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“Everyone leave,” Matvey orders, and the men clear out, leaving us alone with the Lebedev brothers. “You’re safe, baby,” Matvey whispers near my ear, reminding me that these men will never hurt me again.
They’re in no position to hurt anyone. They look more dead than alive at this point, and when I step closer, Matvey and Finn follow at my side. Both men are hanging from bound wrists, the chains digging into their skin, the limbs pale from lack of blood circulation. They’re naked and filthy and covered in dried blood and some vicious looking cuts and stitches.
Osip is the closest to me, but I ignore him and stop in front of Konstantin. One of his eyes is swollen shut, and the other only has a small slit he can see through, and I know the second he sees me because he sucks in a quick breath. The air rattles in his lungs, and if all the bruising along his chest means anything, then I’m guessing he might have a collapsed lung. When I see how prominent his rib bones are, I can’t help but smile. He used to be so scary to me, so big and powerful, and now he’s nothing.
I run a finger up his ribs, making sure to press hard enough to make him wince. “This is how you always liked me. Do you remember?” He doesn’t answer so I press harder and don’t stop until I hear his pained groan. “You wanted to be able to feel every single rib and see them through my skin.”
I can feel the rage coming off Matvey’s body, but he doesn’t jump in and take over. He stays by my side, hands curled into fists, wanting to hit Konstantin but resisting for my benefit. I give him a quick smile to let him know how much I appreciate it before turning my focus back to the defeated monster hanging in front of me.
“I thought I’d spend the rest of my life being afraid of you,” I admit, running my eyes over the broken man before me, giving a soft laughwhen I see the flaccid cock between his legs, “but you’re not near as scary as I remember you being.”
Turning to Matvey, I hold out my hand to him. The corner of his mouth lifts in a grin when he hands me a knife, making sure to put the handle in my palm so there’s no way the razor-sharp blade can cut me.
“Sorry.” The word comes out soft and scratchy from Konstantin’s parched throat. “I’m sorry.”
I raise a brow at him and give a harsh laugh. “You’re sorry? Oh, well I guess everything’s okay then. You had me kidnapped and then kept me prisoner and brutally raped me for two goddamn years, but you’re sorry now, so I guess I’m supposed to forgive you and let you go?”
“Just kill us,” Osip begs from where he’s hanging a few feet away.
I point the knife at him. “Patience, Osip. It’ll be your turn soon enough. You always were bad at waiting, weren’t you?” I turn back to Konstantin. “Did you know he was planning on raping me?” His one good eye widens the tiniest bit in surprise, proving that this is the first time he’s hearing any of this.
“The night you took me to the Red Viper, you asked Osip to walk me out to the car. He fingered me, promising that soon he’d be having his way with me and that I wasn’t allowed to say a goddamn word about it.”
If Konstantin still had the strength, he’d be in a rage. I can see it written all over his body and in the expression on his face. He’s pissed. Even now, he’s pissed at the idea of anyone else touching his pet.
“I’m not yours.” I barely recognize the rage-filled sound of my voice. “I wasneveryours. You took me and forced my submission, but I never willingly gave a single part of myself to you, and I never would have.”
I look over at Matvey and smile. “Every part of me already belonged to Matvey, except he didn’t take anything from me. I willingly gave him everything.”
“Not everything.”
Matvey’s eyes fill with a mix of rage and pain at Konstantin’s words and the reminder of what he did to me. I turn my eyes back to the half-dead man hanging before me and the smug smirk that he’s trying to give me. Even now, he’s trying to scare me, trying to get under my skin and exert control over me, but I see him for what he is now. He’s not the big bad scary rapist. He’s just a pathetic fuck who can’t get hard unless he’s overpowering someone smaller.
“I was your first,” he reminds me. He gives a soft laugh, but it quickly turns into a wheezing cough.
“Shut the fuck up,” Osip murmurs, lacking the strength to yell the words. “Just shut the fuck up.”
I grip the handle of the knife tighter while Finn gives a low growl. Stepping even closer, I press the tip of the blade against his chest, just deep enough to break skin. Blood beads around the knife, but he doesn’t make a sound, not even when I drag the blade down his chest, pressing a little harder the further I go. He’s quiet until I reach the dark line of hair below his belly button. That’s when he lets out a groan, and I see a flicker of fear in his eye.
“It’s not near as much fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?” I taunt, pressing the blade in harder before I get to his limp dick.
“Don’t.” He swallows and tries his best to use his one good eye to look down and see what I’m about to do. “Please, don’t.”
“You beg so sweetly,” I purr at him. “Remember how you used to say that to me?” Dragging the blade along his dick, I watch the line of crimson form, spilling down his shaft before the droplets hit the cement floor.
“Do you remember what else you used to tell me?” I lift a brow at him and wait. “No? Well, let me refresh your memory,sir.” I spit the word out, feeling the bile threaten to rise at all the times he made me call him that, made me beg for the simplest of things and then made me thank him when he allowed me a drink of water or a chance to go to the bathroom or eat a few bites of food.
The more I remember, the angrier I get, and when I stab the knife into his genitals, he screams while I yell, “Oh, you’re taking it so goddamn good, pet.”
The pain and shock widen his eye, letting me see the full force ofwhat I’m doing to him. I don’t shy away from the pain I’m giving him. Instead, I stab him again and again and again.
“Such sweet fucking tears,” I growl. “You look so beautiful when you cry for me.”
“Jesus fuck!” Osip cries from beside us, but I barely hear him. All I can hear are the words Konstantin used to taunt me with, and I give them all back to him until I see his eye lose focus and the last wheezy breath leave his lungs. His head slumps over, and everything inside me grows cold when I look at what I’ve done.
I didn’t just stab Konstantin’s dick. I fucking obliterated it. There’s nothing but a bloody, gaping wound where his genitals used to be, and when my body starts shaking, Matvey’s arms quickly wrap around me, holding me against his strong chest as the knife drops from my hand, clattering on the hard floor.
“Just breathe,malishka. It’s okay. I’ve got you now.” He cups the back of my head and presses his lips to my temple, leaving a trail of kisses down my cheek while he whispers, “It’s okay, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you. You won’t ever have to see him again. It’s over now.”
