Page 110 of Bratva Knight

The groan of the metal door slowly swinging open woke me from a very uncomfortable sleep. After Franco left, I had expended all of my energy trying to get free. It was completely useless. I was never getting out of there. He’d done a very good job in ensuring my capture. My head hung forward, a painful ache shooting up the side of my neck when I tried to lift it.

Time was distorted in that room, and I had no idea how much of it had passed. All I knew was that my entire body hurt from being suspended like that. The restraints dug into my skin so painfully, I could feel the bruises. Any time I so much as twitched, pain shot through me, enough so to make me suck air in between my teeth.

My eyes drifted up to the men who’d walked into the room. I blinked, trying to clear the haziness of my vision and see through the darkness.

“I don’t know about this, Dario,” a male voice whispered. “You heard what Franco said. She’s not to be harmed.”

“Relax, Fabroni. We’re not going to hurt her. We’re just going to have a little fun with her. What Franco doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” Footsteps echoed around me, getting closer and closer. A face stepped into the light and my whole body ran cold.

It was the man I’d seen with Franco—the one who had been staring at me like he was mentally undressing me with his eyes. Dread filled me. There was no good reason why he was in there—especially without Franco. I tried to keep a hold on the panic that coursed through my veins but it was almost impossible when that thick, metal door slammed shut, locking me in the room with them.

Two men appeared behind him, one on his left and one on his right. The one on the left looked like he didn’t want to be there. His eyes kept darting to the door and back, unease literally wafting off him. He was young, with short, red hair, pale skin and deep brown eyes. The other man was older, and seemed perfectly fine with what was about to happen. And I knew what that was.

“You don’t want to do this.” My voice was strong despite the fear running through me. The thing that scared me the most was that there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to fight back. If I wasn’t restrained, at least I could make it hard for them. Fight them. Hurt them. But all I could was lie there, completely helpless.

“Oh, I think we do.” Dario licked his lips. “It doesn’t have to hurt, you know. If you don’t fight, you could even enjoy yourself.” He ran his finger down the side of my face. His touch repulsed me. “Such soft, pretty skin.”

I turned my head and latched my teeth down on his finger, biting hard. Blood filled my mouth and he screamed out a curse. He tried to pull it away but I just bit down harder, trying to fucking bite it off.

The older man came rushing over and placed a blade right at my throat. “Let him go,” he hissed.

I bit down harder.Is that bone I feel against my teeth?

I’d rather they fucking killed me than do what they were about to do. Dario screamed out again, took the knife from the other man and hit me with the bottom of the hilt right in the face.

I cried out, and his finger slipped from my mouth.

“You fucking bitch!” He struck me again, his fist connecting with the side of my jaw. Pain rocked me and I groaned, my body sagging.

Dario started pulling down my pants.

“I-I don’t think we should do this,” Fabroni whispered, shaking his head and stepping back.

Dario turned and pointed the knife at him. “Don’t be such a fucking pussy! You want to die a virgin? Huh? Look at this.” He cupped my pussy and I thrashed angrily, ignoring the bite of pain from the restraints. “It’s right here, Fab. Right fucking here. You can take it, and finally see what it feels like to come in something nice and warm and tight.” He turned back to me. “You’re tight, aren’t you?” Then he shrugged. “You don’t have to answer that. I’ll find out in a second.”

“You’re all going to fucking die!” I roared as he cut my underwear off my body. My bottom half was now completely bare.

Dario laughed, beginning to undo his belt. “What canyoudo, huh? You’re all tied up. You can’t even stop us, let alone kill us.” He stepped forward, his body pressing against mine. His lips were at my ear and he whispered, “From the moment I saw you all tied up on this table, I knew I’d have you. You’re just too pretty, I can’t help it. Especially when you’re all tied down like this, just begging to be taken.” His tongue ran over my skin as his hands gripped my thighs, pushing them further apart, no matter how much I tried to fight it. “You’ll like it. Trust me. They all do.”

Prepare yourself, Tatiana.I refused to cry. I wouldn’t give him the fucking satisfaction. And fighting seemed to do nothing but turn him on more, so I stayed perfectly still.

Prepare yourself.

I turned my head away and closed my eyes.Think of something else. Anything else. Don’t—

Boom!

My eyes snapped open. Was that…an explosion?

Gunfire and screaming came next. Dario growled in frustration and turned to look at Fabroni. “Go see what’s going on.”

The young man nodded and bolted out of the door, shutting it behind him.

“Maybe we should stop,” the older man said, looking a little uneasy.

“Fuck that,” Dario spat. “I’m getting what I came for. It’s probably nothing. Just the soldiers fucking around or some shit.” I felt something hard wedge itself between my legs. I screamed out in anger and disgust. Repulsion was a thick, heavy pressure, swimming inside of my stomach. I was going to throw up. I was sure of it.

Dario laughed. “I won’t be long. Then you can have a turn—”

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