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When he slides out of me, I feel the ache in every part of my body. He roughly squeezes my hips and gives a soft laugh before I hear his zipper being pulled back up.
Squatting next to me, he drags a finger along my spine before giving my ass a hard smack. “Get the fuck up and get ready. Wear the black dress. I’ll be back to get you in an hour.”
And with that he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me a crumpled mess on the floor. I feel his seed start to slide out of me, tracing a path along my inner thigh. I fight to keep what little food I have in my stomach from coming back up. Shortly after he took me, Konstantin brought in a doctor to give me a birth control shot, and I’ve been getting a new one every three months like clockwork. It’s the one small mercy in all of this. The first time he raped me, he told me that a pathetic pet whore would never be worthy to carry his child. I’m more than okay with that. The thought of his baby growing inside me makes me feel like I’m seconds away from losing my mind. I would never survive it.He’s taken every goddamn part of me, but he’s not taking my fucking womb.
Forcing myself up, I make sure he’s really gone and then wet a cloth with warm water. Pressing it between my legs, I hiss out a breath and remind myself that it’s the last fucking time. Ithasto be. We’re leaving for the Red Viper, and Vitaly promised they would be there. They won’t leave me with him. I know they won’t.
I spend the next hour getting ready. Konstantin likes me to dress up for him, so the bathroom drawers are stocked with makeup and lotions that he likes the smell of, and in the closet is a small selection of dresses. I grab the black one, the one that’s practically see-through and the matching thigh-highs. The heels are ridiculously tall and kill my feet, but what’s one more pain to add to the mix.
Looking in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My ribs are visible through the lacy dress, and the deep shadows under my eyes still standout despite the makeup I applied. I look gaunt and vacant and so fucking miserable. Unable to face the truth of what I’ve become, I turn away and sit back down on the floor, waiting for Konstantin to come back and get me.
My fingers scratch at the black viper ouroboros tattoo that circles my wrist. The viper is riddled with faint silver scars from when I’d scratched the hell out of it after Konstantin held me down and forced it on me. For that disobedience, he’d spread me wide, tying my wrists and ankles to the posts of a bed and left me there until I’d had no choice but to piss myself, and then he’d beat me for ruining his fancy sheets and goose down mattress topper.
I hear the doorknob turn and release my wrist before Konstantin opens the door. He’s dressed in another expensive, all-black suit with his dark hair slicked back and his face freshly shaved. He could easily be a model for the suits he loves so much, and I really hate that. I may only see him as the vile monster he is, but to the rest of the world he’s disarmingly handsome. His outside should match his inside, but it doesn’t. The most dangerous predators rarely ever look the part.
None of it matters, though. He can shove his perfect looks straightup his goddamn ass. I’d give anything for familiar scarred hands and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that are so dark they look black. Matvey is the only man who will ever have my heart. Konstantin can destroy my body and think that he owns it, but he’ll never own every part of me. He’ll never get inside my heart, and my body will never respond to him except in fear.
He snaps his fingers at me, and I crawl over to him, hating myself a little more with each step.
“My pet cleans up so nicely.” He squats down and roughly fists my hair, holding my head still as he holds up the leather collar I wish I could burn. “You can’t go out without your collar on, pet. You know the rules.”
He grins and slides the thick leather around my neck before buckling it so tight I can barely swallow. When he hooks the matching leash to it, I feel the rebellious spark inside me start to die. Being led around like an animal kills my fight. It’s humiliating and dehumanizing, and the thought of Matvey seeing me like this makes me want to die. It’s that embarrassment that has me whispering a plea before I can stop it.
“Please.”
His eyes widen slightly, just as surprised by my whispered plea as I am.
“I’m sorry,” I quickly say, keeping my eyes on the floor.
Wrapping the leash around his hand, he tightens it and jerks me closer. “Please what?”
Too scared to speak, all I can do is let out a shaky exhale, and when he gives a sharp tug, a whimper escapes before my air is cut off.
“Please what?” he demands. “It’s been so long since you’ve spoken out of turn, pet. Tell me what’s so important that it was worth pissing me off.”
He releases enough pressure so I can take a breath and speak. “I’m sorry, sir” is the first thing I say, not that I’m holding out much hope that it’ll help, and then I add, “I just thought maybe we could skip the collar tonight.”
“Look at me.”
Those three words send a chill down my spine. He never wants me to look him in the eyes. He only asks when he’s particularly pissed off. I let out another shaky breath and lift my eyes to his. The blue eyes staring back at me are hard and devoid of any humanity.
“Afraid everyone is going to know you’re my whore?”
Too scared to speak, I stay silent.
“I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but everyone already knows. Maybe I’ll add you to the entertainment tonight.” He thinks about it and gives a soft laugh. “I think fucking you in public will be the perfect punishment. It’ll remind you who you belong to.” Leaning closer so I can feel the heat of his breath on my face, he says, “And, pet, when I take you in front of everyone, it’ll be in your ass. You always cry so damn sweetly when I do that.” The laugh he gives kills one of the small parts of myself that I have left. “I’m sure everyone will appreciate the show.”
And with that, he stands and tugs on the leash so hard that I can either scramble to my feet or have my air completely cut off. I stand on wobbly ankles, trying to get my body under control. Konstantin won’t rape me again, I tell myself. No way in hell will my family allow that to happen. I hold onto that truth, repeating it over and over in my mind as Konstantin pulls me from the room. I keep my head down while we walk past the two men who are always standing watch outside my door and when he pulls me down the stairs, I grip the railing and try like hell to make sure I don’t fall.
When we’re on the first floor, I see the other women, the ones who work for the Lebedev brothers, the ones I sometimes hear screaming at night. I recognize the sounds; it’s the same noises I used to make before he taught me with his fists to be silent. Now I don’t make a sound, not even when I wake up from the night terrors that have become an almost nightly occurrence.
The women briefly meet my eyes, a second-long glance of solidarity that comforts me more than they’ll ever know. I hope I’m able to do the same for them, but it’s impossible to tell. We’ve all become pros at hiding how we really feel. I lift my eyes just enough to scan the roomsas we walk through them. I don’t see their sister. I haven’t seen her for days. When Vitaly had seen me, he’d mentioned something about being married to her, but I don’t know how in the hell they would’ve ever met. Konstantin and Osip keep her on as short of a leash as the one I’m currently attached to. Their sister’s always careful to ignore me when I do see her, but I never once thought she was cruel like her brothers. I don’t think they abuse her in the same way they abuse us, but there’s something broken inside her all the same.
Once we’re in the living room, Konstantin walks in and stops by the couch. Osip is in one of the leather chairs with a drink in hand, and Oksana is resting on the couch. Konstantin’s wife looks up at her husband and then at the leash he’s carrying, following it with her eyes until she hits the collar and then finally my face. I used to think Oksana was an uncaring bitch, but over the last two years, it’s become painfully obvious that she’s a drug addict who will do anything to escape the hell that is her marriage to Konstantin. Our eyes briefly meet before guilt makes her look away. I can tell by the dazed look and sluggish movements that she’s on something, but Konstantin doesn’t seem to care.
“We’re going out.” His voice is cold when he speaks to her.
She raises her eyes to his. “Me too?”
