Page 58 of Delivered to the Devil

With a frustrated grunt, Gabor gets up and paces behind me.

Janos repositions me to lie over one of his arms while resting his other hand on my back.

“Breathe,” he says close to my ear, voice low and soothing like he isn’t going to rob me of the very air he’s now trying to give me. But no matter how absurd, ironic, and hopeless it all is, I can’t resist the effect of his voice. When he starts moving his hand in circles on my back, I’m lost to him. I close my eyes andpull in a deep breath, focusing on the soothing motions and his hand.

“Are we ready?” Gabor asks impatiently, and when Janos doesn’t give him the answer he wants, he leaves the room with an annoyed huff. I wonder why he doesn’t just order Janos to begin anyway. Maybe it has something to do with Janos being here to make sure things don’t derail, or maybe Gabor simply trusts Janos’s judgment, abiding by it when he’s not caught up in his own sadistic lust. After all, he does seem to hold a great amount of respect for Janos.

Leaning over me, Janos whispers in my ear. “I’m gonna help you through this, Rebecca.” He keeps up the circling motions for a moment before saying, “Take a deep breath when I give you a small squeeze.” He flexes his hands on my stomach to demonstrate. “Can you do that? Then it won’t be so bad.”

Won’t be so bad.I almost want to laugh, but I need his comfort more than anything else right now, so I nod.

“Good girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on my hair before sitting back up to call out something in Hungarian.

Janos repositions himself to hold both arms under me as the sound of footsteps approaches. When Gabor enters, I tense every muscle and am close to ruining whatever calm Janos has instilled in me. Once again, Janos saves me, moving his thumbs back and forth over the sensitive skin on my stomach, and my breathing slows back down.

Gabor sinks to the floor behind me and prods a finger at my pussy. “Begin,” he orders.

There’s the tiniest squeeze on my stomach, and I suck in air with a loud breath as I squeeze my eyes shut. And then I fall, headfirst, into the water. The cold bites through my skin, sending a shock wave through my system. I beat wildly at the water, trying to get my head out, but there’s no out. One or two sets of hands—I can’t tell—hold me down. I’m about to expel theair I just pulled in when a large hand grabs mine. I recognize the tight grip of Janos instantly, and when his thumb starts stroking my skin, the panic draws back, and I realize I have enough air to go a little while longer.

I’m about to descend back into blinding panic when Janos releases my hand, but then I’m out of the water. Two strong arms hold me steady right above the surface. I suck in air with a force that has me drawing in the water running down my face. I cough and gasp, cough and gasp, digging my fingers into the arms, praying they’ll keep me above the surface. And they do. Thumbs stroke along my stomach, soothing and reassuring, almost making me forget the fingers between my legs. That part of my body just isn’t important right now.

When I feel another squeeze on my stomach, panic flares in my mind, but with Janos’s words lingering in my head, I manage a deep breath.

I desperately try to hold on to him, but when he releases me, the same arms that saved me are the ones to push me underwater. All sound disappears, muffled by the water oppressive covering my ears. I always thought the sound would be peaceful, shutting out the world and all its chaos, but nothing is peaceful here. It’s cruel and claustrophobic.

Using all my strength, I push against the bottom of the tub to get up, but my strength holds no ground against the unyielding hands on my back. Bitter hatred courses through my veins, but it dissipates the moment Janos pulls me out again. There’s just no way for me to truly hate him. He might be my worst nightmare, but he’s also the only one who can save me from it, and I cling to the latter part because it’s the only thing I have.

This time, I manage to control my breaths a bit more, drawing in small gulps of air between my chattering teeth. My whole body is already shivering, and my hands are weak when I grab on to Janos.

A gasp has me drawing in more water when two fingers jab into my pussy. They pump in and out with a force that shoves my hips into the tub with each thrust, and I thank Janos inwardly as I realize the towels are meant as protection. Soon, Gabor replaces his fingers with his massive cock, but I barely register the painful intrusion as a small squeeze on my stomach draws all my attention to the small task of breathing.

This time, I’m quick to realize that I have enough air to stay underwater for a while, and the panic hovers in the distance as I force myself to stay calm. I notice the hands on my back, and when I don’t fight them, it’s almost like they are just resting there, soothing me, and before my need for air grows urgent, they pull me back up.

Gabor is fucking me now, pumping in and out as Janos keeps dunking me into the water and pulling me out. I always manage to get in a good portion of air before I go under, and Janos always saves me before my need to breathe becomes critical.

I’m shaking from the cold all over, and my mind keeps teetering on the edge of panic, but with Janos’s guidance, I keep my focus on the task of breathing, and somehow this is not the devastating horror show I expected.

But Gabor isn’t happy. Grunting in frustration behind me, he suddenly grabs the back of my neck and shoves my head into the water. With a forceful thrust, he slams me into the edge of the tub, nearly making me open my mouth as the urge to scream claws at my throat.

Without Janos’s warning, I only manage to shut off my airways before going in, and what little air I have won’t last me long. Within only a few seconds, my chest jerks with the need to breathe, but no one pulls me out. Gabor’s hand remains a vise around my neck, and I scratch and claw at it, then flail my hands blindly when it doesn’t work. My breathing reflex is just aboutto set in when strong hands push at me from below, forcing the hand on my nape to let up.

An angry growl slices through the air behind me, and the thrusts within me become punishing.

I’ve barely caught my breath when Janos gives my stomach a small squeeze, and I only manage a feeble inhale before he drops me. I try to find the same calmness as before, but with the shock still pounding through my system and my lungs convulsing with the need to breathe, it’s impossible.

My world narrows to a black pit of panic when Gabor leans over my back, effectively holding me down. I grapple for purchase above the water, and when large hands find mine, I hold on for dear life. It’s a small relief, but when what little oxygen I had in my lungs runs out, I pull free to shove at the bottom with all the strength I have left. But it’s not enough. Nothing is. Gabor doesn’t even budge. It’s like I’m trapped under a boulder.

Panic sets in. I need air.Now.It takes everything I have to subdue the instinct to open my mouth and heave for air. This is the absolute last thing I have any say over—the choice to breathe or not to breathe. But even this isn’t mine to control. My body takes over, forcing my respiratory muscles into action. My mouth falls open, and my lungs suck for the air they need. But there’s no air. Only water. It fills my nose, mouth, and throat, seeping into my lungs. I’ve never experienced anything so horrible—my body betraying me so detrimentally, the feeling of water seeping into my lungs, choking me.

I barely notice that some kind of fight has broken out above me. Arms try to pull me out, but the weight on my back remains, heavy and unmoving. One more expansion of my lungs has more water invading my airways, and my consciousness starts slipping away, like a balloon rising to the sky. I can’t catch it; I can only watch it go.

A few slowed, brutal thrusts shove my hips into the tub’s edge—Gabor coming. And then the weight is gone.

Arms pull me forward, bringing my head out of the water even as my whole body is dragged into the tub—into icy water and a warm body. My knees hit the edge on the way, but I barely register the jolts of pain. I barely register the sharp cold engulfing me as the water claims my body. All that matters is that my head is above water and I can get air into my lungs.

But even that is impossible. The water is also in my lungs.

I’m shoved to my side, and I try to cling to the arm keeping me above the surface while I heave for air without getting any. A massive hand forces my body against its reflexes, slamming down between my shoulder blades, making me spasm with fitful coughs that force the water from my lungs. Suddenly, my airways are clear, and I’m heaving to access precious oxygen—heaving so hard it hurts.

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