Page 35 of Delivered to the Devil

I take a step back—straight into Janos’s chest. He flicks the buttons on my shirt open, and I grapple at his thick arms to make him stop, but I might as well be struggling against solid rock. When the scrawny man yanks at my pants, I give up the fight and grab on tightly instead, afraid I’ll fall. But even as hehurts me, Janos never lets me fall. He grips my waist, securing me to his body as my legs fall out from under me. The pain is always deliberate with him—it has been ever since our eyes locked that first night. I should hate him, but I can’t help the irrational feeling of security as I hang in his arms.

The scrawny man struggles to get my shoes off as he has already dragged my pants down. He doesn’t even bother undoing the laces, just tugs, and I squeal as I try to pull my foot out of his painful grip.

“Step aside,” Janos orders his partner, but he just digs his fingers deeper into my shin and pulls harder.

“Ah,” I yelp as he tugs hard on my shoe and it finally comes off, scraping against my skin.

“Get. The fuck. Off her,” Janos demands in a murderous tone that reverberates through the air and makes me freeze even though the reprimand is not directed at me.

The thin man sends Janos a disgruntled look but steps back, nonetheless.

From then on, it’s just Janos and me, trapped in this warped game as he undresses me. I sway back and forth between blind struggling and submissive compliance until he orders the scrawny man to procure a pair of latex gloves and a bottle of lube.

I lock up every muscle.Not that. Not here.He’s never done it on one of these nights—never in front of the vile man.

Janos has to bend my limbs to get me down on all fours. I’m trembling so hard it’s a struggle to support my weight when I hear the crackle of latex. The sound rings terrifyingly familiar to my ears, and the following trickle of lube between my cheeks is like dripping ice, chilling my skin with dreadful recognition.

I want to beg him, but it would only cause more humiliation, so I bite down on my lips and squeeze my eyes shut.

Instead of taking his time prodding and massaging, Janos pushes one thick digit straight in. He has trained me so well he gains effortless entrance despite my tense muscles. He wriggles his finger against my narrow walls a few times as if to test something—maybe to check if I’ve kept up the training—before drawing back out.

Closing his ungloved hand around my nape, he leans in and whispers, only for my ears to hear, “Good girl. In a week, you’ll be able to take a cock without any preparation.”

I let out a choked whimper. I hate the words, but I can’t resist the comfort. I lap it up like sweet milk and let it seep into my body, loosening my muscles and quelling my resistance. My body openly follows his silent directions as he presses his hand to my back to get me to lie flat on the carpet.

The change within me happens so fast it’s a shock to my system when his comforting touch disappears as fast as it came. With a final stroke of his thumb, he leaves my side, and I gulp as I hear him settle on the couch behind me, where I can’t see him. And thus, the waiting begins.

The intermission is worse than usual. Janos has never left me alone like this. No matter if it’s him or the ropes restraining me, he always has a hand on me while we wait. But now, I get to lie here alone on the floor like a dirty, discarded thing. The artificial carpet fibers stick to my clammy skin even as cold goosebumps scatter over my naked body. Fear keeps twisting and turning in my stomach, and when the sound of the front door breaks the silence, my muscles are so tense it hurts.

Sharp clicks of Gabor’s shoes ring out through the apartment, closing in, and the urge to run becomes a raging storm inside my head as the pink carpet swallows the sound. But I can’t move as I feel Gabor’s violent desire crackling in the air as he looms above me. There’s nowhere to go; a failed escape attempt will only make everything worse.

I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my breath as he leans down to trail his soft-skinned fingers along my spine. The gentleness sends a new wave of nausea up my throat. Because I know there’s nothing gentle about the intent. It’s all a hoax. Like his perfect suits, charming smiles, and sweet cards. Like this very apartment.

The deception only lasts a minute before Gabor’s true nature rears its ugly head. The sides of his shoe connect with my inner thighs as he kicks my legs apart, and I yelp as the carpet burns my knees. Slamming the sole to my back, he presses me down, drawing a choked groan from my throat as the air gushes out of my lungs. I dig my fingers into the pink fibers, seeking purchase where none can be found.

I lose my grip as a kick to my hips knocks me to my side. Two more kicks to my thigh and ass have me writhing on the pink plush, and the nauseating color flashes in my vision, making my stomach roil anew.

Gabor growls like a beast as he delivers a kick straight to my stomach. Bile rises in my throat, and I gag and cough, fighting to keep the contents of my stomach down.

Suddenly, Gabor is in my face. “Don’t you fucking dare to retch, or I’ll drag your face through the mess.”

I gulp repeatedly to subdue my gag reflex, and when Gabor delivers a new kick to my thigh, tears brim in my eyes. Another kick and I’m weeping.

“Shut up, stupid whore. You’re nothing,” he snarls as he slams the square toe of his shoe into my thigh. “I don’t care about your fucking whimpering. All you’re good for is taking my cock.”

His words settle like poison in my soul. Without Janos’s hands, there’s no way to repel them. I curl up on myself, becoming as small as possible as I twist and turn, trying to no avail to avoid the sharp kicks. For a short while, I manage toprotect the places where fresh pain flares, but soon, everything is throbbing and aching and all I can do is try to protect my vital parts.

My only consolation is that Gabor isn’t out to harm me. He only uses enough force on my stomach and back to rob me of air and drive the humiliation deeper, whereas he saves the hard kicks for my thighs and ass. But it’s barely a relief. With each strike of his foot, I cry out, and I sink into a sorrowful fit of tears and wails as helplessness settles deep within my bones.

Kicking me onto my back, Gabor tears at my soul with another snide comment. “Dirty little bitch.” He kicks my legs apart like he’s swatting away a fly. “You’re nothing but a worthless little whore.”

A shrill scream bursts from my lips as his shoe slams into my mound. Instinctively, I try to gather my legs, but Gabor has stepped between them and easily delivers another kick.

Blinking my tear-stained eyes, I search the room for something to hold on to. Anything. I find Janos. He’s on the couch, leaning back with his arms folded over his wide chest as he watches Gabor brutalize me. His face is blank. He doesn’t care. But I want him anyway, so I lock my eyes on him.

But I don’t even get to keep this sliver of comfort. When Gabor knocks me onto my side, I lose Janos again.

My world turns into a hopeless void as pain wraps around me and becomes my only friend. I have no idea how long Gabor keeps kicking. It goes on and on.

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