Page 1 of Brutal

CHAPTER 1

Mimosa

There are three men this time.

I don’t like it when it’s more than one man at a time, but I don’t get to complain about that.

I used to try.

I begged and cajoled, but it didn’t make a difference.

I exist only to be used.

I brush back my bright orange hair and glance up at the two men approaching me. I don’t bother to talk to them. They don’t want to hear me speak. At most, they might want to hear me cry or pretend to moan.

What a change.

I remember when I used to be the most vocal person in my college classes. I would share my opinions and argue with classmates, whether anybody cared about what I had to say or not.

Now, though? There’s no point.

“Her mouth or her cunt?” the thinner of the two men asks his friend.

The bigger one shrugs. “Which do you think is cleaner?”

While they debate on how they want me, I glance at the third man. He takes a seat in the armchair in the far corner. A Rolex watch gleams on his wrist, and his seemingly simple button-down shirt and trousers look expensive. I recognize the sunglasses perched on the top of his head as being pricy, too, and overall he just looks like another rich douche.

His appearance stands out, though; the rich ones don’t come to play with me anymore.

He catches me looking at him and offers a cocky, self-assured smirk. He’s a big man — muscular and tall, with dark hair and eyes I can’t tell the color of in this dark, dank room.

All I know for sure is that he definitely does not belong here.

The thinner man glances over his shoulder at the rich guy. “You just get off on watching, then?”

He wouldn’t be the first man to come in just to observe.

I think I like the voyeurs. At least they don’t touch me. They’re still creeps, but the fewer men’s hands on me, the better.

“Something like that,” the guy says, that same smirk lingering on his lips. “Please, go ahead. I’m definitely interested in seeing what she has to offer.” His eyes lock onto mine. “I just know she’s going to impress me.”

The thin guy shrugs. “Whatever. More for us.” He reaches down to stroke my jaw.

I try not to flinch, but I must have given some sort of reaction because the guy starts grinning.

The mattress dips as the man rests his knee on it. My bare nipples pebble in anticipation.

I wish I could shut everything off. I wish I could be detached from all of it and pretend it wasn’t happening to me.

But it has been happening, for so long that I’ve lost track of the days. I used to count, back in the first month of all of this. I gave up when it became clear that I wasn’t getting out of this anytime soon.

The only thing that keeps me going is the festering resentment I have for my sister for getting me into this mess.

It’s her fault I ended up getting taken.

It’s her fault I’m suffering now.

“I’ll take her cunt,” the bigger man says. “Get on all fours, sweetheart. You’ll be taking us both at once.”

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