

"Not everything is about Magnus," I retort.

Antonio's eyes narrow, and he steps closer, his finger pointing like an accusation. "Don't play the fool with me, Conrad. You're not that fucking naive. You know as well as I do,what the consequences are if we fail. It won’t be just Magnus who pays the price."

He’s right; I’m well aware of what our future will be if my brother fails, but that doesn’t mean I need him to come here and reiterate it like I’m a fucking child.

"I want to see her," he demands.

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