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What happens if I refuse? Is it game over? Will he try to kill me to keep this place and what happens here a secret?
“I’ll have her suck my dick,” I say, deciding to pretend to give in to my base needs. “Her mouth can’t be as dirty as her pussy.”
Robert gestures at her, and she crawls out of the box. The chain goes taut as she reaches me. I start unbuckling my pants.
Robert slaps her face hard. “If he even thinks he feels teeth, I’ll peel the skin off your face,” he grits out. Her head bobs frantically.
“Yes, sir, yes, sir,” she blubbers. When he walks off, I position us so my back is to him.
Not that it matters. He’s preoccupied with the brunette.
I bend down so that only she can hear me. “You better pretend to suck my cock like a seasoned actress. Do you understand?”
“I-I…”
I slap her across the face, earning a squeal that delights Robert, based on his laughter. I do it to make her focus on what I’m trying to say.
“Do. You. Understand?”
She bobs her head.
“Good. Now suck,” I command, and she goes about making ridiculous sucking and gagging sounds that don’t remotely sound authentic.
Thankfully, Robert is on the other end of the room, doing something to the brunette that makes her scream and scream. I hear his grunts of pleasure and flick a quick glance his way. She’s facing the wall, and he’s fucking her in the ass. Not paying an ounce of attention to us.
The blonde’s tears splash onto my shoes, and I close my eyes and think of Camille. Those are Camille’s hot tears running down her cheeks. Camille’s warm mouth wrapping me, tongue swirling… I’d make her swallow every last drop. I can almost convince myself it’s Camille on her knees at my feet.
It’s not, though. Not yet.
My cock is rock hard, and for a moment, I consider asking the whore to suck me off after all.
No.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I think about wrapping my hands around Robert’s throat and squeezing until the capillaries in his eyes burst.
When my eyes open, I find the woman staring down at the floor, still making those ridiculous sounds. I roll my eyes, realizing it’s my turn to act.
I grunt a few times, pretending to ride out my faux orgasm. Something a whore like this woman could never bring me to do. This is hopeless if information from Robert depends on my acting abilities.
“Please help me. I have a family,” she whispers in a very low voice.
“They raised a murdering thief. They must be so proud.” She lets out a low, despairing moan and crawls back into the box, crouching in the corner. I zip up my pants and sit on one of the chairs, watching as Robert pulls out and sprays jets of semen all over the sobbing brunette’s ass.
The room stinks of blood and semen and sweat. Robert tucks his dick back in his pants, zips up, and heads for the door without glancing behind him. Never once confirming the woman sucked my dick.
He leads me upstairs without a word, taking me directly to the front door.
“That’s it for now,” he says. “I’ve given you a glimpse into our lifestyle and our belief system. We take calculated risks in our family. I’m taking a risk with you. I’m going to trust that you won’t tell on me. Come back in three days, and I’ll consider telling you a little more.”
The image of me killing this man slowly plays on a loop in my head. I thought I excelled at patience, but he’s testing it.
I take a deep breath, recognizing that I’m on his turf and there will be no walking out of here alive if I harm him in plain sight.
“I want to know one thing. Why did you approach me, and no one else in the family?”
He smiles. “You were the one who was most like us.”
That’s true. Or is it? I don’t know what my father is really like. What would he have done if he were confronted with a scene like the one in Robert’s basement?
