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“Why am I here?” The words sounded vulnerable and relayed the level of fear that was coursing through my brain.
The man squatted in front of me and placed his hands on my knees as he smirked at me. My brain was swimming and my heart was racing as he gave me a smile. It reminded me of a shark, and I knew, deep down, I was about to become his prey.
“You belong to me now, little bird,” he explained, and I felt my forehead wrinkle in confusion.
“I . . . I can’t belong to you,” I tried to reason, only to have the words come out meek and shy.
“I think she’s ready,” another man from the group remarked and the man in front of me began to rub his thumbs over the inside of my knees as my body seemed to stop cooperating with me.
“Who . . . who are you?” I asked as the man stood from in front of me.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned over, whispering in my ear, “My name is Adrik Volkovs, but you can call me ‘Master’.”
Even through the slight haze from the champagne, I knew who he was. His father was over my father and the brutality of their family was an open secret. Tears built in my eyes, and I tried to shake my head in protest as he stood and snapped his fingers to the men behind him.
Adrik stepped away from me as two men approached and, without any effort, hoisted me up from the chair from under my arms. Trying to fight against them, I was no match for their brute strength as they practically dragged me to the end of the table where Adrik now stood, looking like the ruthless killer he was.
“Here, boss?” one man asked, almost unsure, and Adrik nodded without taking his eyes off me.
Tears were streaming down my face as I pleaded with them, knowing my request was futile. “Please don’t do this. Please.”
They couldn’t care less about my pleas as they shoved me against the table and one of them gripped the back of my neck, pushing me forcefully to the surface. I tried to fight, refusing to let him do whatever he was planning. The men held me down on the table, and I was powerless against the impending assault as Adrik stepped up behind me.
I felt his hands caress my upper thighs and buttocks as I attempted to wiggle away from his touch, telling him to stop. “Let me go. My papa will be angry if you touch me.”
My protest drew a chuckle from Adrik as he slipped my dress onto my back, exposing the lace panties my father insisted I wear tonight. At that exact moment, I realized my father had set me up for what was about to happen, and I vowed, even if it was the last thing I did, I was going to kill him.
Two men kept me pinned to the table as I tried but failed to get away from the situation, and the other men sat down at the table, watching with a sick gleam in their eyes. Each sipped on a drink as my panties were ripped away from my body. Tears fell from my blue eyes and puddled on the polished wood under my face.
With a burst of energy, I tried to break free from the men’s hold on me, only to have them shove my face harder against the wood and their grip on my arms to increase to the point of pain. My crying increased as Adrik slipped his fingers into me, forcing me onto my toes in an attempt to avoid the foreign invasion.
“Stop. Please, please, stop,” I begged as he continued his penetration of my body without remorse.
He kicked my feet apart and I felt him press himself closer to my nakedness. My vision was watery from the streaming tears as something cold dribbled down the crack of my butt and down to my virgin womanhood.
His fingers began to pump in and out of me with less resistance, and after a few moments, I felt him retract the digits. A body pressed up against me and something warm and hard began to rub against me.
“Hold her still,” Adrik instructed to the men, and they pushed harder onto my body, restricting any movement from me.
A sudden, painful move by Adrik and I felt him penetrate me. I screamed into the banquet room and my cries echoed throughout the space as he pumped into me harder and faster.
The men released their hold on me as my will to fight disappeared. There was no way I was going to stop him, and I felt myself slipping into a darkness that gave me comfort from the horrors he was inflicting on me.
I think he felt the fight going out of me because he gripped into the back of my dark brown curls and wrenched my head up, forcing my back into an arch. He was grunting behind me as he pulled me closer to him and suddenly yanked the top of my dress down, exposing my naked breasts to the men watching my pain.
His liquor-scented breath filled my nostrils as he leaned his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “Look at them, little bird. Wishing they could have a piece of you for themselves. They see your perky titties and can only imagine how tight your pussy is.”
He pumped slow, hard strokes into me, forcing my breasts to bounce with each thrust, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the men watching my most humiliating moment. I don’t know what’s worse—my father allowing it to happen, the men watching it happen with a feral look in their eyes, or this man taking the virginity of a young girl without remorse.
“Fuck, she’s virgin tight,” Adrik announced from behind me as he pumped in and out, forcing my thighs against the edge of the table. “Get him.”
One of the men raised his hand into the air, and a moment later, I hear voices behind me.
“Now that you’ve tested her out, do we have a deal?”
The voice belonged to my father, and I died inside. He was watching the man take from me, and now, they were discussing his violation like I was a car they were negotiating over. There was no way I would ever be the same after this.
“Fuck, that’s it. Oh, yes. I’m going to come,” Adrik grunted, and his hands gripped hard onto my hips as he began to slam into me, ramping the pain to almost unbearable.
