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I guess this was always coming from the first day she walked out into the theatre.

The Black Room had plenty of things to use, all of them harsher than Selena could take. She was a masochist, but not a deep one. She liked an edge of pain—and enough of one that it satisfied me and made my cock hard at the thought of whipping her ass or spanking her pussy till she screamed.

This wouldn’t be the pleasurable pain. The real kind I’d already done everything to avoid.

“Strip her,” I said, not looking back. Every step closer to the room allowed me to sink into the place I needed to be. I would do this. I would hurt my Omega to protect every other Omega in the world, and I could only hope I would be whole at the end of it.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

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SELENA

Nick’s arms were unyielding as they pulled me into the empty club. I yanked against his hold, but I already knew too well there wasn’t anything I could do to overcome their strength.

We went into a room I hadn’t visited before.

Thank god, because it looked like a torture chamber.

Oh.

Shit.

Sebastian looked at me. “Sure you don’t want to tell us?”

God, if only it were as simple aswantingto tell them something. If it were the only thing that mattered I would have spilled my guts when I’d first been on my knees in the theatre, sucking Derek’s cock. The only thing I knew was Anna was relying on me, and I only had so much time.

Nick guided me toward the back of the room, toward something I didn’t recognize. Somewhere between a sawhorse and a triangle. The legs were adjustable.

“Do you know what this is?” Nick asked as Seb glanced at me and went about lowering the wooden triangle thing.

“No.”

His hand tightened on the back of my neck. “Now isreallynot the time to forget your manners, Selena.”

I shuddered. “No, Master. I don’t know what it is.”

“This,” Derek said, “is a pony board.”

The name didn’t give me any clues to what it did or what it had to do with me. The three of them seemed to think it was going to open my mouth. And maybe it would. I knew there was only so long I could withstand actual torture. But I had to try.

For Anna.

Nick moved me, arranging me to stand over the triangle they’d lowered nearly to the ground. “I’ve never heard of a pony board, Master.”

“Well,” Nick said. “You’re about to get an up close and personal lesson about what they’re like.”

He attached my cuffs to a dangling chain, and Seb pulled on it, yanking my arms over my head. The chains pulled my hands higher, raising me on my toes. High enough that I had to focus to balance, not high enough to take any of my weight.

Seb’s eyes were cold as he secured the chain there. Already my legs were shaking. I wouldn’t last long in this position, which was what they were hoping for, of course. That coldness took on a feral gleam as he bent down and raised the skinny wooden triangle between my legs. The edge of it was rounded, not sharp. But it was still thin enough that it looked painful.

He raised it until the thin edge of wood rested directly on my clit, and locked it. I still wasn’t sure what this was supposed to do, but the way they were looking at me right now—like I was the enemy—I didn’t like it. Even being their… slave, I missed the tender moments and amusement in their eyes. The small signs that showed me they were human and not just monsters.

“Why do you think it’s called a pony board?” Seb asked. “You may answer.”

He went to the wall, where a frightening amount of things were displayed, from canes to whips and sharper things I couldneverimagine anyone could ever use for pleasure. Picking up a cane so thin I could barely see it, he walked around me so I couldn’t see him.

“I honestly have no idea, master.”

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