Page 123 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

He leaned against a heavy wooden table, arms crossed, and watched her. She was fascinating like this. Wild beauty. Wild rage. God, he wanted to fuck her right now. But he had to subdue her first, or he might lose his cock when he tried. He wasn’t stupid.

She growled, eyes glowing with rage again. He lifted the whip, but before he could strike, the door opened and Ian walked in. He stopped short when he saw Anna and stared with his mouth open.

“Holy shit,” Ian mumbled and looked at Devin with wide eyes. “Did you know this could happen?”

Devin smiled, amused. “No, but it’s quite intriguing, isn’t it? Go find Kaveh and invite him to watch. He might like it.”

Ian handed him a leather case and bowed his head. He glanced once more at Anna’s wild form and then backed out of the room.

Devin opened the case to find four syringes. Three were his ‘nerve juice’ and one was something to knock her out in case things got out of hand.

He held the case up so Anna could see. “Do you see these, Anna? You recognize these syringes, don’t you?”

Anna’s head jerked as she stared wide-eyed at him. Her pupils were nonexistent and her irises glittered like two emeralds. Her dark, tangled hair stood out, making her look inhuman, which she was at the moment. She glanced at the leather case and bared her teeth again.

He would give her the shot, but first, he had to figure out how to get close enough to do it. He watched her as he walked to the wall and hung up the whip. She didn’t blink, but stared at him with her disturbing eyes. He picked up a cat-o’-nine-tails and walked back to Anna. This would make him get closer to her, but would also cause more pain.

She lunged at him again and he whipped the cat at her, catching her breasts with the knots at the end. She howled and pulled against the restraints, but didn’t back down. He whipped her again and again until her body was a mass of welts and cuts. She let out a last scream and then fell to her knees, panting and whimpering.

Devin quickly pulled out a syringe and jabbed it into her neck. She screamed and reared up, but fell backward and lay still on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide and sucking in short, sharp breaths.

“I’m impressed, Devin.” Kaveh stood next to him and looked down. “Few humans can subdue them when they’re like that.”

“It happens often?” Devin asked, staring at the shivering form beneath him.

“No. Not anymore. It used to. She will respect you for subduing her.”

“I’m not done with her yet.” He chuckled. “Oh, no. We’ve only just begun.” He glanced at Kaveh with a wicked smile. “Would you care to join me?”

Kaveh grinned. “Of course.”

When Devin and Kaveh left, hours later, Anna lay on the floor of the dungeon in a pool of her own blood. She was alive. Barely. She had been raped repeatedly and beaten mercilessly. There were few places on her body that weren’t red or bloodied. Her jaw was dislocated and her pussy and ass were torn and bleeding. She had cuts on her belly and legs. They had whipped the bottoms of her feet and dislocated a hip as well. Her nipples were bleeding from being pulled and squeezed and stuck with needles. She had three puncture wounds in her neck from Devin’s syringes. He had used all three injections on her at once. The blood moving through her veins hurt.

She stared up at the black ceiling, unmoving. Even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t. Her limbs wouldn’t work. It hurt to move her eyes. She didn’t remember what had caused Devin’s anger. Pain had brought her to her senses, and she’d found herself physically fighting Devin, without knowing why. She’d stopped fighting instantly, but he continued to punish her. Kaveh and the other Immortals had fucked her over and over again until she bled. And oh, the pain! Incredible pain that had been far worse than anything before.

But they had left. Finally. Left her here to die. At least she hoped so. She wanted to cry, but she had no tears.

She had a vague memory of anger and rage. Fighting against Devin and Ian. And she had won! And then she had lost.

Devin had won in the end.

He always won.

Chapter 70

Anna still lay on the cold floor in pain. The blood had dried and stuck to her skin. When the nerve juice had worn off, she’d slept fitfully, but the pain in her joints made it difficult. She couldn’t turn onto her side; she couldn’t call for help. Would she die? Would she finally get her wish? Maybe she would be reunited with Alex in death. The thought warmed her and she let the darkness take her again.

He looked up as she appeared in the room, a big book in his hands.

He smiled, his white teeth peeking out from beneath his thick golden beard. Did she remember what he looked like without his beard?

“Anna...” he said softly, closing the book and putting it on the bookshelf. He walked to her and sat on the bed next to her.

She didn’t speak, but just looked at him. She didn’t know if she could speak. Her body was so mangled.

“What’s wrong, Schatzi?” he asked softly.

“I got angry,” she said, not knowing why or where the words were coming from. “I got angry and frightened Devin. And he punished me.”

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