Page 14 of Anorthic Anarchy

My eyes trail to where hers fall to the stones in front of her. “Me neither.”

A sharp gasp cuts her lips as she lifts her eyebrows. “Really?”

I consider giving her something of myself, and Inevershare pieces without wanting something in return. It surprises me, the sudden urge to spill out a detail, but then I remember who I am and who she is and refrain.

My slaves shouldn’t have treated her so poorly and the burden of blame lies on me for causing the discord. A need toprotect this girl’s innocence for another day overwhelms me. Before I rip it apart…

Despite her skinny frame, her bosom is generous and almost spills out of her slave wardrobe. I need to leave her. Stepping back from the bars, I focus on the wall behind her head. “I’ll have you moved to the tower for the next two days. It has more books and light for drawing. Lydia will be punished accordingly.”

Dragging my gaze away from her shining face, I turn and head toward the torture halls. But my ears prick at the sound of a tiny voice saying, “Thank you, sir.”

Her fear will help her survive this place.

But it won’t help her against me.

Hopefully, she’s fertile now so I can put a baby in her as soon as possible.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I shrug it off and head inside one of the walled cells. Sev prepared the room for me with the tools that I requested. Once I arrive, he nods and takes a step toward the door, but I tell him, “Stay.” I know my limit. And Lydia will probably reach it. If she wants to live, her life will be in Sev’s hands. Otherwise, I’ll rip her neck from her body and go bowling with her head.

Sebastiano Camarino was my mother’s third cousin, who has been my loyal comrade from a young age. My father changed all the guards’ names upon their arrival at House Strauss. Each more suited for our family line. So, Sebastiano became Sevastian, which became Sev.

Alegra became Alyona. My mother.

I was Vlad to everyone, except for her and Sev.Vicenzo.Secretly whispering my middle name in Italian as a form of rebellion, Sev dropped it after her death, knowing how much of a dagger it was for me to hear. If there is one person who can make sure I don’t go overboard, it’s he alone.

Lydia sniffles as she kneels, naked, before me. I toss my shirt onto the torture table, then kick each of her knees with the toe of my shoes. A pained cry escapes as she drops her head more.

“What do you say, slave?”

“I-I’m so sorry, master.”

My jaw tightens at her words. She should be disciplined severely, and I’ll take every pleasure in doing so. “Sorry for what?”

“For blowing out the candle in the cell.”

Bending, I grip her chin and lift her head so she must look at me. Her light brown eyes fill with terror and her ruddy cheeks pale. “Whose cell?”

“M-Mrs. Strauss’s, sir.”

Pressing my thumbs into her eyelids, I lift them so she cannot blink. “Answer me, you disobedient girl. Who is that?”

Attempting to shake me off, she screams, “Your wife, master!”

I let her go, then snap my fingers at the table in the center of the room. “Well, then. You’re not as dumb as you look. Get on the table. Sev, lock her down.”

As I tug off my undershirt, Sev works on strapping her to the table while she lies supine, her head hanging off one end. Grabbing the ratchet mouth gag, I situate it between her lips, then lock it so she’s wide open. A large bowl of water sits on a pedestal at the other end, and I grab a cup and chug some. Taking another drink, I hold it in my mouth, walk to her face and spit inside her open mouth, letting the strands of my saliva ooze down her throat. She whimpers and tries to shift her hips.

“You’re a selfish slave. And that’s not how things operate around here. I am the master. You are to follow. That’s it. And you will respect the other slaves because I command it. Do you want me to let you loose? Set you free in Gnarled Pine Hollow? Hmm?”

If she could say no, that’s the word that would come out, but instead tears spring to her eyes as she moans and panics.

“Then this is your punishment.” Unzipping, I pull my cock out through the open hole. It bothers me that I’m still firm from seeing the little girl down the hall. But I tell myself it’s the terror that’s taken over Lydia’s face. The tears and spit she chokes on as she strains against her binds. I nod at Sev, pointing toward the whip on the wall, and he hands it over.

Straddling Lydia’s head, I place my cock inside her warm open mouth, then whip her stomach as she screams. The vibrations of the sound pump me up, the end of my cock leaking onto her tongue. Another whip leaves a red gash on the skin of her thighs and another on her bare mound, where she has a strip of black hair.

I toss the whip and grab the back of her head, shoving my cock down her throat as she gags around me. Her body squirms against the violation, but I use her how I see fit. Easing off, I tap my shaft on her chin and smile. “You’ll treat my wife with the same respect you give me. Do you understand?”

She nods and sobs, her neck straining to lift as the tears drop onto the stones beneath her. Aiming straight for her pink tongue, I empty my bladder all over her mouth, though some drops splash onto her face. Attempting as best she can, she shoves the liquid out, but must swallow or drown.

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