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“No! Stop it, you son of a bitch!” I shouted, jerking myself forward. The owner grabbed the ends of my hair and yanked me back between his knees, wrapping my strands around his hand like a fucking leash.

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” he snarled into my ear.

“Kayla!” I shouted. “I’m sorry! Please! Stop this!”

Kayla struggled and screamed as the guards slapped and groped her, ripping her dress away in shreds. It only took a few seconds before I had to look away. I closed my eyes and turned my head, but I couldn’t drown out the sound of the laughter and cheers from the guards as they brutalized her. The owner, noticing my deflection, reached down from behind me and wrapped his hand around my neck and up to my jaw.

“Youwillwatch this,” he spat, holding my face in place.

Tears fell down my cheek as he forced me to watch the guards beat and rape Kayla right in front of me, the scene gruesome and cruel in its entirety.

This was all my fault. I wanted to be defiant for myself. I could take the punishments, I could deliver a little pain in return, but I would not drag Kayla down with me or anyone else for that matter.

“You son of a bitch! Stop this!”

“I did warn you, did I not?” he sneered. “And you chose to ignore that warning.”

“Please stop,” I croaked out, my voice broken with defeat. “I get it, you win. I’m sorry!”

It was over. He had found my kryptonite. I could take the heat if the iron was meant for my flesh, but not if another took my place. I couldn’t live with myself like that. If I wanted Kayla to remain intact, I would have to concede. Game officially over.

“This is your fault, princess,” he said in my ear. “You wanna play games with me? By all means, be my guest, but you will lose every time.”

God, I hated him so much. I could feel the fire rising within me again as I burned with a murderous rage. My body trembled as I fought the urge to act on it, clenching my teeth until I thought they would break.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You obviously desired my attention again, regardless of my warning. And now you have it,” he said, rubbing his nose along my hair.

I cringed away and practically growled at him.

“Got something to say, little slave? Maybe another creative hollow threat?” he cooed into my ear.

Now he was just looking for a fight. And I was so close to giving him one.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” I said, my voice uneven with anger.

“Do tell.”

“You’re trying to provoke my rage.”

This wasn’t necessary; Kayla wasn’t necessary, but the deliberation here was too fucking obvious to deny. I know I had sworn myself to submission in order to deny him satisfaction, but I wanted to grant myself satisfaction more, even if it meant failing to deny him his. I couldn’t do anything to help Kayla at this point, but I could exact a little revenge on her behalf, even if it meant I’d lose in the end. At least I’d make my point. He knew I wasn’t broken, that much was obvious, but I certainly wasn’t about to sit here and watch this shit for another second.

I could feel him cock his head as he looked down at me, a smirk on his lips. The smile on the guard’s face as he rammed himself into Kayla was enough to cause my rampaging fire to explode into full-on nuclear fury.

“And it worked,” I seethed and threw my elbow hard back into the owner’s face.

It crunched against the bridge of his nose, causing his grip on my throat to loosen, allowing me to turn slightly and land a jab right into his Adam’s apple. He grunted at the contact, and I found my hair slipping out of his hold as I quickly stood.

“Looks like we’re both getting what we want today,” I declared confidently and threw a right hook to his face, but his large palm shot up and caught my fist midair. His long fingers closed around my hand, trapping it in place. The look on his face was enough to drain the blood from my entire body as a snarl ruptured across his lips, and he began to squeeze my hand until I was sure it would break.

I cried out in pain as he rose from his chair, squeezing harder and harder until I found myself on my knees. The pain was enough to distract me from any further thoughts of attack, but when I finally couldn’t take it any longer, I kicked out at his kneecaps. He expected it and sauntered left out of the way. He then released my hand, trading it for my wrist and gripping it just as tight.

“Finally, someone wants to play.” He smirked down at me, cruelty shining brightly in his dark blue eyes, and a bulge the size of the Eiffel Tower in his pants.

Fuck.

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Wrecked

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