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“Are we allowed free use of the whore?” another asks, almost eagerly.

“She is to receive her initiation first, and then the compound will have free use of her. You are free to enjoy yourself at her expense, though,” Jake says. “Get to it.”

One man grabs me as Jake walks out. “You son of a bitch,” I scream.

“Five,” someone says. “I’ll get the blade.”

“Please…” I start to say, but clamp my mouth shut.

“Six,” the man replies. I am taken over to a metal spanking bench and forced down onto it so that I am on my hands and knees with a narrow platform to support me. My legs are restrained in a way that allows them full access to assault me. My arms are secured tightly so that they’re wrapped around the metal platform. Someone pulls my head back and attaches a collar before running a chain from the collar to the bench. This puts me into a position where my head is pulled back. If I relax, it will choke me. My body already aches.

I scream when a blade digs into my back and by the time they get to the sixth cut, I am sobbing so hard that I can’t breathe. “Full power?” a man asks.

“Yes,” another man laughs. I scream again when unreasonably large dildos are forced into me, filling both my pussy and ass. They suddenly start pounding into me at in inhumane speed before something is clipped onto my clit. A painful orgasm rips through me when a jolt of electricity stabs through me as vibrations pick up. I can’t stop screaming as my body gives into the torture. My moans are laced with a blood-curdling scream every time they shock me.

I’m trying so hard to have faith in my destiny but it’s almost impossible to see past the pain. This can’t be what is meant forme. I have to hold on to my destiny and pray that I am saved from this agony. I won’t accept this as my fate. Lucian will find me. He will save me and help me heal.

Chapter Eighteen

Lucian

I am staring atmy phone in disbelief. I am reading the words that my wife has sent me, but I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe it. She wouldn’t do this to me. To us. My paranoia was spot-fucking-on with Jake. I know he has something to do with this, but I have a fear lurking in the back of my head that she left me for him.

I step out of the house and walk over to Bradley’s. When I walk in, he is mid-thrust, fucking Laura. “We have a problem,” I say.

“Goddamn it, Lucian,” he grumbles. “What could be…”

“Elise’s gone. She sent a text, but I don’t believe it. She wouldn’t do this,” I say, ignoring his anger. He sighs and takes my phone to read the text. Laura pops up without hesitation to read it.

“Are you sure she…” Bradley starts to say.

“She told me last night that she would never be able to call me daddy. I was joking with her about it and she said that was a hard limit. She wouldn’t say that. Also, she said she didn’t want to interrupt my meeting. She knew I did not have meetings today. She knew I was planning our evening. Something is wrong,” I say firmly.

“I’ll gather everyone,” Laura says. She doesn’t even wait for permission before she pulls on Bradley’s T-shirt and runs out of the house.

“She called me in a fucking panic because she said that she sent Jake corrupt files for a project and then the files were missing from her computer. She had to go up to the office to meet him and a client but now her phone is off after sending that message,” I explain. I am trying so hard to not cry. I’m not generally an emotional person, but I know in my heart that he’s done something bad. It feels like my soul is aching and I can only attribute that to my wife’s pain. She’s hurting, and I can’t do anything to help her.

“Come here,” Bradley says.

“No, we don’t have time for that. We have to,” I start to say as tears start to fall.

“Sit the fuck down for a second and hug me, man,” he says. He hugs me tightly and suddenly it all floods out of me.

“I knew something was off with him, but I ignored it because I didn’t want to upset her. She trusted him and I didn’t want to ruin that. It’s so fucking hard for her to trust people. I should’ve helped her,” I say.

“We will find her. The fucker is obsessed with her so we both know he’s going to rape her, not kill her,” Bradley says bluntly. He pulls away and I wipe my face. “Call Jake’s office first.”

I nod and search my phone for the office number. It rings a few times before someone picks up.

“Stratagem Software. Susan speaking,” a female voice says.

“My name is Lucian Voss. My wife is Elise Voss. She was going up for a meeting with her boss, Jake. Are they in?” I ask.

“No, Jake said they had plans this evening with a client. Her car is still here, so I assume they will be back. Can I take a message?” she asks. "Well, actually… Uh…”

“Uh what? What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I am looking at the main email and he sent in a letter of resignation this morning. Elise did as well,” she says. “She was just here with her laptop, though.”

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