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I didn’t bother struggling against the leather straps. That would only fuel Oliver’s desire to copulate more. Instead, my eyes darted around the room until they landed on Father, who was smiling malevolently in his chair, like some godly king enjoying the show.

Oliver pushed his dick into my pussy, and I narrowed my eyes at my father and sneered, “I’m going to enjoy killing you.”

“You can try, sweetheart, but you will never walk away from me alive again.”

Oliver stroked in and out of my pussy, and I felt nothing.

Almost as if I had detached myself from the situation.

There was no discomfort, no pain.

Nothing.

All I could think about was Luc. The clubhouse. The brothers.

The family I’d found when, for so long, all I’d had was me.

I thought it was funny in a way. I never knew what family meant. Growing up in a BDSM club, all I knew was pain and the men who rutted around in my body.

I never knew love, kindness, laughter.

Just the stark reality of pain that encompassed my everyday life.

Now, everything was different.

Regardless of the horror I found myself in, I fucking knew that Luc and the others were coming for me. I couldn’t explain it. It was such a strong feeling that almost swamped me.

Oliver’s dick slid like a piston between the folds of my pussy. His face was heavy with tension as he thrust deeply, emitting an inhuman moan.

Then it happened.

Just like I knew it would.

The second Oliver stiffened, his cock flooding my womb with his semen, my father raised his gun and fired, blowing the back of Oliver’s head off. Blood and tissue sprayed all over me, coating my naked body as I laid there staring at the Devil himself.

I did try to warn Oliver.

Father slowly stood as Oliver’s cock slipped from my cunt, his body falling to the floor.

“Greedy fucker. I should have never let him near you. You were always too good for him.”

I said nothing when Father removed a small bottle from his jacket, and he attached a large tubal nozzle attached to the top. I could clearly see the bottle filled with clear liquid. Walking over to me, Father wasted no time shoving the tubular nozzle deep into my pussy before squeezing the bottle. Cold fluid splashed inside me, causing me to flinch.

“It’s only vinegar and salt water. Can’t have that man’s seed taking root now, can we?”

With the last of the fluid dripping onto the floor, Father dropped the bottle and smiled when the door opened, and Miguel Chavarria and his fuck buddy Raul walked in.

“Sweetheart, I believe you owe these men a debt.”

Well shit.

My day just keeps getting worse and worse.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Indigo

Hunched down, covered in a filthy blanket, smelling of urine and alcohol, I watched from the corner of the local gas station when Devlin Scott and Oliver Barnes shoved Ivy into a large nondescript SUV. Miguel Chavarria and his right-hand man, Raul Santos, sat in the driver and passenger seats.

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