Page 85 of His Coveted Obsession

Nope, this was where I died.

I should’ve listened to that man and stayed quiet and compliant.

Another man, who had his back to me, turned around with a smile on his face. He would’ve looked handsome and kind were it not for the scalpel in his hand and the evil gleam in his eye. I could’ve been projecting that. Extreme fear distorts your world.

“Good afternoon, Thomas,” he said—another Russian. “We have great plans for you. You are going to bring us a lot of money, money that your father owes us, and in the process, do some good in the world.”

“W-what do you plan to do?” I didn’t want to know, but Ihadto know.

He jutted his chin at the men who brought me in. “Gag him, would you? The talking, screaming, and begging get on my nerves.”

“What? No, no, no, no… please. I’ll do anything.”

“Oh, but you are doing whatever we want, anyway. There’s nothing else you can give us to change our minds.”

A leather mask was brought to my face, and in the center of it was a… dildo? I would’ve laughed had I not been blinded by fear. The thick phallus was shoved into my mouth, and the mask was bound tightly to my face, covering my nose and mouth.

“That is better,” the man said, whom I assumed was a doctor of some sort.

“Your youthful organs will fetch a wonderful price. Once we have your sister’s organs, your father will be debt-free unless he continues to gamble, of course. We are more than happy to oblige his addiction until he dies.”

The doctor gently dragged the scalpel across my cheek, down my throat, shoulder, and chest. Tears fell freely now, and it made it hard to breathe as my nose filled with snot and was covered by the mask.

“Your father and men like him are so easy to manipulate and feed into their addiction. Eventually, he will buy drugs from us,and he will do anything to keep his addictions from going dry.Anything. He will soon forget he even had two children.”

He ran his scalpel farther down my body, but he hadn’t cut yet. If this was what they meant by torture, they excelled at it. It didn’t get more terrifying. And they hadn’t even inflicted true pain yet.

My stomach burned from the growing acid, and I tried so hard not to pee on myself.

The door burst open, and a massive man, well over six and a half feet and broad like a linebacker, stepped in. He had light brown hair and a short beard.

He stepped up to me, scanned me up and down, before his brown eyes landed on mine.

“I was just about to start, sir,” said the doctor.

The large man grasped my chin, turned my face back and forth, looking deeply into my eyes. Then he pulled the mask off my face. I gulped down air, filling my lungs with life. I’d been close to passing out, not getting enough oxygen.

“Hmm, I had thought about harvesting your organs, but I think I have got a better use for you. I am certain I could make a pretty little copper penny for you. Sell you off to the highest bidder. You are young and youthful, with soft, supple skin. Men would love to have a taste of you, and for you to be their slave to do with as they wish. Yes, you are quite pretty.”

Another sob escaped me. I didn’t know which was worse, dying from being cut open without anesthesia, or being raped by several men for the rest of my life. And if they took me away, Easton would never be able to find me.

He pulled his eyes from mine and looked at the two men guarding me. “Take him back to his cell. We need to break him down and ensure he is fully compliant. Keep hosing him down, throw him into the freezer if you need to, but no longer than five minutes.” He looked down at me and smiled, which was more terrifying than anything. I knew this man was capable of horrific things. “Five minutes sopping wet will feel like hours.”

“Anything else, boss?”

“He only gets water once a day. I want him dehydrated and starving. After three days, clean him up, feed him, and start his training. I have the perfect client in mind in Moscow.” The man looked down at me and smiled, sending a wave of chills up my spine. “He will have so much fun with you.”

“No!” I couldn’t help myself.

The man’s hand grasped my throat underneath my chin like a viper snagging its prey. He squeezed, and I choked for breath, unable to fight him off, still strapped to the chair.

“Talk again, and you will wear that mask the entire time you are here, and I will have you bound, so you cannot take it off. Are we clear?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He suddenly boomed a laugh and patted my face none too gently. “Very compliant. That is a good start!”

This was going to be my living hell.

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