Page 61 of Born in Depravity

He let out a sigh. “I warned you,kotyonok.”

My struggle amped up. I tried to twist my body away, but Mikhail climbed on the bed and straddled my middle. He didn’t bear his weight down on me, but he was in the way so I couldn’t roll over.

A small cry escaped my lips.

Mikhail looked back at me, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling from those lifeless eyes. I turned my head away and closed my own eyes. Mikhail did something to the bar that I couldn’t see, but it expanded, spreading my legs out even more. Tears seeped out from my closed eyelids when I felt his warm hands on me.

I heard a snip, snip, snip noise and I felt my pubic hair lifted and cut. I didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or self-conscious. I bucked my hips and he pressed down on me.

And I …

I couldn’t move.

The fight drained out of me.

I stopped struggling as the tears continued to fall.

He would do whatever the fuck he wanted with me, and I was powerless to stop it.

I didn’t know how.

I was powerless.

Power? He’d said I had power.

What a fucking joke.

I fucking hated him. Him and Damien and Nikolay.

He climbed off me and stood at the side of the bed. I didn’t open my eyes to watch him. I didn’t want to see anything.

I wasn’t here. I couldn’t be.

This was all a dream.

A fucking nightmare.

The feel of the warm wax on my mound had me tensing. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry from the tears. Mikhail placed a white strip on top of the wax before gently wiping my tears away.

More tears fell.

I wished he would stop.

Stop being cruel, then gentle with me. Stop giving me hope only to shatter it into a million little pieces in the same breath. I couldn’t take it.

His thumb moved down the side of my face.

“Shh, little one. I’ll be quick.”

He pulled the strips off. I let out a cry in pain.

He soothed me with his words, his touch, but he never stopped.

Strip after strip. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before, but it was nothing compared to my humiliation, which only magnified when he grabbed the bar and pulled up, forcing my knees to lift and expose myself even more to him. I felt the wax on my back end.

The muscles there tense and Mikhail looked back at me.

“Relax,kotyonok, this is the easy part.”

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