Page 80 of Wicked Oath

“Alive. Yes, it was time stamped for about… well, when you two were fucking.”

“Which is kinda weird,” Chris adds.

“Why?” I ask.

“It’s easier if you just watch the video,” Jude says. “The first video is Grim raping her. It was brutal and she fought but… this is a lot different.”

“Is she hurt?” Ashley asks.

“No… But she is broken. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her or anyone look so dead inside,” Jude says. “She is willing and consenting, but… it’s not the Delaney we know.”

“Just show me,” I sigh. He hands me my phone and Ashley steps beside me with the sheet wrapped around her to watch it.

When the video starts playing, only a man is visible. He is sitting on a couch, and it looks like this is a security camera. “How are you, Master?” I hear Delaney asks before entering the view of the camera. She is naked, malnourished, and covered in scars. They cover her back, bottom, and legs. Some are older than others, but they are all mostly healed. Her blonde hair is dull and lifeless, as is everything about her. I can see that her nipples are pierced too. She has a tattoo on her left ass cheek. It says something, but I can’t make it out.

“I am well,” the man remarks with a heavy Russian accent as he looks her up and down. “You?”

“I’m better now,” she says with a forced smile as she sinks to her knees in front of him. “May I help you relax, Master?”

“I suppose so,” he says, leaning back. She doesn’t hesitate to pull his dick out and take him down her throat. Her movements are lackluster, but to anyone else she seems eager. I know my wife, and this is not her.

“My pretty little Kukla,” he groans and pushes her down on him.

“What does that mean?” Ashley asks.

“Doll,” I say flatly. “He’s calling her a doll.”

“Rude,” Ashley frowns.

This act goes on for a while before he stops her and pulls her into his lap. “Take your pleasure, Kukla. Make your master proud.”

“Anything for my master,” she says with a blank look on her face as she lowers herself onto him, immediately moaning. I close my eyes and sigh heavily. Jude rubs my back as a way to tell me he understands. I open my eyes again to see her riding him hard and fast. She is moaning wildly, but she is still devoid of real emotion.

“That’s my girl,” he groans and starts rubbing her clit as she bounces on him. “Come for me, Kukla.”

“Oh, God. Yes, Master. Please,” she moans. She is doing every bit of the work, and he seems to believe that she is coming, but she’s not. I know my girl, and that is not her coming. She continues her fake moans until she groans deeply as he comes.

“Good girl,” he pants. “Such a good girl.”

“Thank you, Master,” she says as she moves from his lap to the kneel in front of him.

“I am proud of how far you’ve come, Kukla,” he says as he tucks himself away. “What do you think about coming on vacation with me this summer?”

“Really?” she asks, perking up. “You trust me?”

“Do you want to stay here with me?” he asks. “Have you accepted being in my home?”

“Yes,” she says. “I have nothing left for me back in America. I want to learn Russian and acclimate better.”

“Then we will go on vacation,” he says with a smile, cupping her cheek. “Go make my meal and prepare a serving for yourself. You’ve earned it.”

“Thank you, Master,” she says happily, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Kukla. Go clean up and make us food,” he says, shooing her off. She jumps up and walks out of the room. He watches her leave before looking up at the camera. “Looks like she enjoys her new life,” he remarks simply. The video cuts off and I am at a loss for words.

“Talon, I’m—“ Jude starts to say.

“What has he done to my little flower?” I look up and ask him.

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