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Someone pulls me up from the stool, hooking me under my arms from behind, and other men keep my legs open as they now pass me around and fuck me.

“This little slut fucks like a star. Hold her knees higher, let me get to that ass.” Their leader pushes his cock into my ass and starts pounding me, as his men line up to fuck me in this position too. Those who’re holding me turn slowly around, making me available to men lined up, until everyone’s had their go, and cum is dripping down my ass.

“Fucking whore.” Someone slaps my face. “You think you served your purpose? Huh?”

I try to talk but something unintelligible comes out.

“That’s right. You have.”

They release me, and I fold to the floor, on my knees, lungs burning as I breathe. They drink and click their beer bottles, and some pour it over me, over my hair and face.

“Whore. Hey, up here.”

I raise my head.

“Open wide.” I do as I’m told, and they all pour drinks over my face, my throat, my hair.

“Hey, I got an idea. Grab her,” someone else says. “Hold her legs apart.”

“Do you think she can fuck more?” I hear.

The men lift me up again, open my legs and someone starts fucking me with a beer bottle. I have no strength anymore, not even to push back.

But they stop. Something’s happening, the circle’s opening, and through the stinging cum in my eyes, I see Rio and Brox appear out of the darkness. They look at me, then search for someone, and when they find him, the hazel eyes biker, the leader, very subtly, they nod. Or maybe I’m mistaken.

The men immediately put me down, and a few even pretend to fix my dress. I doubt I’ll see my panties ever again.

“I think she failed, boys.” The hazel-eyed leader tells them.

Rio helps me up. I’ve lost my heel somewhere and someone passes it to me. I put it on.

I can’t see much from the spunk in my eyes, but I wipe my face. This feeling of haze hangs over me still.

“Come, pet.” Brox guides me with his hand on my back. Rio follows.

CHAPTER 16

RIO

I walk behind Brox and Lana, we’re moving her off the main floor and into the Black Chamber before the noise can swallow what’s left of her composure.

We enter, the doors sitting flush along the dark corridor, with gilded numbers etched on them and gold door handles. This is where everything happens. This is where everything should happen.

Lana’s steps aren’t sloppy, but they aren’t steady either. She keeps her chin up out of pride, out of whatever she’s been telling herself at the bar. Still, her gaze catches and drifts, as if the lights can’t decide where to settle.

Brox keeps a hand on her lower back as a reminder; she doesn’t move in this world without us. We stop outside room three, and I take wet wipes out of my pocket. Brox takes a few, and I do too, and we start wiping her face.

I see her breathe in, see it falter. The drink still has her off balance, but she pushes the words out anyway, trying to outrun what comes next.

“What did I fail?”

I don’t answer right away. I watch her face instead, still covered with cum, her hair is wet from what I believe is cum and beer. The dress is completely soaked in cum, too. There’s a flicker of shame, the defensive edge hiding under it, the way she keeps herself upright as if posture can fix anything.

“Your training.” I say.

“Being aware. And in control.” Brox reminds her.

“I handled them,” she says, her breath uneven, the confidence forced.