Page 67 of Deviant

“We’ve got hours yet.” Grey hair laughs. “You don’t have to blow all your load at once.”

I shut my eyes, I force myself to pretend, to breathe and it’s like my mind does that shift again. Everything flickers as if this were a movie screen and not reality.

I blink rapidly trying to figure it out, but it’s like my mind withdraws, retreats.

Oh, I’m still here, still enduring this. Still being raped.

But I’m floating, too. I’m above it. Witnessing it. Watching the horror play out as if I were some sort of ghost and not part of this at all.

I can still feel the pain, I can still feel every awful thrust, but it’s different now.

I gasp, blinking, as my eyes seem to lose focus. My body slumps, my heart seems to slow just a little. I can still feel the panic and the fear but it’s also almost calm now. It’s as though my mind has wrapped me up, taken me away and is protecting me the only way I know how.

Tattoo man comes, filling my arse and when he pulls out, it drips down onto my thighs.

Grey hair keeps going longer, clearly enjoying the moment now that he’s got me all to myself. He manoeuvres my body around, pushes me onto my back, and starts calling me morenames, spouting more degrading insults about what a whore I am while the others cheer and join in.

He pushes my legs apart, and then forces his entire fist into my arse.

“Fucking slut. Not so tight now, are you?” he states as he starts penetrating me over and over and over.

Tears stream down my face. My body rocks back and forth, and with every brutal thrust, my breasts protest so excruciatingly. When I glance down, I can see they’re no longer red. They’re blue now, almost black. Will they fall off? Will my nipples shrivel up and die? Is it even possible to survive such a thing?

Just as my panic starts to soar again, my mind steps in and that haze takes me.

I stare up, unblinking at the ceiling. It’s so much higher than it should be. These rooms must be twice the height of a normal one. I don’t even understand what this place truly is. What its purpose is, why would the Brethren need such a hell as this anyway?

“Make her come.”

The words linger, hang about me. Every time Magnus tried before I would fight, I would do everything to stop it, but this time I’m not worried. I know my body is too damaged and too broken for there to even be a chance of it.

“Come, you whore.” Grey hair’s fingers pinch my clit, I can feel him trying to get me off, but it does nothing.

I stare on. My body takes the pain and the abuse, but I don’t respond. I just lay there. After all, isn’t that what Magnus wanted? Isn’t that what he ordered after he shocked me? That I wasn’t allowed to fight, that I wasn’t meant to retaliate in any way.

I guess he got his wish. I guess this is his victory.

Right now, I don’t care. Right now, on some level I feel almost at peace. My mind is free, my mind is saving me.

A slap to the face jolts me just for a second and then I slip back under.

Grey hair starts picking up pace. It’s clear the man is finally there. When he comes, he pulls out, covering me in his semen, smearing it over my body and then he pulls his hand out of my arse, wiping my blood all over my skin too.

I don’t move. I just lie there, with all my bodyweight now pushing down on my arms cutting off even more of the blood supply.

Three of them have had some fun. There are three left. Will they do the same? Will they tag team it? What if they want something else? What more could I possible endure?

Magnus bends down beside me, grabbing my jaw. As he moves my head to look me in the eyes, I still don’t react. I still give him nothing.

He mutters something. I don’t know if it’s meant for me or for them, but no one replies.

He says something else and Antonio answers. Magnus smirks, his eyes illuminating like he’s just had an idea.

He steps back, Antonio reaches down, hauling me up and I slump against him, hoping that at least my blood will ruin his fancy suit, if nothing else.

Magnus strides away, picks something up and puts it into the fireplace.

When he comes back, he grabs my face again.

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