8. I Will Create My Own Salvation
Watching two practical strangers bringing in the trash that I left in the closet sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.
The blind trash. Endless possibilities .
“Tie them up in their chairs,” I delegate.
Viktor wrangles Bryton easily into the chair, but Stephan puts up a fight.
I crawl slowly across the solid table until I am near him. “Get in the fucking chair, Father. Your daughter is misbehaving. You wouldn’t want to miss it, would you? That’s what gets you hard, isn’t it?” Niko has him in the chair now; he’s using zip ties to attach him. I raise an eyebrow at the zip ties, but disregard it. Niko and Viktor clearly already had plans for this evening. Similar plans to mine, it seems.
I reach a hand down to Stephan’s dick, squeezing it. “Not even hard. Is it because you can’t see? Should I pop your eyes back in?” I cackle. My mind is slowly separating from the rational.
Psychosis. Psychotic. Unhinged.
Free .
“Get up here.” I look to Niko and Viktor before crawling back onto the table, away from the garbage.
Niko seems unsure, but Viktor wastes no time.
Bryton’s screeching has transformed to softer groans, and Stephan is working his way through every threat he can. I ignore them both, my focus fully on the large man who is carefully lifting himself onto the table.
I give him the come-hither gesture as I lay on my back. I have decided what I want.
Consensual sex.
An orgasm.
To feel good.
“I want you two to hear what getting consent is, and what sex should sound like,” I tell the captives as I stare at the ceiling. “Viktor, Niko. I want you two to fuck me. Make me feel good. Do you consent?”
“Yes,” Viktor’s growl is in my ear as he moves to cover me on the table. He places his forearms on each side of my head and leans back, meeting my eyes. His are swirling with emotions. “It would be my pleasure.”
My heart is pounding in my ears, but it’s not anxiety. I turn my attention to Niko. He hasn’t moved from his position behind Stephan. Niko’s chaotic eyes are a whirlwind, swirling through an array of emotions.
“Niko?” I breathe his name out and watch as he stiffens.
“Solnishko, how can I say no to you?”
I frown at the nickname. “How am I a little sun?”
Viktor shifts above me, pressing his head into my neck, whispering the words against my skin there. “No matter what, hurricane, storm, darkness, the sun will always return, won’t it?”
He rolls his hips, his hardened cock pressing into me. His scent suffused the air. It is what I imagine pure light to smell like. Warm, unfiltered, comforting .
“Tease,” I hiss out. I have forgotten the prisoners entirely. In this moment, my rage is second only to my need.
I need a release that I control. I need to feel good.
One last time.
“Are you sure?” Niko’s voice is much closer now. He walks up until he is standing where my head is. His scent is the next to wrap around me, dark and delicious. Intoxicating .
Instead of words, I reach out, pulling him closer.
He grumbles, “At your command.”
In one movement, he hoists himself onto the large table and pushes Viktor aside.
“Get under her.” Niko wastes no time, moving to my front and yanking my shorts down in one go. Leaving me bare to him. His rough fingers find the scars and bruises left behind along my inner thighs. “After this, you will allow me to hurt these savages the way that they deserve.”
Viktor readjusts us until I am sitting back on his lap, my legs spread open. I allow these men to manhandle me. I want them to because I allowed it.
I can feel each of their touches and they scorch me, causing sweeping waves of neediness to shoot directly to my core. It brings me firmly back to reality. To the here and now. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”
“Or what.” Niko chuckles as he lowers his head between the apex of my thighs. His hot breath against my skin causes me to squirm, but Viktor’s sturdy hands wrap around me in a vice grip, finding their way into my shirt.
Niko’s mouth makes his way upwards until he finds my clit.
A surprising noise leaves my body. A moan. “ Fuck .”
“How appropriate,” Viktor grunts as his fingers pinch and roll my nipples.
I find myself pressing upwards for more.
He applies more pressure, and a gasp escapes my lips.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
I hum my agreement.
I do when I can control how rough .
Before I can voice that, Niko’s fingers find their way inside my cunt. I am now wedged fully between both men, attempting to move in any direction for more friction.
Niko pushes a steady rhythm into me while his tongue flicks against my clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. ” That is the last I am able to speak. Viktor and Niko simultaneously speed up. My nipples have long since hardened, and Viktor is pinching them; it’s right at the edge of pain and pleasure.
Niko’s teeth graze my clit while his fingers find a spot just inside that he keeps curling into, leaving me breathless.
It only takes a few more seconds before I am screaming from my release. Years of pent-up frustration and pain. A wet mess between the men.
I feel better than I have any right to.
“That’s enough for now. You have some business to get to, don’t you?” Niko kisses the inside of my thigh before pulling my shorts up.
He sits back on his knees and just looks at me. He is staring directly into my soul, and I suddenly feel unsure. Viktor slowly removes his hands from my shirt and presses a soft kiss on my neck.
“We need to leave soon,” the words are a faint whisper in my ear, and distract me from Niko.
“I understand,” I state, resigned. The after-cum bliss is quickly shifting. I harden my shoulders and find Stephan and Bryton. Stephan has managed to flip his chair on its side, but Bryton is exactly where we left him.
“You don’t understand.” Niko’s voice is husky, warm. “We mean to bring you with us.”
My head snaps so fast to him that it cracks. “Why would you do that?”
“Because we have the same interests. Ridding this country of the evil in it.” Viktor’s hot breath fans across my neck, causing goosebumps to prickle up. “But ultimately it is your choice . We would never take that from you. But allow us to help you.”
I muddle the words around in my mind. Years of being saturated in the darkest depths has created a sixth sense. I can tell that these two men do not mean me any harm. That I would be safe. “I can leave when I want? I won’t become a part of your gang?”
Niko laughs. “You are free to do as you wish. But first, I think you have some business to finish?” He offers me a hand.
I take it, and he gently tugs me out of Viktor’s lap into his arms.
“We could not save your sister. As our penance, allow us to help you. To serve you.”
My eyes heat with the need for tears, but there is no time for that. “Okay,” I agree. “Go get the lamp from my room .” I direct the words behind me to Viktor.
He doesn’t waste any time, and I can hear as he gets up off the table.
I shift out of Niko’s arms. He jumps off the table before offering me a hand. I take it. “A knife, matches, and cooking oil from the kitchen.”
He doesn’t ask any questions; he simply gives a curt nod before walking away.
I straighten my clothes out and walk towards the tied-up captives. “That’s what it sounds like to enjoy it.” I’m speaking the words to Bryton. “You are not my brother. You are not my family. You are monsters that forced me into submission.” I turn my attention to Stephan. He’s wriggling like a pig on the floor. “I never knew what was going to happen next. Now I have blinded you both, so you won’t see it coming either. But just know one thing for certain. It will hurt.” I land one swift kick to Stephan’s face, enjoying his grunt of pain.
Viktor and Niko have returned with the items. They place them on the table behind me. I grab the knife first. My finger presses into the point. It’s dull. Perfect .
“You have both stamped your way into my skin. It is only fitting that I do the same.” With Viktor’s help, I straighten Stephan’s chair.
His eye sockets and busted nose are a better representation of his soul: empty, bloody, repugnant. I use the knife to rip open his shirt. and then I carefully carve the letter S as large as I can. The dullness of the blade is making the journey difficult, but Stephan no longer has the ability to form words. Instead, he is screaming like a little bitch.
“This is nothing.”
When I am done, I lean back, examining my handiwork.
“Oh, I know what you’re missing.” I attempt to carve RAPIST across his forehead, but I run out of space.
RAPI is close enough .
I ignore him and move onto Bryton; I repeat my actions. He is crying out of his bloody eyes, little drops of crimson falling to the floor below to mix with the rest of his blood.
“You pissed yourself already? We haven’t even had any fun yet,” I cackle.
“Please,” he wails the word.
“Now, why would I stop? You two never did.” I turn around to the lamp. My eyes find Viktor and Niko.
“Not trying to rush you, but it might be best to leave soon.” Niko’s gruff voice is gentle.
I nod my head. “Almost done, promise.”
With my free hand, I move the cord of the lamp until I am right at the base, and then I begin to cut through the cord.
“What’re you doing?” Viktor sounds intrigued.
“Surprise.” I pull the now-free cord into my hand and peel back the plastic until it reveals frayed electrical wiring.
There is an outlet right behind the table, and I plug it in, careful with my hold.
Wouldn’t want to get shocked .
It is just long enough to do what I need it to do. I press the cord into the bloodied S on Stephan’s chest first.
He is now screaming and violently convulsing as I shock him. I pull it away after not too long.
“I thought that might hurt.” I move to Bryton, doing the same. “I am not your doll, your daughter, or your sister, you disgusting freaks. My name is Sofia. And I am your judge, jury, and executioner.” I keep the cord pressed into Bryton until his convulsing slowly dies down.
He breathes one last rasping breath before his head falls forward. Dead.
I return my attention to Stephan. “I think you need a bit more than that.” I drop the cord in his lap. It lands directly on his dick, and he screams in absolute agony. I reach behind me for the oil and matches.
I upend the oil over Stephan, throwing the now-empty container onto the ground.
“They don’t need to know what happened here.” The match takes a few strikes, but once I get it, I flick it carefully at him.
It only takes a moment for it to ignite.
I tune out his noises as I turn back to Viktor and Niko, the heat from the fire warming my back. They are both eyeing me warily.
“Ready?” I ask softly.
They nod their heads together slowly.
“Oh, one second.” I run to the closet to find what I am looking for.
Katarina’s stuffed animal. To keep me safe .
I rejoin the men in the dining room, the fire slowly spreading.
“It’s time to go,” Viktor grunts. “You good?”
I think about his question, casting a look to the two dead men, before shrugging a shoulder.
The rage is still swirling in my gut. My pain hasn’t lessened, but there is something new now.
“I think…” I look at Niko. “I think I know what I want to do when we leave here.”
I gesture for them to lead the way, wrapping my arms around the stuffed animal as we leave the destruction in our wake.
I do not know how my story will end, but I know one thing for certain.
I will create my own salvation .