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"Suck it, bitch. Suck my cock. You're going to be a good little slut and suck my cock." He wiggles his hips against my chin.

He holds me still and pulls his cock out enough so I can catch a breath before pushing back in. I feel the warmth behind me and tense up without warning someone shoves his cock in my ass. I scream.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good. I love a tight ass. Don't you?" He asks the man behind me.

"Fuck yeah, I do." He laughs.

The man in front of me grabs my head again and forces it onto his cock. I gag and he laughs. I look up at him and see the evil look in his eyes.

"If you don't start sucking, I'm going to slap you until you are unrecognizable." He sneers at me.

He grabs my hair and forces himself into my mouth again. I gag and he hits me in the face. The moment he does, I feel my anger rising. I grab his cock and try to rip it from his body. I sink my teeth in at the same time, loving the sound of his screams of pain. Even when he punches me in the face, I don't let go. I sink my teeth in further.

"You fucking bitch! I'm going to fucking kill you!" He grabs my hair again, punching me in the face two more times, forcing me to let go. Once I do, he smacks me in the face so hard I think my eye might pop out of its socket. "You fucking bitch! You tried to bite my cock off!”

I feel the anger rising in me. I spit his blood out at him. He hits me so hard that the last thing I see before it all goes black is Salvatore standing over me snarling.

Chapter 32

Rose

Uponawakening,Ifindmyself once again lying in bed. My body aches, prompting me to sit up, and as I do, I notice movement nearby. I turn my gaze to the side and see Salvatore seated in a chair next to the bed. His expression holds an indescribable look as he watches me. Confusion washes over me as I realize I am unclothed, my body adorned with bruises and blood. The pain coursing through me suggests that the blood is my own. The discomfort in my lower half serves as a painful reminder that my lack of consciousness was of no concern to them. I always knew Salvatore was capable of monstrous acts, but I never fathomed he would allow men to violate his wife.

Apparently, that has no meaning to him. I guess I should have expected this. I have heard the stories of how Sal has tortured women. He uses them and then discards them. No one ever said that he wouldn’t also do that as a husband.

I look at him and tears fall down my face. "I want to go home," I whisper

He laughs. Not just any laugh but one so sinister it makes my blood run cold. I wrap the blanket around my body. He stands up and walks towards the door. He looks back at me and I can't tell what he is thinking. I don't know what to do. I need to get away. I need to get away from him.

Vlad is on his way. I just need to survive until he gets here.

"Get dressed and meet me downstairs," he says and leaves the room.

I lay there for at least 15 minutes and just cried. How is this my life? I have to hold on to hope that Vlad is on his way. Please, please show up. He said he knew where I was. That he had found me. But I have no idea how long it will take him to get to me. I don't want to be raped anymore. I don't want to be beaten anymore. I am so tired. I just want to go home. I stand up and start searching the room for anything that can help me get away. I found a pair of sweatpants. I can't find underwear or shoes but I find a baggy sweatshirt so I pull them on. It's hot here, but it's ok I would rather they not see me at all. I know. I know they have already seen me and violated me in more ways than I even know.

I walk out of the room and down the stairs. I don't want to, but I have to find out where I am. I need to figure out how to get out of here. When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I can hear the men laughing and talking. I see a small hallway that leads to the kitchen and I the big dining room table. I walk into the dining room and see Sal sitting at the head of the table, eating lunch. I walk towards him. My hands are shaking and I am terrified.

As I approach Sal, my heart races in my chest, pounding so loudly that I fear he might hear it. My palms grow sweaty, causing my hands to tremble uncontrollably. Each step feels like an eternity as if the weight of my fear is dragging me down.

The room seems to close in around me, the walls closing in as if they are suffocating me. My breath becomes shallow and rapid, and I struggle to keep up with the anxiety coursing through my veins. The sound of the men’s laughter echoes in my ears, intensifying my unease.

Sal, oblivious to my inner turmoil, continues to eat his lunch with a nonchalant demeanor. His eyes flicker towards me as I approach, a hint of curiosity dancing within them. I can sense his power and authority, making my fear intensify further.

My mind races, desperately trying to come up with a plan to escape this dreadful place. But in that moment, all rational thoughts seemed to abandon me, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. I find it difficult to find my voice, my tongue feeling heavy and uncooperative.

With every passing second, the weight of the situation presses down on me, threatening to overwhelm my senses. The silence in the room becomes deafening, amplifying the terror that grips me. I take a deep breath, attempting to steady myself, but it only serves to remind me of the fragility of my composure.

As I stand before Sal, my eyes meet his, and I see a flicker of recognition in his gaze. It sends a chill down my spine as if he can see right through me, unraveling the fear that consumes me. But despite the terror that paralyzes me, I summon the last remnants of my courage, determined to find a way out of this nightmare.

"Sit down," he says as he points to the seat across from him.

I do as I am told and sit down. I don't look at him. I just stare at the table. I don't even notice when there is food in front of me. I'm lost in my head and the trauma of my situation. I'm still dirty. I can feel only god knows what in my hair. It's matted and dirty. My skin is so marred I don't know what’s a bruise and what’s dirt. I can see dried blood everywhere. I am so gross.

"Eat up," Sal says

I look down at the food, and it makes my stomach turn. I don't want to eat. I don't want to touch anything. I am so sick of being treated like a thing. Like an object. I just stare at the plate in front of me. I can feel their eyes on me. I glance up and notice the one I bit is no longer here, so that leaves six. I take a deep breath and try to hold on to the little strength I have left.

I reach for the fork and try to eat, but I can't. My stomach just roils. I drop the fork and just stare at the food. I can feel tears falling down my face. Why does everyone hate me? What did I ever do to them?

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