Page 152 of The Life of Anna-Tenth Anniversary Edition: Act 2

“Good,” Travis said. He looked at Justin. “We should go.”

The two dancers strolled away, walking almost shoulder to shoulder. Travis leaned over and whispered something to Justin, who laughed and put his hand on Travis’ shoulder in a rather intimate way. Were they a couple?

Wilhelm watched Anna the rest of the evening as he socialized in the elegant lobby. She gave all appearances that she was completely in love with Devin, and if he hadn’t seen her up close, Wilhelm would have been devastated. But he knew Anna was still in there, fighting to survive. He had to help her, but how?

She charmed and flirted with the men Devin conversed with, and they were completely captivated by her. A few times, she walked away with a man and disappeared. Wilhelm hated to think about what she was doing.

Kurt growled next to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“That man Anna is talking to? That’s the senator that hurts her.”

Wilhelm looked across the room to see Anna smiling at a man about Kurt’s age with dark blond hair and a politician’s smile. The way he looked at her sent shivers down Wilhelm’s spine. No wonder Devin liked him.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can stand,” Wilhelm muttered and looked at Kurt. “Should we be relieved that she probably doesn’t know what’s going on?”

“You think it’s that bad?”

“Her eyes are vacant. She said she dreams all the time.” Wilhelm shook his head. “I feel so helpless.” He looked at the ceiling. “I feel like I’ve failed Alex. He entrusted me with her and she’s suffered so much while she has supposedly been under my care.”

“Vati, there’s little you could have done. Alex was the one who was supposed to be able to deal with Devin.” He paused with a pained look on his face. “I spoke with Travis and Justin a bit more.” He shrugged when Wilhelm raised his eyebrows. “I’m their age. It’s not as obvious as you talking with them.” He looked across the room at Anna. “She hasn’t shown up with bruises or anything that would show he’s abusing her. Aside from the distance, she seems okay. We need to go to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Yes, Kurt. I understood that.” He smiled to let Kurt know he wasn’t rebuking him. He was just anxious. “It’s painful being in the same room with her and yet... not.”

“I know the feeling.”

Chapter 84

Later that night, Devin slowly stroked his cock as he watched Anna hanging limply from the cuffs in the ceiling of his room. It was late, but Kaveh would be here soon to nurse her back to health. It was an odd cycle. Kaveh gave her his essence, which Devin then took from her, in addition to every ounce she had managed to replenish since the night before. Then Kaveh gave her enough to awaken her, and Devin finished revitalizing her with a hard fuck. Odd, but not unpleasant for any of them. By Kaveh only partially reviving her, Devin was able to keep her under his control, using her own essence against her. It was no hardship to fuck her nightly. He had to be gentler in the mornings, but even then he could get away with just not being cruel.

She obeyed him unconditionally. He knew she wouldn’t move if he lay her on the bed while he consumed his nightly ‘meal,’ but he loved watching her hang there when he was finished, pale and limp, with bright red pussy lips raw from his mouth. Most times, her eyes weren’t even open and he wondered how much she knew of what went on. Did she pass out, or was she just so spent that she couldn’t respond, yet felt everything?

He had a feeling it was the latter because he had used a riding crop on her a few times to see if she reacted. She jumped the tiniest bit and her eyes opened just enough for him to see the pain in them. She never said anything about it, though. Momentary pain all but forgotten a few minutes later.

He smiled and reached out and pinched her nipples between his knuckles, a move that would normally make her cry out in pain. Her body jerked and her eyes fluttered, but no other reaction. His cock throbbed at the idea of ramming himself into her ass to see what happened, but he needed to keep himself ready for later.

He looked around his room and spotted an empty beer bottle on the table next to the fireplace. He had drank it while Anna sucked him off earlier in the day. That had potential. He picked it up and walked back to Anna.

“I think you have fond memories of beer bottles, don’t you, Baby?”

Her eyes fluttered slightly and filled with fear. She was conscious.

He grinned wickedly as he spread open her ass cheeks and began working the bottle into the tiny hole. It went in surprisingly easy. She couldn’t move and likely wouldn’t be able to tighten these muscles, either.

Anna saw Devin hold the brown bottle up in front of her. After his “feeding” times, she was lucid, though she couldn’t move her body. She knew the difference between reality and dreams while she hung from Devin’s ceiling. This was definitely reality, but it looked like it was going to turn into a nightmare.

No, Devin. Don’t! She struggled to make her body move, to show him she was afraid. Why did he want to hurt her? She loved him. What had she done to make him want to inflict pain on her?

The cool glass breached the ring easily as her body put up no resistance, but it was dry and the friction burned. He continued to push inside, placing a hand on her hip when she moved forward from the pressure.

Oh, the fire! The burn! The tapered neck of the bottle gave way to the wider body and she screamed in her head. She tried to scream out loud, but couldn’t. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks at the fiery pain. Deeper and deeper he pushed and then stopped at the widest part. The most painful part, and there was nothing she could do about it but hang there in agonizing pain.

“Does that hurt, Baby?” he asked with a wicked smile, tapping the bottle with his fingernail.

Her eyes fluttered and her body jerked. It was the only thing she could do. What had she done to anger him?

She watched him through hooded eyelids as he studied her. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

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