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I was screwed.
So fucking screwed.
14
"Bitch must have taken down a guard," Solo announced, dragging me into the middle of the lair, before tossing me at Fabio's feet. "She had a gun on her."
"Oh dear," Fabio mused, turning his full attention to me. "What a little troublemaker you have become, little Ashton."
My skin crawled when his dead eyes roamed over my body. I hated having that man's eyes on me, but I knew better than to open my mouth.
He wasn't Trigger.
I couldn't push back with this man.
I couldn't push back with any of these men without the promise of severe punishment.
"This bitch again," Yegor grunted, not slowing his pace as he continued to anally defile the poor, suspended girl.
Breathless, he turned his evil gaze on me.
"Sorry I missed your birthday bash, baby whore," he sneered, slamming into the girl extra hard. "Could've been a different outcome if me or Anton here had been in town for your initiation."
Fabio chuckled. "It would have made for an interesting contest."
I shuddered in repulsion.
"Help me," the girl cried out, looking at me like I could somehow save her. "Please –"
Her words morphed into a harsh cry when Fabio roughly yanked on her leash, choking her with her own collar.
"Work harder, boys," he told his sons. "She should not have air in her lungs to cry out. We need her broken. Make her mind slip away."
The girl cried harder and I dropped my head, gaze riveted to my knees in pure terror.
"Look at me," Fabio commanded.
Without an ounce of hesitation, I snapped my head back up, forcing myself to meet his gaze. I didn’t dare not. I was under no illusions as to who called the shots in my life.
Trigger might have claimed me at my initiation, but Fabio owned us both. He owned every beating heart in this room and he knew that I knew it.
"You broke the basic house rules, little Ashton," he told me in a sickeningly soft tone that sounded like nails on a chalkboard to my ears. "Leaving my home without consent– a home that I provided to you when you were an orphan whore without a father to protect you or a birth whore to love you. A home where you were fed and clothed, educated and unharmed. A home where I allowed you to roam free from chains and restrictions. You were given more access and freedom than any other whore and yet, you threw my goodwill back in my face by deliberately breaking my rules." He tutted softly and rubbed his jaw. "How ungrateful you have turned out to be." His eyes danced with malice. "I am most disappointed in you."
Trembling from head to toe, I swallowed deeply and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir."
"I do not tolerate disobedience in the whores that live under my roof. This was explained very clearly to you the day you arrived here."
"Yes, sir," I strangled out, pulse quickening.
"You should be slaughtered slowly for your disobedience," Fabio continued, keeping his mild-mannered tone. "At the very least, I should sell you off or put you to work so that I can recuperate some of the financial burden it took to raise you to adulthood."
A cold bead of sweat trickled down the back of my neck.
I didn’t dare beg him for mercy.
It would only turn him on.
Fear aroused him.
