Five
The men immediately tighten their grips on me, the fear of their own Boss keeping them in line. But Antonio’s mere presence isn’t enough to jolt them into action when Varius’ wrath will be coming for them if they do.
As Sadist moves aside, Antonio takes his place between my legs. If he were human or a witch, my eyes would be on his hands, checking for weapons, for the upcoming strike. But he is a werewolf, and he doesn’t need his hands to deal damage. His teeth will work just as well.
So my eyes stay on his, meeting his approach with false bravado. I sneer at him, injecting laughter and certainty into my words. “He’s going to kill your entire Family.”
“They’re already dead,”
he says as he passes something to Sadist. My eyes dart down to their hands to see what it is. I jerk on a scream, now fighting like a hellcat, violent curses and threats spewing from my lips.
Laughing, Sadist raises the phone.
The holds on my arms and legs suddenly lift as the men step back, away from the angle of the camera. A few turn to hide their faces, and I clock them even in my wild fury, in my raw desperation to escape. If they’re hiding their faces, that means they fear identification; it means they might have something or someone Varius can get to to hurt them.
But my attention is on Antonio right now. On sitting up and swinging my elbows into his face, on doing anything I can to get him to stop. I open my mouth to call on the dark magic that swarms around every witch, that fills our souls and sings siren’s songs when we are at our lowest, our most desperate.
I was there when Antonio first ripped my baby from my womb. I pulled back when I realized calling on dark magic might end up killing every Shadow brother. It could choose them as the blood sacrifice as I’m not experienced enough to control it.
But I’m back at my lowest point.
At my most desperate.
Because if Varius sees the video of my rape, it’ll break him. Break me.
I’d rather risk trying to find him in the next life, hoping that our bond is strong enough to pull us together across all the worlds and timelines even though it isn’t finished. Even though there’s no guarantee – hel, not even a good chance that we’ll ever find each other again.
Because I can’t bear the thought of my husband seeing me this weak and helpless. Can’t bear him witnessing my shame. My body’s eventual betrayal.
So I open my mouth to sacrifice the entire fucking world if I have to.
But Antonio’s hand wraps around my neck and slams me back down onto the table. My attack did nothing but cause more pain to flare up my arms. And yet, I still try, bucking against him and slapping at his hand as he calmly cuts off my air. He stares down at me, cold and efficient, until my head goes fuzzy and my limbs drop, unable to defy biology.
Then he loosens his grip just enough for me to breathe but not speak. He wants me conscious, wants me to suffer for the video, and my heart slams around in my chest.
“Fuck, look how hard her nipples are,”
Sadist purrs as he reaches forward to pinch the one closest to him. Tears burn my eyes as I struggle to inhale. “All that adrenaline has got her wet.”
No, it hasn’t, I want to say.
He’s lying.
I don’t want this.
But I can’t say anything due to the damage to my larynx. Can’t defy biology purely because I will it.
When Antonio casually raises his free hand, Sadist pulls back. This alpha doesn’t need to speak for his orders to be heard. He holds up one finger, and it shifts into the claw of his werewolf form; being over two hundred years old, he’s mastered the ability to change only parts of himself at will.
Then he lowers his claw to my stomach.
It’s sharp, more like a knife, not quite a scalpel, and as his other hand pins me down, only allowing me the smallest amount of air, the bare minimum to not pass out, he starts to carve into my flesh.
Agony hits me hard as he slices me apart. I want nothing more than to flinch away, but I can’t move. Can’t fight. I can only lie here and bear the pain.
The cuts burn. The agony builds. My brain begs me to dissociate, to separate my mind from what they’re doing to my body, but I can’t. I need to be fully aware to try to get a message to my husband. Because despite what I said about him tracking me through our bond, I know he can’t feel me. His hybrid curse is eating the blood I gave him, making it impossible for him to feel the bond at all.
So I need to get some messages through the recording and make one good thing come from this horror.
As Antonio continues to carve into me, I lift my left arm and cover my face like I can’t bear to watch. Normally, I’d sign a message with my fingers, but the damaged tendon in my wrist denies me. So I use my whole arm to point at the man beside my head. He turned away earlier, but now he’s back, pulled in by his own dirty arousal. Hopefully, he’s in view of the camera.
Find him and you’ll find me.
Save me, Varius.
Fucking save me before I die in here.
For one moment, I curse him in all the colorful words I know, in all the hatred for him I suddenly feel. If he hadn’t tortured me, I’d still be able to control my magic. I would have a chance at escaping.
So fuck you, Varius.
Fuck. You.
I hope you can feel my pain watching this.
I hope it fucking breaks you for what you did to me.
This is all your fault...
I scream inside my mind, hating him, blaming him. All the agony and the pain and the anger I have been keeping down for these last four weeks as we’ve worked through his betrayal erupts inside of me.
And I hate him.
I hate him so fucking much for what he did to me.
But then I clench my teeth tight and squeeze my eyes as hard as I can because I can’t let those thoughts destroy me. Can’t break my own mind while Antonio and his wolves break my body; I won’t survive it.
And I want to survive.
I want to live long enough to kill Antonio Garcia with my own damn hands.
And Sadist.
And every other man in here.
So I trap my anger at Varius down and refocus it on what Antonio’s doing. He’s just lifted his claw, finished with whatever he’s carved into me. I lower my arm to try to look, but his grip on my throat still pins me in place, and there’s so much blood, I can’t make anything out.
But Sadist must because he laughs as he holds the phone closer to my stomach. “Look at that, Varius. Your whore has a new master.”
He moves the camera gleefully, capturing my belly at every angle. “If you wanted to keep your toy,”
he chuckles, “you should’ve kept a better eye on it.”
Antonio releases my neck, then slices his claw across the top of my pussy. I scream on raspy chords as pain wraps itself around my heart. I don’t need to look down to know he’s cut a line through the top half of the tattoo there.
Property of
Another swipe of his claw leaves me broken.
Varius Shadow
Those words weren’t just tattoos on my skin. They were akin to a wedding band and all its vows – a promise of love, devotion, and protection. It was the strongest tie I had to home, and now it’s been violated and destroyed. Exactly like I will be soon.
Tears burning my eyes, I try to call out for the dark magic again, but my voice box won’t work enough to shape a spell into existence. I am utterly defenseless and at the mercy of these men.
Antonio steps back and takes the phone off Sadist. He stands coldly to the side, his eyes on mine, his camera pointed at me. Sadist grabs my hips and hauls me to him. With his pants already shoved down to his knees, his hard cock presses against my naked pussy. I will myself to sit up again, to keep fighting, but my body’s been too deprived of oxygen and blood, and my limbs and brain are sluggish.
A palm slaps across my face, whipping my head to the side before cruel fingers grab my chin and yank me back to face him. “Come on, whore,”
Sadist sneers as he forces my mouth open. “Don’t stop fighting me now.”
He shoves the fingers of his other hand into my mouth, rubbing them against my tongue. I gag on reflex, and he laughs before releasing my face and backhanding me across it. My head hits the table. Blood seeps from my cut cheek and busted lip. Pain radiates inside my skull, but I find it in me to pull one leg up and kick him in the chest. He staggers back as I sit up, delight curling his lips, and I know he let me shove him back. There was barely any strength in that blow.
But if he wants to draw this out, then I’ll use this time to get more messages to Varius.
I scoot back towards the other end of the table, where the men who were holding down my arms are now hiding their faces. If I can get them in the shot, Varius can search the country for them, then he can figure out what city I’m in. If I can get the camera to pan around the room, maybe he can figure out the building.
But I barely make it off the table before I’m grabbed by Sadist. He hauls me back around and punches me in the liver. The explosion of agony makes my knees buckle. I drop like a stone, but I’m caught before I hit the floor, then I’m tossed back onto the table.
My legs are wrenched apart by other men. Sadist steps up between my legs.
“I knew you’d like this,”
he sneers as he rubs the head of his cock between my naked pussy lips. Disgust fills me, thickening with every stroke he does. My stomach burns from all the cuts, and the men holding my ankles spread me even wider.
“You have a fucking ugly cunt,”
Sadist says. “It would be better to fuck a pig, but you’re just begging me to take you, aren’t you, whore?”
I’m not. Varius, I swear I’m not.
“And I’m nothing if not a nice guy.”
He shoves into me with one hard thrust.
I arch up on a soundless scream.
Sheer agony burns through my pussy, like I am being sandpapered inside, like a hot knife is being thrust into me. He’s tearing me apart, ripping me into a thousand pieces, a thousand cuts that are then filled with salt. With acid. With fucking fire.
I scream despite the bruising of my voice box, emitting only a raspy wheeze that can’t express the volume inside my skull. I twist on the table, trying to flee. I beat at him with numb hands, trying to make him stop. But he doesn’t stop, and I can’t flee.
He grunts as he rams into me, pulling out and shoving all the way in; each movement is tearing me apart. His fingers dig hard into my hips. His pelvis bruises my thighs.
“Wrap her legs around me,”
he orders as he grabs my breasts with both hands. He squeezes them painfully, then slaps them to make them jiggle. This entire time, I’m hitting him, each whack sending agonizing pain through the holes in my wrists. And there’s a part of me wondering if I’m still ‘seducing’ him, if he’s only raping me because I’m allowing it. Have I made the wrong choice to fight back? By knowing he’s a sadist, should I be lying still so he can’t get it up? Is me hitting him a twisted way of giving consent?
Am I leading him on?
My throat grows tight as all these thoughts ram into me. This confusion and disgust and pain and self-loathing. I am not Micha Black right now. Not even Micha Shadow.
All I am is a victim.
A thing for him to use.
Not human.
He fucks me faster, harder. The two men wrap my legs around him, forcing me to cross my ankles, to hug him like I want him, when in reality, I want nothing more than to die.
It hurts so much. The burning in my pussy, the dirtiness of the act, and the knowledge that Varius will watch this. Will he blame me for making the wrong choices? Will he see my pathetic blows as me just ‘playing hard to get’ with a sadist?
I cry, my whole body shaking, and I don’t know what to do anymore. Fight back or lie still? I just want to go home. I just want my husband to burst through those doors and take me home.
“She’s so fucking wet, Varius,”
he says as he fucks me on camera. “I’m sliding into her pussy like it’s a Slip ‘N Slide.”
I’m not! I scream. I’m not wet at all. But it’s his word against mine, and I’m terrified Varius will believe him.
Sadist’s hand closes around my throat, and I know he’s getting close to coming. My relief that he’s going to finish quickly wars with the knowledge that he’s going to come inside of me. I don’t want him to fill me with his poison. I try to move away again, but both my legs are held firmly around his back.
He lifts me up by my neck, forcing me to sit on the edge of the table. I slam an elbow into his nose, snapping it to the side. Blood pours down his face. He punches me in the jaw with his free hand. Once, twice. Then he headbutts me, and as I’m left reeling, he releases my neck to wrestle my arms behind me.
“That’s it,”
he grunts. “Fuck me like the whore you are.” He releases my wrists, only for someone else to grab them. They yank my arms back, keeping my palms on the table, and I cry out as pain shoots up my shoulders. I bend back to stop my arms from dislocating. They crawl onto the table, their knees pinning down my hands. My breasts jut up into the air, two little perky mounds, and the newcomer reaches under my arms to cup them both. Their body’s a terrifying presence at my head. Pinning me in, blocking off any hope of escape.
“You like the feel of her nipples, Grubs?”
Sadist pants as he watches the other man grope me. “They’re already so hard. She’s really enjoying this.”
I’m not! Stop saying that!
“Pinch them for me,”
he orders as he fucks me harder. My body is such a monument to pain that I can barely feel the clamping of Grubs’ fingers, but there’s nothing to numb the added disgust and shame.
Varius is going to watch this, and he’s going to see me get taken by two men at the same time. I’m going to be raped a dozen different ways, one right after the other, and he’s going to bear witness to it all.
With a sudden roar, Sadist grabs my hips and steps back, jerking my ass off the table. I cry out in utter agony as both my arms snap at the shoulders, my hands still pinned down by Grubs’ knees. He shoves forward again, hitting my back against the edge of the table before forcing my ass on top of it. Grubs releases my hands and pushes me up into a sitting position as Sadist shoves his thumbs into two of the cuts on my stomach. Then the latter buries his teeth into my right shoulder and bites down hard.
He orgasms as pain floods through me.
I jerk, and I scream, but he just holds me tight, and Grubs soon helps him, scooting up the table to kneel at my back. Reaching around me, he rubs his hands all up and down my body, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. Then he touches me lower, sliding his hand all the way down to where Sadist has forced his way inside of me.
His lips trail across my neck.
“I’m sorry,”
Grubs whispers, but it doesn’t stop him from touching me. “I’m sorry.”
Sadist bites me again, this time on my breast. The guy behind me offers my other one up to him, and he bites that one too.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I cry.
I want to go home. I want to go home.
I want someone to save me.
But no one is coming – proven when Sadist pulls out of me, and I’m immediately hauled back onto Grubs’ cock. He pushes inside me with one thrust, and the burn in my pussy intensifies.
Like sandpaper.
Like fire.
Like utter disgusting shame.
And the camera captures it all.