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“I want her ass,” I hear, and I stiffen. No. Andrei told them no. Didn’t he?

“You’ll be putting your cock on the line. Andrei won’t tolerate it. Stick to her pussy.” Another lash crosses my ass and I scream. Drool and cum drip off my chin, and I try to suck in as much air as I can before someone fills my throat again.

But my mouth is left alone. I’m fucked again. I don’t cry out. I don’t scream. I use the break for my throat and drop my head. Grunts and cheers surround me, but I’m far away now. I feel all of it, I feel the last bit of cum splashing over my ass and back, but I’m empty. All the fear all the hope - it’s gone.

I’m just empty.

Completely empty.

13

Andreiis an asshole. I know this. I grew up learning this fact every day. I thought I knew his tricks, all of them. But he’s up to something now.

The meeting wasn’t what he said it would be. I have to see Magdalena.

My muscles are twisted with tension. The pounding in my head matches the horrible dance shit the men play when they party.

I need a drink.

Then I’ll see Magdalena.

I spent the entire meeting worrying about her, wondering what my father was doing with her. My initial plans were to get the meeting over with and get my ass home to intervene if needed. But nothing has gone according to plan this week.

“Ah, Kristoff. You’re home!” Andrei steps into the main hallway. He’s been waiting for me and is trying to play it off like he wasn’t. The thunder in my head increases.

“Where’s Magdalena?” I ask before stopping myself. He’s holding a glass of vodka, an unlit cigar stuffed between his fat fingers. The look of satisfaction at my question answers it.

“I was just going to check on her, come.” He crooks a finger and heads to the back of the house where his office is located.

Matvei passes us in the hall, a smirk crosses his lips when he nods at me and keeps walking. I turn to stare at him, but my father has called for me to keep moving.

My stomach is in knots. Something is very wrong.

“What did you do?” I ask with a dark undertone. It’s getting harder to keep my composure after the evening I’ve had and the sense of dread starting to overwhelm me.

“Me? I did nothing,” he says with a slight shrug of his shoulders. When we reach his office, he shuts the door behind me and makes his way to the television stashed in the corner of the room. He only uses it to tap into the security feeds in the cells downstairs.

Blood rushes from my head.

“But, the men - they needed to blow off some steam.” He picks up the remote to the television and flicks a button.

My father stands to the side of me, giving me a clear view of the screen.

Magdalena. Strapped down over a spanking bench. Her wrists and ankles bound, her eyes covered with a black rag. She’s squirming on screen, but at least she’s alone.

But then my father appears.

This is the past. This has already happened. My mouth dries.

The volume is off, so I can’t hear what my father said to her, but more men show up. Five in total.

Somehow, I manage to keep my face blank, at least I hope I do. Andrei is checking for a response from me. I’m too busy memorizing the faces of the men I’m going to kill.

Matvei moves to stand in front of Magdalena and slaps her. My hands fist, but I don’t speak. I watch in silence.

Andrei turns the volume on when Matvei shoves his pencil cock into her mouth. Her screams fill the room, but I still say nothing. I’m plotting. I’m planning. I’m trying not to experience this, but then force myself to.

She experienced it. She felt every thrust, every lash, every drop of their disgusting cum on her body. I’ve heard her cry out from the beltings I’ve given her, from my own savage use of her body, but these are different. These are strangled and horrific.

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