ASPEN
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
The desk digs into my gut, and every muscle in my arm is tense, cramped with pain.
Shackled in heavy irons, I can’t do anything to give myself relief.
The coarse wood abrades my bare breasts, and I wonder whether they had it created so roughly just to make my life miserable.
Still, there’s nothing to do but surrender and breathe through my mouth since Luther’s burnt gasoline scent makes me gag. And my repulsion only fuels his desire.
Close your eyes. Drift away.
Hiding in the recesses of my mind, I try to remember better days and better scents. Fresh ones. The hot laptop on my back as Luther types scorches my skin. To combat the burn, I imagine crisp snow in the mountains, hints of pine and cedar in the air. Memories of family ski trips all over the world.
As if he can feel my mind wander, Luther presses the computer keys harder, digging the rough underside of it into my back. Biting my lip hard, I refuse to make a sound.
After maintaining my silence for days, I wonder if perhaps I’ve lost the ability to use my vocal cords. The longer I’m here, the more hopeless it becomes. I wish with every fiber of my being I could simply fade away.
Winter. Skiing. Pine trees. The longing to disappear builds within me, but today, sweet oblivion remains out of reach.
The loud clomping of footsteps echoes down the hallway, drawing closer with each booming stride. My muscles snap taut.
The deeply disgusting scent of motor oil seeps under the doorway seconds before it’s flung open. Devlin enters, and I do my best to remain still, disappear into the furniture.
“Getting much work done?” he asks, stepping inside the room.
Devlin’s eyes traverse my body, noting the way I’m hinged over the desk, seated uncomfortably with Luther’s cock deep inside me.
It’s one of his favorite ways of torturing me, but I’m so used to it at this point that I no longer care.
I hate having his filthy hands on me, but at least when we’re still, it doesn’t really hurt.
“I’m trying, but we keep getting hacked.
I suspect the feds are searching for us.
Just keeping our location hidden is testing my skills.
” With a deep sigh, Luther removes the laptop from my back, setting it near the edge of the desk.
Anxiety builds in my veins, knowing his attention is no longer on work.
“I didn’t think they had anyone quite so good, but every time I do research or take care of our banking, everything gets glitchy. Maybe we can have Beatdown bring a new computer when he returns.”
Devlin grunts an acknowledgment, getting closer until Luther reaches out and grabs me by the hair, wrenching me back against his body.
The thick chains around my wrists clink as they’re drawn through the heavy loops.
The loud clang echoes through the room, and he pulls until his mouth touches the series of scars on my neck ominously.
His cock shifts uncomfortably inside me, but I cease to exist, mesmerized by the grain of the wooden table.
In the beginning, I fought hard against them. Every assault, every cock that entered me against my will. And somewhere along the line, I stopped. The futility chipped away at my spirit until it disappeared.
And now I’m someone I don’t know. Someone I despise.
A filthy whore.
Devlin’s gaze flits down my body, his lip curling in disgust.
“I’ll see to it. I’m here for Butterfly.” His eyes fall to the juncture between my thighs where my pussy stretches obscenely around Luther. “When you’re done with her.”
Devlin never fucks me. He tortures me, beats me, burns me with cigarettes, orders my starvation— but the man doesn’t touch me carnally. It’s strange. Although I’m happy to have one less filthy cock taking me regularly, it does make me wonder.
“She’s just keeping my dick warm. It helps with productivity.” I hold in my shudder. “Do whatever you want. Her pussy spasms so beautifully when you torture her. It’ll help me nut.”
Luther’s hand reaches around, absentmindedly plucking at my nipples as though they’re his personal fidget toys.
I guess they are.
My skin crawls at his touch, but I tune it out. Devlin is my main concern now as his eyes light with cruelty, his scent deepening until it makes me want to choke. Something tells me that whatever he has planned is going to hurt.
“Just here to show you a video.” He brings his phone to my face. My mouth goes dry, and I flick my gaze up to stare at the ceiling. Devlin’s cruel fingers dig into my chin. “Watch the movie, Butterfly. It’s one I never want you to forget.”
There’s a splash of color on the screen as he hits the arrow in the center to make it play.
A woman lies beaten on the ground, then a spark before the image goes up in flames.
It’s brutal, but I can’t understand why he’s showing me a snuff film.
Still, I don’t ask, unsure whether I can—even if I cared.
Stay quiet.
“Nothing to say, Butterfly? No tears for your dearly departed eldest sister?” Wilhemina? He replays the video, my eyes locked to the screen as Luther grasps my hips, lifting then dropping me on his cock.
Sick bastard is turned on by this?
The image remains the same, but a growing rage builds within me. What is wrong with these people? Why are they trying to destroy us? Please let this all be a nightmare. I just want to wake up. My heart cracks, then explodes.
“That’s not my sister!” It can’t be.
He chuckles, thrilled with my outburst. “I knew that would get you to speak.”
Luther grunts behind me, pumping faster. His cock batters my aching insides, but the pain in my pussy is nothing compared to the one splitting my soul in two.
“Fuck yeah. Tell her more. Her cunt’s strangling me.”
A sob pulls from my raw throat.
Instead, Devlin presses a button on his phone, then puts it on speaker and places it on the desk.
“Boss. Did you like my film?”
“Yes, Beatdown. You’ve done a very good job. I’m pleased with the results. And you’re sure she’s deceased?” Devlin asks, driving the wedge of despair in deeper.
“The bitch is dead. Nearly took a chunk out of me, but I fucking got her in the end. By the time the fire’s through with her, they’ll need dental records to prove who she is.”
The tears keep flowing. Knowing my sisters were out there, looking for me. Remembering me. That’s what’s kept me sane all this time.
Now, Willow, my big sister. My fierce protector, our glue—she’s gone. Sob after sob shakes my body, but Luther doesn’t let up. He just fucks me harder with each pained gasp.
“Good job. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but this is acceptable,” Devlin drones on, barely audible over the screaming in my ears. “One down, two to go.”
“If you want me to keep going, I’m going to need a new crew. The Hellbent destroyed my current one.”
Luther pumps faster. His knot begins to swell, but he doesn’t push it inside, instead using it to abrade the lips of my sex.
“We’ll figure it out. For now, fly in, and we will deliver your bonus.” Devlin ends the call, eyes devouring my brokenness.
“Accept the bond, Aspen. Or we’ll keep killing them. One. By. One.”
Luther roars his release, cock twitching before emptying inside me. Now done, he throws me over the desk and allows his seed to pour from between my legs. He slaps me hard on the ass, then leaves me hanging there as he stands.
“This is all your fault,” Devlin sneers as they walk through the door. Tears sting my eyes as my heart cracks, and Luther’s sticky cum trickles down my legs.
All my fault.