So over the next several days, my late-night visits to Carter continue after the three men have their way with me after work.
And boy, do they use me. I think I preferred the other group sex encounters Elsa always set up for me because these guys act like they aren’t allowed to come unless it’s by using me.
They also don’t speak to me during sex, except to remind me I’m at the bottom of the food-chain, and they never offer so much as a word of comfort or praise.
I’m not allowed to pleasure myself for now, either. Apparently, that’s a privilege I’ll have to re-earn, and Elsa gives me no clue how that process will happen, either. My assumption is that I must follow all her orders to the letter if I hope to even have a chance of doing that. She says Carter can make me come if he feels like it, but I can see that would be…problematic.
I never ask Carter to do anything to me. I don’t take off my clothes around him, either, because I don’t want him to see the healing wound on my back. Instinctively, I know he’d be enraged about it and would likely do something that would get him and possibly me both tossed out of the Army.
He might have a future ahead of him in some other field, but without the Army, I literally have nothing to look forward to except a future of low-wage, dead-end jobs, and I’d rather not go that route, thank you very much.
Apparently, the colonel likes his new playtoy, because I’m not sent to him. Elsa doesn’t contact me, either. My orders now come from Alpha.
The next Saturday morning, Alpha texts me an address in town and says to meet him there at noon. When I arrive, I realize it’s a seedy bar. He leads me inside and a guy standing guard over a door in the back lets us pass into a dark hallway of red and black walls and a rough concrete floor.
Our destination is a tiny room near the end of the hall, with nothing in it but a low stool and two holes on opposite ends of the room from each other.
Alpha speaks, his English choppy and thickly accented. “You service every cock all day. Jerk yourself off while you do. I come back for you at midnight.”
That’s…literally twelve hours from now.
Then he points at the holes in the wall, and the way the stool is positioned between them…and I realize what they are.
The Arctic chill howls through me, blunted by the sound and warmth of Carter’s voice.
“You are my good and perfect boy.”
Next thing I know, I’ve punched Alpha. He sprawls on the floor and looks up at me in horror, blood trickling from his smashed nose and split lip.
I jab my finger at him. “Fuck you, and fuck her.Youdo it, you goddamned prick.”
I turn and walk away, breaking into a run and pushing my way past the bouncer and fleeing until I’m several blocks away and crying.
That’s when my burner phone rings.
It’s her.
When I answer, I cut Elsa’s scream off before she can get more than a word out. “Fuck you, you goddamned cunt. Karma is a real fucking bitch, and one day, it’s going to do to you what I just did to that little fucking prick.”
I hang up and immediately block her number.
The shakes hit me then. I stumble over to a nearby park bench and collapse onto it, numb, terrified.
Broken.
When I next become aware of my surroundings, it’s after eight p.m. and I have to pee like a goddamned racehorse. There’s no one around, so I step behind a bush and let loose.
On the burner I have missed calls from numbers I don’t recognize, but no voice mails.
No texts.
I block all those numbers, and the numbers for Alpha, beta, and gamma.
The only reason I don’t destroy the burner is that Carter has the number, and I can’t remember if he has my personal cell number.
Then I stare up at the sky, throw back my head, and scream.
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