Chapter 14 #2
"Please, please, stop. I can't take it!" I begged.
I could hear the smirk in his voice, the sick satisfaction as he continued brutalizing Layla.
"Bacon and eggs, green eyes."
He laughed, then his tone dropped, dark and vicious. "You'll fucking lie there and take it until I say you're done!"
Layla latched onto my hips as if her life depended on it—because it did. I tried my best to relax, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. There was no more pleasure. Only pain, and the fucking bastard fed off every second of it.
Her mouth felt like razor blades scraping over my raw, tortured flesh. A wave of black crept into my vision. I was slipping. Just when I thought I might fucking die, Hector’s voice sliced the air.
"Ugh..ugh, that's it, bitch. Make that nasty ass pull the cum from my balls!!!!."
He let out an animalistic grunt, drove in once more, then collapsed over her back.
Layla's tongue was still working on my clit, making me want to claw her goddamn eyes out.
Finally, Hector pulled out and jumped off the bed.
He turned toward me, grinning, and I had never wanted to kill someone more in my life.
"Enough Layla. I think the little princess has had enough of your filthy tongue all up in her business."
He threw his head back and laughed.
I didn't think it was funny, but I was relieved when Layla pulled away. My legs felt like rubber, flopping to the side.
My breath came in quick gasps.
He pointed at us.
"Up! Go to the table, both of you. It's time for breakfast. You can walk; there is no time to crawl."
His tone was cold and ruthless.
"Layla, you will go back to your room after you eat, and princess," he sneered, "you'll clean and organize this place after your shower."
I took a deep breath trying to calm my overstimulated body before both of us jumped off the bed and headed to the kitchen in silence, taking our regular seats.
Hector followed, settling into his with ease.
My vagina felt slimy and gross. I feared my juices would leave a mark on the cushion, but I didn't dwell on it.
There was nothing I could do about it right now.
I will clean it off later. No one here wants to piss Hector off if we can help it, and even though it was his fault that the cushion may get stained, he would blame me and I'd be squirming under his strap.
That was how things worked around this shithole.
My clit throbbed with pain, making it almost unbearable to sit, but I managed. Then the guards came in, each holding Becca under her arms. My breath caught in my throat.
My best friend was bloody and limping, her body covered in fresh gashes; she was slashed across her face, arms, stomach and legs. They threw her into the chair like a rag doll. She grimaced as she landed, her gaze fixed on the floor, silent.
Hector filled our plates without so much as a glance at her wounds.
The spread before us looked like a delicious feast, and I really wanted to dig in.
My stomach groaned loudly, but I couldn't bring myself to eat.
My jaw tightened as I stared at Becca, her broken body sitting almost lifeless across from me.
I was extremely worried about her.
Hector noticed my hesitation, his eyes narrowing.
"Princess," he said, his voice full of irritation. "You begged me to feed you something other than oatmeal and broth, and now you're just sitting there not eating a damn thing."
He leaned forward slightly, his glare penetrating straight through me. "What seems to be the fucking problem?"
I cleared my throat, hiding my fear.
"I..I'm sorry. Not that I'm not grateful for all the wonderful food," I stammered, "but I am a little alarmed about Becca’s injuries."
He rubbed his chin, his face void of emotion.
"It’s not like she’s going to die," he said flatly. "She’ll be fine. The marks are superficial. She can take care of them in the shower. Now enjoy your breakfast, or I’ll put you back on the shit you've been eating for the last month."
He leaned in closer, his voice hardening.
“I’ve got a few things to discuss with you all anyway, so shut up and fucking eat.”
The threat was real. I wasn’t about to risk being put back on that miserable diet. I shoved the food into my mouth, savoring every bite like it was my last meal on death row. The grease from the bacon coated my tongue, rich and delicious.
My taste buds sprang back to life. The eggs were soft and buttery, comforting. And the toast was crisp, warm, and slightly sweet, sending goosebumps racing across my arms.
Of course, I was still concerned about Becca, but I needed to get something nutritious into my stomach. Not only was I going out of my mind from hunger, but I had to keep up my strength. I knew her injuries weren't fatal, but they were still shocking to look at.
Slash marks, bruises, blood….she was a walking canvas of pain. Eventually, I was heading to the training room too. I could only imagine what was in store for me.
I still didn't understand why Hector kept me here, in his apartment, apart from the others; but dwelling on that question would not bring me peace—just more anxiety.
I glanced at my friend.
She was eating slowly, clearly in pain, but she wasn't resisting what was on her plate. That gave me a sliver of relief. I felt less guilt while swallowing down my breakfast.
Layla ate everything on her plate without looking at Becca once.
She always tried to stay quiet and unnoticed anytime she was in our presence.
I didn't think any less of her because she completely ignored Beck and her injuries.
She had her own problems to deal with. After whispering to me earlier, I knew she was also another one of Hector's victims, just like us.
She wasn't the enemy, and she wasn't a threat.
The asshole sitting across from me was the fucking issue.
Hector cleared his throat, pushing his plate aside.
"Okay, ladies," he said. "It's time to explain what the next steps are for all of you."
His gaze rested on me.
"Becca has undergone more intense training sessions because she has a very wealthy buyer interested in purchasing her, and I want to deliver an excellent product."
I almost choked on my bacon listening to this evil monster.
I felt like I had just gotten punched in the stomach. A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.
"No!"
Pointing at me, he said in an icy tone.
"You shut the fuck up. You'll know your fate in a few minutes. Now keep that mouth quiet or we go back to the broth, and I will fuck you in the ass every night until you can't hold your shit in."
My stomach flipped. Nausea climbed up my throat, threatening to send my breakfast spilling across the table. I gripped the edge of the chair, my knuckles throbbing, doing everything I could to keep from vomiting.
My mind was spiraling.
Over and over, I imagined plunging a knife into his throat and watching his blood paint the damn floor. He was nothing but garbage. A breathing sack of shit in designer shoes.
He turned his attention back to Becca and pointed.
"Let me finish explaining what's going to happen. The man interested in you has peculiar tastes. He’s going to make you bleed.
That's why you've been slashed; you're being conditioned to obey and submit, no matter how degrading or painful your life becomes.
Once you are sold, you will call him master.
He will own you, and your life will be in his hands. "
He rubbed his chin with an annoying, cocky smirk on his face.
"Your test results came back negative weeks ago, so once my doctor puts you on birth control later today, you'll be passed between Juan and Julio for the next fourteen days with no break in between.
I need to make sure you're prepared for what's waiting when you leave here.
Your new master expects a fully trained slave—and I always deliver.
My brothers will use every hole in your body, every day, until you're broken in, and when you're done, you'll thank them. Do you understand?"
Becca didn't speak.
A torrent of tears slipped silently down her face, splashing onto the table. She didn't scream or protest. She just nodded, her voice barely audible.
"Yes, sir, I understand."
His gaze snapped back to me.
"And you, princess." He smiled slowly, cruelly. "You'll stay here, living under my rules, and your new title will be slave. You're no longer just a product, but my personal slave, and I will use and abuse you as much as I want."
My blood turned to ice.
"I've decided you'll be the fresh face of the compound.
The sample my buyers get to taste. Your training starts with me tonight.
We're hosting a masquerade party this week for the wealthy men eager to purchase a personal slave of their own, and I want you primed for them.
They'll sample you, every one of them. And since your results came back clean weeks ago, tonight we start.
You're mine to fuck and torture as I please. "
My stomach sank. I knew this day was coming, but the thought made me sick, regardless.
He nodded toward Becca.
"She will bring in half a million dollars if the gentleman decides he wants her. You would too, green eyes, maybe more, but I want you here. Those eyes of yours are rare, and the men who pay top dollar will love to enjoy that fine pussy and ass; but not before me. I get first dibs."
Then, shifting his eyes to Layla, he added,
"You won't be in my bed for at least a month.
Green eyes will take your place for now, but if I enjoy her, you will only join us when I want you to lick her snatch while I plow your ass.
I don't eat pussy; that's your job. You don't please me as much as you did, so I’ll make sure it hurts more than usual.”
He smirked at Layla.
"I love fucking a good pussy, but your ass is where I enjoy burying my cock because I know how much you hate it, and I love humiliating you. That's what you were trained for."