Page 37 of Sacrifice

I'm expecting another man, but a woman comes up to me with two boxes of salt in each hand.

"You should have told him what he wanted to know," she whispers as she opens the first box. “This is going to be excruciating."

At first, I don't feel anything. But as the woman rubs the salt on my arm, I scream. She doesn't stop. I beg for her to stop, but she continues without pause.

"I will not take a punishment for you," she whispers and keeps rubbing salt into my exposed cuts. When she comes to my stomach, she stops. Sitting the salt down, she picks up the scissors from the table.

"What... what are you doing?"

My eyes are blurry, but I can make out her delicate features. She has scars on her face and arms.

"I have to remove everything. Your entire body will be treated to the salt."

"Please don't, please." I have enough medical knowledge to know that if she keeps doing this, my open skin will start dying. And if she puts that on my vagina, the effects could be catastrophic for me.

"I'm sorry," she says as she continues to cut my clothes off. "There are cameras everywhere. I must keep going."

Instead of pleading any further with her, I take a deep breath and try to keep calm enough to stop my blood pressure from rising any higher. Staying alert is the only way I can somewhat control what happens to me.

My brain laughs at me.There is no control here.

"Leave us," a man’s voice says from behind me.

The woman stands up from her squatted position as my pants fall away from my body and exits the room.

Embarrassment floods me, and I look down at the floor.

"Look at me." The man who looks like Vincent demands. I raise my head even though I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I've only ever been naked in front of Vincent, and this man doesn't deserve to see me.

He takes the salt once he hits play on the camera that's sitting against the wall. "You see, Vinnie, I have your girl. Even if you call this family meeting, no one is going to go against me."

The man runs his salty hand along my stomach. I can't keep the scream of agony from leaving my mouth. I can feel every single cut on my body with the salt rubbed into it burning and eating away at my skin.

"Your pretty little property won't be pretty for long. I plan on letting every man in my territory have her. She'll be nothing but a washed-up whore by the time I'm done with her."

Squirming, I move away from him, and he laughs at me. "This feisty show is going to earn her a punishment that I think you'll like, Vinnie."

The man places his lips against mine; he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I want to gag, but I bite down on him instead. He laughs and pinches my nipples until I'm whimpering in pain.

"Stupid bitch." He punches my face five times until my lips are split open and I hear my jaw break.

"Vinnie, you'll be lucky if I let her become a whore. I may just keep her for myself and teach her some goddamn manners." He pours the salt into my mouth as he holds my head back, forcing me to swallow it down.

He spits the blood from his mouth and grabs the vinegar from the table. I'm still coughing and gagging from the salt, but he grabs my hair and forces me to look into the camera.

"Open your mouth," he demands, but I refuse to do so. The door opens and the girl from a few moments ago walks in. "Come, hold her mouth open."

She says nothing and keeps her head down as she walks toward me. Her hands grab my broken jaw and I scream at the throbbing pain and stinging sensations running through my body. I'm unable to move as the man pours the vinegar down my throat.

"Hold her mouth shut now so she can't spit it out." The girl looks at me, pleading with her eyes to do what I'm told. I can't move my mouth without pain, so I do nothing. She sighs, pushing my mouth closed.

Tears run down my face as the vinegar burns my throat. The man grabs the girl and leaves the room. The lights turn off and I hear the door lock. I let myself cry as I think about Vincent, Espresso, Mossimo, and Miss Terrington. I hope they are all alive and uninjured.

Time moves differently when you are being held captive. It doesn't matter though, because it's not long before someone else will show up.

If I thought being naked in front of others was embarrassing, I was wrong. Peeing myself is the ultimate disgrace. My lower lip trembles as the hot liquid runs down my legs. I must have fallen asleep because I thought I was dreaming I was peeing. Instead, here I am, peeing on myself.

"You filthy slut," someone says, and I look up to a person I know I've seen before.

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