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He’s only inches away from me, but it’s going to take all the strength I have left to undress, let alone fuck him. I grab the hem of the T-shirt and gingerly pull it over my head, trying to keep it away from my skin but feel it scrape against every wound on my body. It takes all the energy I have left to push my pants down. I begin to inch toward Arlo, clawing at his chest as I try to use my arms to pull closer to him, my legs in too much pain to move.
Arlo watches me for a moment like he doesn’t give a shit about me, and then he grabs my hips and pulls me on top of him, my pussy coming down on his cock. His eyes sear into me as he thrusts inside me. I don’t know if the look is meant to comfort me or let me know that my life is over, but either way, it doesn’t do much to comfort me.
My body, on the other hand, responds automatically to his cock. I get wetter with each thrust, just like I do every time he fucks me. I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to keep myself upright while he fucks me. I don’t look around at all the men who are ogling my body right now. I don’t think about how degrading it is. All I think about is, despite all the pains in my body, it still feels good to have his cock inside me, just like it felt good to give Matteo a tiny bit of pleasure.
“Come,” Arlo says.
We’ve barely fucked at all. Maybe it’s the situation I’m in, or maybe I need to feel something good so desperately that I can force my body to do something that I’m not ready for, but I come easily, quietly screaming his name. He thrusts once more and comes as well, pouring his cum deep inside me.
When he’s done, he pushes me off onto the bed, gets up, tucks his cock back into his pants, and walks back to where his brother is.
I take a deep breath as I lie on the bed, completely naked and exposed, but at least now, I’m on a comfortable bed instead of on the dirty floor. I feel a little more alive than I did before he fucked me. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it is.
Enrico laughs. “Very good. You have both made it clear that you have control over the slave. But who cares if she lives or dies?”
Enrico grabs my hair, pulling me toward him. But I’m tired of being hit and beaten. I let his sons touch me because I wanted them to. I won’t let him touch me as easily.
I fight back with everything I have. But he’s stronger than me. I try going for the sensitive areas. His eyes and balls. But he grabs both of my arms, holding me down, as he climbs up on top of me. Panic rises in my eyes as I realize that I’m about to be raped by this disgusting man again while more than a dozen men watch. Only to die minutes or seconds later. I can’t handle it. I won’t let him do it.
I keep fighting. But I can’t. I’m not strong enough.
I glance over at the only two men who might be able to save me.
I look at Arlo, who looks just as cold as he has from the second he walked into the room. I turn to Matteo, begging him to stop this. Kill me if he has to, but don’t let me get raped again. He stands cold as well, but when he sees my eyes, he closes his, trying to block out the pain I’m feeling.
Enrico laughs and looks in their direction, too. “Which of my sons will save you?” He shakes his head. “I’m not sure that either of them will save you, but one sure does care more than he is letting on.”
Panic rises in my chest. I don’t know what game within the game Arlo and Matteo are playing. I don’t know whom they want to win or if they are both actively trying to beat each other. I know they are competitive. But I don’t know if they would turn on the other in order to win. I should know what their game plan is, but I don’t. I never asked, and now, I have no idea how to help them defeat their father, if that is even the plan.
I look into Enrico’s eyes, and I see the anger he has toward his sons. I’m just not sure if they see it. I’m not sure if he ever intended on choosing a successor tonight or if he’s just teaching them both a lesson.
I might already be dead, but I won’t let him kill either of them. I glance one last time at the two men I’ve grown to care about more than I would ever like to admit, and then I find the strength to kick Enrico as hard as I can in the balls. I strike just the right spot with enough force to make him loosen his grasp on my wrists.
I pull one free and reach for the back of his pants, the spot where I know all the Carini men carry their guns. I grab it, aim straight at Enrico’s heart, and pull the trigger.
Enrico steps back, laughing, as no bullet exits the gun.
I try again.
Nothing.
I quickly examine the gun and realize there are no bullets in the gun.
Enrico takes a step back, still laughing. And then, a second later, he has me pinned to the bed again with more rage than I ever imagined possible.
“You bitch. You think I don’t know what games you have been playing? You think I don’t know that you messed with my sons’ minds? That you made them weak by making them fall for a bitch like you? That’s why I hate you more than all the rest of the women we played with before. I hoped your fire would make them hate you more, but instead, you made them fall for you. The other women got to end their debt early but not you. You will pay the full seven years before I release you. By the time I’m through with you, you will be begging for death.”
“Her debt has already been paid,” Arlo says suddenly.
Shut up, I want to scream. It doesn’t matter if I’ve already paid my debt or not. He’s not making anything better.
“What did you say?” Enrico glares at Arlo while still holding me down.
“Her debt has already been paid. She finished paying her debt two weeks ago,” Matteo finishes for Arlo.
Enrico searches his son’s eyes. “How?”
“The contract said the terms of seven years started the first day we forced her to do anything against her will,” Arlo says.
