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"I don't want you to look mistreated when we arrive." And we'd arrived at the street in front of my house as he spoke those words. "Make sure her mother's gone."
"Will do, Boss." The man in the passenger seat said.
"Mom..." What had they done to her? I couldn't stand my mother, but that didn't give them the right to torture her.
"She was cooperative once we applied force. She shared a lot about your happy little life." Sarcasm was evident in his tone. There was nothing happy about my life. I didn't have a loving family that would cross borders for me. I had a father more likely to insult me than hug me, an alcoholic mother who did nothing when her brother groped me on more than one occasion, and a psychopath for a brother.
"We don't all have someone willing to cross war-torn borders for us," I spat in response to his mockery of my miserable family.
"Now you do." But he didn't say it as a noble defender. He said it as someone unwilling to let me get away.
There was no use looking for an escape when the side door rolled open, but I wouldn't make this easy for the evil pricks planning to rape and torture me in front of my family.
Armon gripped my hand tight as he led me from the SUV. Once outside at my dim driveway, he leaned me back against the vehicle and stroked the wetness of tears from my sore cheek. "Everything will be just fine if you do as you’re told." Our bodies touched with his next step closer.
I turned from his touch. "And if I don't?"
His grip landed on my chin, pulling it to face him. He responded in a low, husky tone, pressing his chest to mine. "You're more than welcome to find out." It made his actions all the worse because he was so calm, and I couldn't sense the hostility that would accompany his intentions.
Everything within me warned against his venomous charms. Even my captor’s promises of punishment had my core aching with a sudden need, magnified by the bulge pressed against my stomach. The upcoming torture already excited the sick bastard, and I craved him despite what he might do to me.
His two associates waited near the house. They said nothing, both watching him toy with my mind.
"Let's get this started, Sweet One." He took my hand and led me inside and past the dining room with untouched food set out. “Are you hungry?” He stopped and asked. What sort of psychopath would consider eating in this situation? At my revolted glare, he continued into the garage. It seemed he already knew the layout of my home.
Blood splatters marked the floor and part of a wall. There was a strong smell of bleach, as though they'd been cleaning, and the table was cleaner than ever before. Of the six people gagged and bound on their knees in execution style, my father had no bruises or injury. His eyes followed my steps to the table Katya had been bound to on several occasions. Four other men stood dressed in black, in position and ready to take orders from Armon.
Laid out on one side of the table were things my father used on her, be it clips for pain, bondage, vibrators, or accessories. It felt as though the items were set out so I would be the Katya of the evening.
It was already so hot inside, I felt trails of sweat go down into my cotton shirt. Each step had me more terrified than the last as we approached the table. Fallen over the edge was my mother's gold bracelet, broken with a few small rubies loose around it. I tried not to look at the blood splatter.
Loathing was all I felt for everyone in the room. Even my mother, whose whereabouts I was uncertain of. And me, their obedient daughter forced to suffer for their cruel actions. I shouldn't have been loyal to them. I could have helped Katya. I could have helped myself. Instead, I would be the one victimized for their misdeeds. I stopped, the heels of my sneakers digging into the cement.
A loud, mechanical hum came from where Armon stood close to the table. I looked to the thirteen-inch wand-tipped vibrator I'd seen taped to Katya’s pelvis. Armon's hand freed mine, and my head turned for the exit. Only the driver stood there now.
The wand shut off, and Armon tossed it down. When he glanced at my way, he held a claw-tipped clamp I knew my brother had used on Katya. And on a few occasions, I had to treat the wounds. And those weren't the only items of cruelty.
"Stand by the table, Sweet One." Armon's attention returned to the items spread out.
My lip quivered. "I'm innocent."
Armon's brow furrowed briefly and was surprisingly terrifying. He hadn't needed to show threat before. "Come here."
I knew what happened to Katya when she didn't obey. She'd been one of the strongest-willed people I ever met. But I was nothing like her. It only took a warning glare for my captor to break me.
Even when I came and stood at the edge of the table, and he lifted a rope to wrap one of my wrists, I begged, "Please, I didn't know."
"No speaking." The stern order was obeyed. He continued to loop my wrists and occasionally glanced at my quivering lips. "You're doing so well." The compliment was disturbing. Praising me for willingly accepting torture? The sadism of these vile people brought me to the certainty of my suffering. Maybe it was true what my brother had said about Katya’s kind. They deserved to be erased from the world. Or maybe we were the bad ones, and Armon was only demanding justice. But what had I done to deserve this extent of anyone’s wrath?
Once Armon had both wrists wrapped and a loop extended, he said, "You get to choose who in here is the one to..." he glanced me over, dragging out the torment of the moment. "Pleasure you." His words were loud enough for everyone to hear. "And whoever it is, even if someone who's offended me, gets to live, and you get to go home with them." He scanned the room before his attention returned to me.
Silence. I didn't want to answer.
I looked to my family and my brother's comrades. If I wanted, I could let my own brother or father fuck me and save their life. The thought disgusted me worse than being tortured and taken home by all of Armon's goons.
No. They all looked hard and evil. And I wouldn't have sex with family. "Anyone here?" More tears and words spoken through my quivering lips. This was how I would lose my virginity. It wasn’t as though I’d ever wanted to, but this seemed the worst way imaginable for it to happen.
"Yes, anyone. But be quick about deciding, or it will be everyone."
