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They are both so calm, and I swear it's a thousand times more frightening than the erratic insanity that just came out of Andrew.
“Drop the knife and step away from our girl,” Declan says.
Instead, Andrew moves behind me, pressing the tip of the blade to my throat. “I'll kill her.”
Seven laughs. “And what will that get you? Longer torture, probably. Kill her, don't kill her. Either way, you're ours now. And we aren't nearly so gentle with men.”
Andrew presses the blade harder against my skin. I cry as another small trickle of blood flows out.
“Master... please.”
Neither Seven nor Declan flinches. Nothing changes on their impassible faces. Both men charge so fast toward Andrew, that he actually takes a step back and drops the knife. I can't see what happens behind me, but I hear the scuffling, Andrew's yelping, some punching.
They drag him around in front of me, forcing him to his knees. Declan holds the knife at his throat.
“Beg for forgiveness,” Declan says.
“P-please, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. D-don't let them kill me,” Andrew sputters.
Seven hauls him off the ground. “That's fucking pathetic. We don't need to hear any more ofthat. Andletus kill you? Please.”
Seven holds him while Declan takes out a coil of rope from his inside jacket pocket. He ties the ropes so hard and violently I flinch. They hang him from a meat hook so that he's facing me.
The two men take a couple of steps back. They look back and forth from Andrew to me. Aren't they going to untie me and let me down? It hurts that they acted like they didn't care if Andrew killed me. I know if they'd shown that weakness or hesitation that I'd be in more danger, but it still hurts because a part of me is scared that was the truth—that I’m only a toy to them, only a pet, and they would be barely bothered if I died.
“Now, Andrew,” Seven says, but he's circling and looking at me. “Let's talk about this frigid bitch comment.”
Declan moves up behind me, his mouth peppering kisses across my throat as his tongue slips out and licks the spot on my neck where Andrew pressed the blade.
I can't stop the small whimper as my fear shifts to arousal. I'm sure most people couldn't make such a swift mental shift, but I've been making that shift for so long now that it feels like my default factory setting. Suddenly, the adrenaline inside me has a safe place to land.
“Who do you belong to?” Seven asks.
“You and Declan, Master.”
Declan's hands have snaked around to begin to rub my breasts. I arch shamelessly into his touch. I know this is sick and twisted, but my head falls back against his shoulder, and I close my eyes, letting him fondle me however he wants.
I jump at a hard slap. But there’s no pain because I wasn't the recipient. Seven just slapped Andrew.
“Keep your eyes open. Watch. Her. Before you die, you need to know that she was always perfect. The problem was always you. You are the failure. You are the one who doesn't know how to touch a woman and keep her happy. You destroyed her life because you are a fuck up. Watch how responsive she is. Look at what you could have had, you fucking fool.”
There is malice in Andrew's gaze as it meets mine. And the part of me that my masters have twisted beyond repair loves it because there isn't a goddamn thing he can do to me now. It hurt every time he called me frigid, every time he acted as though there was something wrong and broken with me that I couldn't come with him. And I don't just mean on the inside, I mean at all. I couldn't come at all with him. And now he's getting a front row seat to the truth and what he could never have.
Maybe it should bother me more that he's watching this, but he's seen me naked hundreds of times. He's never seen this, though.
“You will not say a single word while this is happening,” Seven tells Andrew. “Otherwise, we'll keep you alive longer, and trust me when I say you don't want that.”
Declan strokes between my legs, pushing two large fingers inside me. He rubs my inner walls, knowing exactly how and where to touch me. And then Seven joins him, and he kisses me, his hand gripped possessively around my neck while Declan continues his relentless finger fucking. It doesn't take long for me to come. They've trained me too well. Seven pulls back to allow my screams of pleasure to fill the abandoned factory.
Declan doesn't stop until I beg him, pleading that I can't take anymore.
“What do you say to me?” he asks, still gently fondling me, not ready to stop yet.
“Thank you, Master,” I say on a sated sigh. I give him this without shame or fear. He pulls his hand away, pressing his wet fingers into my mouth. I suck on them without prompting.
“Such a good girl,” he soothes, stroking my hair.
I can only whimper in reply.
