Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“If you prove to me that your hearing is completely mine. If your senses belong to me entirely, then you will be allowed to enjoy your reward from start to finish.”
I frowned.
An innuendo existed in his voice, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.
“All you have to do is listen to my commands, Henri. Do that, and you’ll be glad you did.” He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze growing wistful. “Behave, and all the pain will stop. You have my word.”
I swayed.
I couldn’t help it.
After so much agony…the mere whisper of it ending…
Fuck.
Looking over my shoulder, he ordered, “Do it.”
Before I could move, a cloth gag wedged between my teeth, and someone tied it behind my head. My hands flew up to stop him—
“Drop your arms,” Victor hissed. “Now.”
Fuck, it was hard.
So, so hard.
But I obeyed.
I obeyed even as that awful black hood that blocked everything out descended over my eyes and face.
I obeyed as someone took my hand and led me onto the stage.
I submitted as a nudge to my chest sent me tripping backward.
I grunted as the pain of my lashes exploded, cutting through the drugs Dr Belford gave me.
But only for a moment.
Then the pain was gone.
I sprawled backward on an overly stuffed bench.
Someone yanked my hands above my head and secured my cuffed wrists.
And then Victor’s voice feathered into my ear with a command that would kill me.
“You have five minutes to get hard, my pet. No Viagra this time. No Ilyana. Just my command. Obey, and you’ll be rewarded. Don’t, and—” He grabbed my balls and squeezed. “I’ll cut these off and eat them for my breakfast.”
Chapter Eleven
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Ily
I FOUGHT MY COLLAR’S HOLD.
Tears streamed down my face as Victor backed away from Henri and purred, “You’re running out of minutes. I suggest you get to it. Tick-tock.”
The image of Henri with his arms splayed above his head, shackled on the cream chaise lounge placed in the centre of the stage, seared into my soul. One of his legs lay along the length of the chaise while another fell off, his foot planted heavily on the wooden floor.
His hollow belly flexed beneath his bandages and his cock…
I fought and struggled.
I sobbed and clawed.
I couldn’t take this anymore.
I couldn’t stand by and watch anymore.
I couldn’t be the reason why Henri suffered anymore.
I-I can’t do this!
“Ily…” Peter dared to speak from his position on the other side of the stage. “Don’t.”
Don’t what?
Fight?
Try to save him?
Tomorrow was Christmas, and it was too late.
Henri’s bandages had soaked with blood.
His collarbones were stark.
His body was failing.
He couldn’t take much more.
None of us could.
So if we didn’t fight now…then when?
Tomorrow on Christmas?
The day after on Boxing Day?
What if we didn’t make it to those days?
What if all the plans Faiza believed were in place were a mere fantasy?
What if tonight destroyed the final pieces of Henri, and he broke?
What if Victor raped him like in my nightmares—
Oh God.
Sickness splashed on my tongue.
Fear pushed me over the edge. “Let him go! Let him go! LET HIM GO!”
Victor’s eyes snapped to mine. “I was wondering when you’d break my rules, Ilyana.” With a sly smirk, he snapped his fingers at a guard. “Kindly give Peter ten lashes for Ilyana’s outburst.”
“No, don’t!”
“Make it twenty.”
I bit my bottom lip so hard I drew blood.
I shot Peter a horrified look.
He merely sighed and shrugged. “It’s okay, jaanu.”
No, it wasn’t.
Nothing was okay.
None of this was okay!
Tears ran down my face as a guard grabbed a whip from the rack in the corner and stalked toward Peter.
I collapsed to my knees, my heart racing so hard.
I only had eyes for Peter and the punishment I’d stupidly given him.
I didn’t see Victor until it was too late.
He appeared in front of me. Sick. Twisted. Vile.
“Time for a little game,” he murmured.
I reared back.
I didn’t get far.
Shoving a dank, dark hood over my head, he chuckled as he gathered me close and whispered in my ear, “If you speak a single word, I will cut out Peter’s tongue. Do you hear me?”
Somewhere past my blindness, a whip sang, and Peter’s grunt echoed across the ballroom.
I gagged and stumbled as Victor released my collar from the chains and pushed me into walking. “Remember, my sweet. I’m not going to gag you because I want to see how obedient you can be. But a single whisper and Peter will pay the price.”
Holding me by the nape, he marched me forward.
I tripped and crashed against him, unable to see a damn thing.
Holding me tight, Victor raised his voice. “If you don’t get hard in the time it takes me to go over there, Henri, I’m going to give Ilyana to one of my guests.” Shoving me forward, he laughed as another man scooped me close. “Here. Have her. Fuck her—”
Henri groaned behind his gag.