Page 7 of Violent Love: Viktor
The brotherhood was full of men with scars—some visible, some not. It kept us sharp. It kept us loyal.
He did not reply. Just continued with the next steps, walking me through the drugs, the tools, and the methodology for the whole procedure. I listened closely, studying the man.
He was clean-shaven, medium build, with a healthy head of hair, even with strands of grey threading through the black. He never trained with us, so he lacked the muscle, but I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley with a scalpel.
I gave him another glance. Decided he’d have speed on his side.
“Do you want to ask me on a date, Viktor? Because I’m not into rainbow dil—”
“Who the fuck told you about that?” I cut in, feeling the heat rush to my face.“It was theKrolik, wasn’t it?”
“Focus. You’re not here to eye me up,” he said, tapping the scalpel against the bowl.
“Yes, doctor,” I muttered, returning to the task. I focused on getting the second ball out of the scrotum sack, repeating the name of the paralysing drug in my head.
I’d always thought Vadik was a creepy fuck. But after hearing what he’d lived through?
I couldn’t blame him.
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Petrov was nicely tied up on the bed. The flickering lights did not bother us. The main ones only came on when the show was about to begin. I liked how they blinked into the far corners of the darker parts of the room—ominous and theatrical.
“I’ll get the witness,” I said to Vadik, but he simply grunted and straightened the tools on his table.
He had the same rituals for every operation. I could not complain—his presence alone would terrify my new pet, which worked in my favour.
When I reached the cell, I slid the key into the lock. As I turned it, my pulse quickened at the thought of Natalya capitulating to my commands.
For once in my life, I did not care what a woman thought of my scars.
I used to—more than I’d ever admit.
Every fuck had been from behind. Quick. Mechanical. A body to use and discard before she could flinch at the sight of me. Before the pity set in. Or worse, the fear laced with revulsion.
I never kissed them. Never looked them in the eyes. That would have required something human.
They were holes to fill. Nothing more. Like scratching an itch. Because nothing ruined the high faster than seeing my reflection in their expression. That moment when desire died in their eyes.
But this one—mysuka—she would never flinch.
Not once I had broken her in.
She would worship every scar. Every jagged line and dark part of me, thank me for giving her purpose.
For owning her.
When I fucked her, she would look me in the eye and not see a monster.
Only her Master.
I yanked the metal door open. Dressed in black, it took me a moment to spot her. She was curled in the corner of the filthy cell, trying to vanish into the shadows.
Her red, tear-swollen eyes stared at me until she raised a trembling hand to shield herself from the light spilling in.
“Get up,” I snapped, cold and hard, the Pakhan’s words echoing through my head.
She had two choices. Obey and live. Or defy me—and die.
