My heart thumped with joy. Bacon and fucking eggs!! Good God, I couldn't wait. My stomach was still growling, but I ignored it. At least I was back on track to eating actual food. I was all over the map. One minute I was ecstatic about bacon and eggs, then the next minute I felt like a piece of shit for letting him win. Tears stung my eyes in disgust. I can't believe I stooped so low as to suck him off for a few morsels.
I felt sick to my stomach at the same time. The motherfucker broke me. All within a month of captivity. I didn't have an ounce of self respect left in my body.
I blinked back the tears, refusing to let him see how close I was to curling up into the fetal position and sobbing. Atlas flashed through my mind. Missing him has become my full-time job. The hurt cuts deep. I wonder if he is close to rescuing us from this hellish prison yet. I prayed every day to God, begging him to lead Atlas to us.
After dinner, the demon stood and snapped his fingers.
'Layla, come."
She rose from her chair immediately and followed him toward the bedroom. He paused and looked back at Becca.
"You too."
Becca glanced at me for half a second; a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. There was nothing left in her eyes. No resistance, no fire. She stood and followed them. I waited, knowing better than to move. I wasn’t about to screw up my one shot at earning my reward.
Not after weeks of just oatmeal and broth.
I couldn’t believe this was my very existence.
A girl who sucked a man’s dick just for turkey and potatoes. Someone who got on her knees and prayed for table scraps—tiny bites of food and crumbs of mercy.
And the worst part?
I was starting to accept it.
Ten minutes later, Hector beckoned me to join the three of them in the bedroom.
"Green eyes, crawl to me. It's time for bed."
Sighing heavily, I rose from my chair, dropping on all fours. Clenching my lips together, my face twisted in a frown, I did as I was told. I was so fucking frustrated. I hated this man, and what my life had become.
Whatourlives had become.
I crawled over to my cage, its door already open, waiting for me to park my ass inside.
Hector's voice rang through the room.
"Princess, once Layla is done getting your little friend off, she is going to spend the night with you in your crate."
His deviant laugh made my stomach twist as he continued.
"I want her to bury her tongue in your pussy, and I better hear you scream when you cum. You deserve a reward, and I want you to enjoy it."
My eyes watered, and silent teardrops fell as I entered the cage. I've never been with a woman before, and I was not interested in having one go down on me now. I lay on my side and curled into a ball.
All I got for my good behavior tonight was a belly full of cum, two bites of turkey and potatoes, and a womanwho was going to perform oral sex on me under Hector's watchful eye.
The only noise I heard was the bed creaking and Becca's moans as Layla brought her to orgasm.
I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip until I tasted blood, trying to drown out the sounds of my best friend being violated. It almost sounded like she was enjoying it—but I knew better. She hadn’t really consented.
Becca was just following orders.
We all were.
I was going to let Layla get me off too, because I had no choice. Survival made monsters out of all of us. We did what we had to just to make it through the day.
Through the hour.
