Page 44 of Deviant

“Don’t die, don’t die.” I start repeating over and over like it might mean something. Like I can do anything.

“So caring.” Magnus sneers. “So fucking pathetic. You think this woman matters? You think any of them matters?”

“They’re worth more than you.” I spit back, fighting the furious tears that threaten to erupt.

He throws his head back and he laughs. “You just don’t learn, do you?” he says before pointing and aiming at the woman in my arms. Her head instantly turns to mush. Her face becomes unrecognisable.

Once more I scream, but no noise actually comes out, despite the high-pitched ringing in my head.

“How many more?” Magnus barks. “How many more will I have to kill to make you obedient?”

I shake my head, feeling my tears stream down my face. I can’t let these people die. I refuse to be as selfish as that.

But I also can’t give in either.

My pride is still there.

I won’t simply bend to this monster’s will and become the obedient pet he wants me to be.

Magnus yanks on the lead again, and a girl who must be half my age is dragged into the mess of blood and death around me.

“You do it.” Magnus says and I frown, confused by those instructions before I realise they aren’t meant for me.

The girl reaches forward, grabbing the monstrous dildo and she spreads her thighs, sitting back on her haunches as though it’s a rehearsed position, one she knows well. Slowly, she starts to push it inside herself. Her face screws up, she whimpers as each nasty bit of rubber forces her wider, but we can all see how much the thing is hurting her.

“What a good little slut.” Magnus murmurs. “She’s been such a quick learner these last few months.”

I narrow my eyes, but I can’t look away from the scene in front of me. It’s like a car crash, it’s like an actual horror playing out. The girl is sobbing, but her hips are moving, and she is doing it, she is fucking herself as we all watch.

Will he spare her life? Will he grant her some sort of reprieve after this? Is that why she’s playing along? Perhaps if I knew that was the result, I’d be more inclined to do it myself.

One awful, horrific moment to spare me from more horrors.

“Harder.” Magnus snaps.

The girl whimpers, tightening her grip and picks up speed.

Magnus pulls the trigger, narrowly missing her knee, and she screams in terror with the thing half out of her.

“I said harder, not faster. Learn the fucking difference,” he says.

“Don’t.” I gasp, reaching out, trying to stop her. “You don’t have to do this.”

Magnus laughs, as do the men stood around, watching this all play out. “Yes, she does. Because she knows what the consequences are.”

“What could possibly be worse than this?” I snarl, as a tiny voice in my head tells me that perhaps I can push him enough for me to be on the receiving end of that bullet.

Would I get that lucky? Can I offend him enough in this moment that he’s forced to do it, forced to kill me to save his own pride?

Magnus doesn’t reply. Neither does the girl. No one answers that as if it’s something so horrific no one wants to even contemplate it.

I can see the blood starting to drip from where the toy is doing so much damage. But the girl doesn’t relent, she just keeps raising her hips, slamming it inside her and from the length alone, I know it must be ramming into her cervix.

But her cries do turn to moans. Perhaps she’s faking it, perhaps she’s the world’s best actress, but we can see the way her body is starting to jerk, the way her cheeks are now so flushed. Sheisgetting off despite the pain.

“Harder.” Magnus commands again.

I don’t even know how she can. Her arm doesn’t have the strength. She whimpers, desperately trying to obey and just as she starts climaxing, Magnus does it again.

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