Page 45 of Sacrifice

With that, she takes the leather strap off my collar and rushes out the door locking it behind her. Taking a look around, I’m not sure what I was expecting. But this is not a good room. It’s dark green, has cages in it, there are sharp hooks and other metal objects on the wall. Dear God, is that… my breath hitches and I swear it’s blood, smeared across the sloped floor leading to a drain in the center of the room. Gulping, I look around and whimper in fear.

Alejandro comes up and I will myself not to shrink back away from him. “Put this on.”

I want to ask him why, but my jaw is too painful and swollen to say anything. Also, I’m certain he will just put it on me himself. With shaking hands, I take the see-through dress and gently pull it over my head, trying to avoid my various injuries. My boobs peek through the holes and I gasp as the fabric sticks to my wounds.

When I’m done, I sway, causing Alejandro to grab my arm. “Stop being so fucking dramatic,” he snarls at me as he drags me to a table.

He shoves the table’s top, and it opens up. Pulling out a chain with some sort of clips on it, Alejandro smiles at me. Once he releases me, he pinches my nipples and I back away from him.

A slap forces me to stop. “Don’t fucking move.” He pinches my nipples again and then puts the clamps onto me. The pressure on my nipples isn’t painful, but I struggle to remain still.

As I sniffle, Alejandro laughs at me. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? God, you aresuchan innocent. I would have thought that Vincent had corrupted you by now. His tastes aren’t far from mine. We love to soil little innocent birds and make them whores. But you’ll fetch a beautiful price now that I know you aren’t his slut.”

I ignore him. There’s no reason to listen to his words. Shrinking into myself, I stand there, tears running down my face and my boobs hurting. Who likes this kind of stuff? Why is it needed?

Taking a deep breath, I finally focus on Alejandro and he has another chain that he clips onto the chain in between my breasts.

“Spread your legs.”

“Plea—” I try coughing, my throat still raw and burning. I know I can’t beg him not to touch me. He slaps my right thigh, then my left. My psyche is crumbling and the floaters are back in full force. With no choice, I spread my legs, and he clips something onto my most sensitive parts.

If I could scream, I would. Instead, my mouth tries to open wide to scream, but my jaw is stiff and my throat is ravaged from the salt.

“We are just getting started. Remember, you are being watched.” He points at the cameras and the window mirror in the room. Alejandro pulls other things out of the table and I tryto reassure myself that I’m going to be alright. That nothing can hurt as bad as what I’ve already been through.

By the time Alejandro is done, I have a rubber ball in my mouth that is strapped around my head. There’s a chain that has been clipped around my waist, and my hands are cuffed behind my back.

I probably wouldn’t have ended up with my hands behind my back if I hadn’t tried to slap Alejandro for playing with the clips on my privates. It was a knee jerk reaction when he touched me.

Once he is done with everything, I stand there in the middle of the room until he comes back with another man. “This slave has earned a punishment for trying to slap me.”

The new man takes me by the hair and drags me backwards to the furthest corner of the room. There’s a massage table there and the more I look around, the more I freak out. There are all kinds of chains and whips, and some kind of machine that must be a torture device.

“Get on the table,” Alejandro demands as the man takes a belt from the wall. “The clock is set for twenty-five minutes. That’s when the auction will start. Until then, you will receive your punishment.”

Laying down on the table, face down, I shiver. My entire body hurts already and the more I move, the more the clamps on my nipples and private area tighten. Alejandro takes my left foot and puts it into a stirrup then a leather cuff is locked around it. He repeats the steps with my right one and then I feel the belt come down on my back.

How am I going to last twenty-five minutes?

Chapter Nineteen

Sitting here with Hypnos as he works is making me fucking nervous. I need to be out there looking formi reina. Back and forth, I pace along the length of the room as the keyboard clacks along. It’s too damn quiet.

“Anything?”

Hypnos just grunts and continues to do what he does. My nerves are shot to hell and this deep breathing isn’t doing shit for me. Hell, nothing will help me calm down until I have Mossimo at my side and Aribella back in my arms.

“Mother fucker.” Hypnos bangs his hand on the table and I turn back toward him. What I see on the screen has me blurry eyed and raging with anger.

“What the fuck is this?” I demand.

Hypnos clicks on Aribella’s picture with a clock attached. “Live auction,” he murmurs and I grip the back of his chair until I hear it crack.

“Get me into that auction. Until we know exactly where she is, bidding on her is my best shot of getting her back alive.” I sound unhinged as my body shakes.

As Hypnos laughs, I know I’m about to lose my shit. “Already done, and now I have every last one of those fuckers’ names who is bidding.”

I watch the screen and hate myself for this plan. My entire body is taut with need. My sweet reina, is tied up and I can see the tears in her eyes. Her fear makes my cock pulse with need. I imagine finally taking her to my red room and having some real fun with her. I’m a fucking bastard for thinking about it while mi reina is clearly in desperate need of rescuing. I should be shot for my deranged imaginings.

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