Page 3 of Brutal

To my surprise, I hear laughter from the corner. I don’t turn to look at the source of it, but I know the rich guy is sitting there cracking up laughing about the whole thing. It’s enough to make me let go of the thin man’s cock, and he slaps me hard enough across the face that I see stars.

“The fuck is so funny?” the man seethes.

The man in my cunt has stopped thrusting, and he pulls back with an unpleasant squelching sound. “Thought they said she was tame,” he says, and it’s almost funny how fucking alarmed he sounds — like I’m a wild animal who’s going to go for him next.

I lick my lips, and I realize I taste blood. I huff a small laugh about that. Serves that bastard right. I hope I did permanent damage.

“You’re laughing?” the guy I bit asks, outraged. He wraps his hand around my neck. I gasp and grab his wrist, trying to dislodge him, but of course he’s stronger than I am.

Maybe this is my out. Maybe this is the only way I’ll ever escape this hell made of disgusting men and unwashed cocks.

“I’ll bite you again,” I rasp as I struggle. “I’ll bite it off completely.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Rich Guy says — and I think I hear him stand up — “there’s no sense in choking her to death. Just fuck her ass until she cries or something. Or go run off and tell management that his whore bit him and demand a refund. I’m sure that’d go over just great.”

The guy in my pussy groans and pushes forward again. “Or just keep choking her. She keeps seizing up when you do.”

Yeah, that would be one way to go. Naked, dirty, with a cock in my cunt and drying spit on my face.

But I don’t actually want to die, I realize.

I don’t want this to be the entirety of me. I don’t want to be another corpse they dispose of in a shallow grave in the middle of nowhere, with nobody to identify me or even care that I’m gone.

“Please,” I beg with what little breath I have left.

The guy loosens his hold on my neck. “Fuck!” He hits the side of my head, this time so hard that I end up dislodged from the other man’s cock. I tumble off the bed and onto the hard floor. The pain is nothing compared to the relief of being able to breathe again, and I gasp hard.

“I wasn’t done!” the guy who was in my cunt complains. “Ugh. Now I’m not even in the mood.” He tucks his cock into his pants and fastens them, stalking toward the door.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure they’ll give you an IOU,” the rich guy says, sounding amused. He comes over to me, crouching down next to me, then grabs me by the hair so I have to look up at him. “That wasn’t very bright, you know.”

“I’m not done with her!” Thin Guy snarls. “You know what, fuck you. I am going to find a goddamn manager.” He storms off too, leaving me with the man holding me up by my hair.

I meet the rich guy’s eyes. They’re hazel, which I somehow didn’t expect. They seem warmer than anyone who visits this kind of place should have.

“You want me to bite your cock, too?” I ask, and I don’t know why I said that. I’m being an idiot.

I’m just so fucking done with all of this, though.

“I’d be a lot more creative than just whining to management,” he says, though his smile doesn’t reach those pretty eyes. “Wanna find out?”

Is he trying to be funny? Because I’m not laughing.

“I can’t stop you from doing whatever you want to me anyway,” I answer.

“I know.” He shrugs, finally letting go of my hair.

I collapse back down onto the floor, my cheek against the cold cement, and he rests a heavy, booted foot on my lower back. For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to just crush me and leave me in pieces.

Instead, he moves his foot and forces me onto my back instead, so I have no choice but to stare up at his imposing form. I think he’s about to speak again when I hear two sets of footsteps approaching.

The door opens, and the guy I’d bitten storms in. Behind him is a woman with a veil covering her face. She’s carrying a crop in one hand.

Elena, the ‘manager’ here. She wears the veil to cover a nasty scar that spreads across half her face. Rumor has it that she used to be one of the women forced to work like this. If that’s true, her experiences haven’t made her more sympathetic toward anyone.

I almost hate her more than I hate the men who run this place.

“I want her punished,” the guy I’d bitten growls.

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