Wolff #2
For weeks, I couldn’t stop replaying that night.
I knew it wasn’t Wolff, but that only left another question.
Who? Every nightmare ended the same way.
A faceless man wearing Wolff’s mask. I asked him who it was every time he visited.
He’d brush my hair back, kiss my forehead, and tell me the same thing.
“Don’t worry about it, solnyshko. You focus on getting better. I’ll handle the rest.”
I thought he meant finding him. I never imagined…
“The second the bastard realized I was hunting him, he disappeared.” Wolff’s jaw tightens.
“Ran halfway across the fucking world trying to stay ahead of me.” A humorless smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
“But it didn’t matter. I always catch my prey.
” Hatred flashes across Wolff’s face. “He couldn’t stand it. That you loved a Scab.”
Graves lets out an exaggerated sigh, lazily rolling a knife across his knuckles.
“Who knew K9 was such a fucking romantic? Been keeping this asshole alive down here for weeks.” He kicks Akim’s chair.
“Bastard starts reading psychology books, and suddenly he’s planning therapeutic revenge dates. ” He shakes his head. “Fucking nerd.”
Tears blur my vision. Wolff steps behind me, wrapping both arms around my waist and pulling me back against his chest.
“I’m sorry, solnyshko. I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there.” His arms tighten around me until I can feel his heartbeat against my back. “You don’t carry this anymore. It’s mine now.”
“Right, then.” Graves claps his hands. “Which one of these bastards do I carve up first? Personally, I vote the Commander. Rich fucks always squeal the prettiest.”
I stare at them. The man who sold me into hell. The man who raped me while wearing the face of the person I loved.
Wolff’s hand slides over mine. “You don’t have to stay. But if you do…” His fingers squeeze mine gently. “I’ve got you.”
I look at David’s terrified eyes. Then Akim’s broken smile. Something deep inside me…
Something that spent months begging for mercy…
Finally stops begging.
“I want to watch.”
Wolff guides me to a chair lined against the far wall. He sits and pulls me into his lap, my back to his chest, thighs spread over his. His big hands rest heavily on my hips.
Graves grins. “Let’s start with the groom.”
The knife flashes. David screams through the gag as Graves slices slowly across his chest, peeling skin in thin strips. Blood sheets down his torso in bright red rivers. David thrashes some more, the chair rattling against the bolts, eyes bulging with terror as he stares at me.
I watch every cut.
Wolff’s hand slides under my dress, rough palm cupping my breast, pinching my nipple. I gasp, grinding back against the growing bulge in his pants. Heat floods between my legs.
Eyebrow quirking in our direction, Graves laughs. “Look at that. Princess is getting wet watching her rapist bleed. Kinky little thing.”
He moves to Akim next. Deeper cuts now. Akim grunts but doesn’t scream until Graves starts on his thighs, carving muscle. The wet sound of the blade through flesh mixes with David’s muffled sobs.
I’m panting. My pussy aches. I reach back, fumbling with Wolff’s belt. He helps me, freeing his thick cock. I rise just enough to yank my panties aside and sink down onto him in one slick motion.
“Fuck,” Wolff groans. “So fucking tight.”
I start riding him slowly, savoring the stretch, the way he fills me completely. My dress bunched around my waist. Every downward thrust makes my tits bounce. Blood pools wider on the floor as Graves hacks off one of David’s fingers. The scream is raw, animal.
I ride harder.
Wolff’s hand snakes around to rub my clit. “That’s it, solnyshko. Use my cock while they die for what they did to you.”
Graves slits David’s throat.
Blood sprays in a wide arc, splattering the floor and the edge of my foot. David gurgles, body jerking as he bleeds out. I come hard, clenching around Wolff’s cock, soaking his lap with my release. A broken moan tears from my throat.
Wolff lifts and turns me to face him and impales me again. I straddle him fully now, bouncing on his cock while Graves turns to Akim.
Akim’s smile finally dies when Graves starts carving his stomach open, slow and deep. Intestines glisten, and the smell of blood and shit fills the room.
I lean back, head falling, watching Akim’s throat get sliced open as Wolff pounds up into me. His cock hits so deep my stomach bulges with every thrust. I’m moaning loudly now, grinding my clit against his pelvis.
“Filthy fucking girl.” He bites my neck hard enough to mark.
I come again, screaming, nails digging into his shoulders. Wolff follows with a guttural groan, flooding my pussy with hot pulses of cum. It leaks out around his cock, dripping down his balls onto the chair as I keep riding through the aftershocks.
The room is silent except for dripping blood and our ragged breathing.
“Well, damn. You two are fucking disgusting.” Graves wipes his knife clean, eyes lingering on where Wolff’s cock is still buried inside me. “Let me know if you ever want a third. I’ve got excellent hands and zero gag reflex.”
“Get the fuck out, Graves. Now,” Wolff snaps.
Graves laughs as he disappears up the stairs. “Fine, fine. I’ll go jerk off to the memory.”
I collapse against Wolff’s chest, his cock still buried inside me, cum and my own wetness leaking everywhere. Blood pools around the chairs, creeping toward our feet. The men who stole pieces of me are nothing more than butchered bodies on a concrete floor.
I don’t feel guilty.
I don’t feel ashamed.
I lean back into the only place that’s ever felt safe.
Wolff strokes my back, pressing a kiss against my temple. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m surviving anymore.
I think I’m finally living.