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“Everyone has a breaking point, Kukla. Everyone,” he remarks. “You know what would make you prettier?”

“What?” I sigh.

“A new piercing,” he says as he walks to the other side of the room. When he returns, he lays a series of tools beside me on the bed. I close my eyes because I don’t want to know what heis doing. I figure out fast when he starts cleaning my nipples. I yelp when he suddenly clamps my nipple and shoves a needle through. He quickly switches it out for jewelry before moving to my other nipple. He repeats the process, and I sigh in relief that it doesn’t hurt as badly as I thought it was going to. “Once you’re acclimated and I have properly broken you in, we will pierce your clit, hmm?”

“Why?” I ask quietly.

“Because I like playing with my toys,” he says. “Despite what you might think, I will break you and eventually you will willingly bow at my feet. They all do. I fully intend to acclimate you as my wife, which means I will frequently fuck you and you will always come for me. I’m the only one who will ever be inside you ever again. If anyone ever touches you, you tell me. Understand?”

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask, opening my eyes. “If I am just property, why do you care if I want you or not?”

“Because if you want me, you’ll never leave me,” he smiles. “That doesn’t mean I’m not afraid to kill you. If you disrespect or disobey me, then you will be punished harshly. If you try to run, you will die. If you are a good girl, you will be rewarded.”

“Okay,” I say simply.

He chuckles before stepping back and undressing. Once he is naked, he gets on the bed and settles between my legs. He grabs lube from the nightstand and coats my pussy with it. I find a spot on the ceiling and stare at it as he leans in and slowly pushes into me. He is big, almost as big as Talon, and it makes my bodytense. “My pretty little kukla,” he groans. “You’ll beg for this one day.”

“I don’t want you,” I say through gritted teeth.

“You’ll forget all about your husband,” he says as he slowly fucks me. “You’re mine forever, Kukla. When I fuck you, you come or be punished. Understand.”

“Fucking sick bastard,” I choke out.

He chuckles before slamming into me and making me gasp loudly. Instead of talking, he fucks me hard. Harder than I ever thought he was capable of. What is it with these freaks and rabbit fucking me? I can’t breathe the way he moves. He has found a spot inside of me that makes my pussy tighten around him, and it’s disgusting. It’s fucking vile the way he forces it out of me.

“Come for me, Kukla,” he grunts. “Come or die. There are a thousand different girls just like you for me to break.”

“I hate you,” I cry as it starts to surface. “Fuck, I hate you. I hate you.”

“Oh, Kukla. You can’t hate me while coming on my cock,” he says before leaning down and biting my neck. He continues to suck and nibble until everything explodes. I am instantly ashamed of myself when I arch off the bed and moan loudly. I can’t make it stop. I don’t want this, and he knows it. He doesn’t care. He is the fucking devil and this is hell. What in the fuck did I do to deserve this?

Chapter Nineteen

Delaney

One Week Later

I’m going to losemy goddamn mind if someone doesn’t come in here and talk to me. When we got to that safe house, Sergei spent hours endlessly fucking me. The man must be on drugs because how can he come so many times? He would take a while to chill out and torture me with his fucking hands before going right back at it. I was so exhausted and weak that when we left that I passed out in the SUV. The next thing I know I am tied to a couch on a jet, and we are in the air. I suppose that was a part of the plan all along though. I can’t fight back or run if I’m too fucking exhausted to keep my eyes open. The flight took fucking forever and I stayed tied to the couch unless he took meto the restroom. He fed me by hand, held a drink for me to have water, and even wiped my ass, but he never once spoke to me. If he did, it was to someone else and in Russian.

When the flight landed, I was moved to another SUV and we drove for upwards of four hours before finally stopping at a house on a massive piece of property. I was taken inside and up to the third floor before he locked me in this fucking room. It has a regular bed, a desk with a notebook and a pencil, and a bathroom full of anything I will need. There is a small door at the bottom of the main door where they slide food to me. I refused to eat for the first three days, but then eventually caved when I realized no one was coming in. I am fairly certain they are drugging me, but that could be my paranoia.

I’m counting the days in my notebook and today is day seven. I write letters to Talon because I’m hoping that one day he will get to read it. I suspect that he will just get to read the breakdown of my mind because I feel like the walls are talking to me. I wish I was joking, but I’m not. I hear whispers and laughter, and I know it’s in my head. I thought that once they got to where they were going, I would just be beaten and raped repeatedly, but being secluded from everyone is far worse. I would happily go back to Logan any day to avoid being alone.

Day 7

Talon,

I think the walls are making fun of me. Is that crazy? Of course it’s crazy. I’m so goddamn alone and I miss you so fucking much. I never realized just how much I love you guys until you’re not here for me to tell you. I miss your laugh and the way you guys tease me. I miss waking up in your arms and that way you would cling to me all night for comfort through your nightmares. I never realized that I got just as much comfort from you until I was alone in bed without anyone to hold me.

I’m trying so hard to hold on to to hope, but I just want to jump out of the fucking window. It’s not even locked. I wonder if that’s intentional? I just want peace and I’m so fucking afraid that I’m going to find it when he breaks me. I will do just about anything for some kind of human contact, even if it’s just violence.

I don’t know how I’m going to come back from this if you do find me, but I mostly hope that you find happiness without me. You don’t deserve the stress of having to search the world for me. I pray that all of you find a woman that you can collectively love and cherish as much as you did to me. I want you to move on because maybe this will hurt less if I know that you have found the way to live without me.

That is the thing, though. I know you. I know you are devastated, confused, angry,and sad. I know you are so fucking sad that you don’t know how to function. I know that Jude, Adam, Tony, and Chris are carrying you through this and trying to give you hope. They are truly fucking angels, and I know they will get you through this. I don’t know if you will ever get to read the things that I’m writing to you, but if you have given up, I’m not mad at you. It’s okay, and I still love you. I will always love you, no matter what this bastard does to me. No matter how much he breaks me, some part of my mind will still remember just how fucking happy you make me.

Forever,

your Little Flower

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