"Bacon and eggs, green eyes."
He laughed, then his tone dropped, dark and vicious. "You'll fucking lie there and take it untilI say you're done!"
Layla latched onto my hips as if her life depended on it—because it did. I tried my best to relax, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. There was no more pleasure. Only pain, and the fucking bastard fed off every second of it.
Her mouth felt like razor blades scraping over my raw, tortured flesh. A wave of black crept into my vision. I was slipping. Just when I thought I might fucking die, Hector’s voice sliced the air.
"Ugh..ugh, that's it, bitch. Make that nasty ass pullthe cum from my balls!!!!."
He let out an animalistic grunt, drove in once more, then collapsed over her back.
Layla's tongue was still working on my clit, making me want to claw her goddamn eyes out.
Finally, Hector pulled out and jumped off the bed.
He turned toward me, grinning, and I had never wanted to kill someone more in my life.
"Enough Layla. I think the little princess has had enough of your filthy tongue all up in her business."
He threw his head back and laughed.
I didn't think it was funny, but I was relieved when Layla pulled away. My legs felt like rubber, flopping to the side.
My breath came in quick gasps.
He pointed at us.
"Up! Go to the table, both of you. It's time for breakfast. You can walk; there is no time to crawl."
His tone was cold and ruthless.
"Layla, you will go back to your room after you eat, and princess," he sneered, "you'll clean and organize this place after your shower."
I took a deep breath trying to calm my overstimulated body before both of us jumped off the bed and headed to the kitchen in silence, taking our regular seats. Hector followed, settling into his with ease. My vagina felt slimy and gross. I feared my juices would leave a mark on the cushion, but I didn't dwell on it. There was nothing I could do about it right now. I will clean it off later. No one here wants to piss Hector off if we can help it, and even though it was his fault that the cushion may get stained,he would blame me and I'd be squirming under his strap. That was how things worked around this shithole.
My clit throbbed with pain, making it almost unbearable to sit, but I managed. Then the guards came in, each holding Becca under her arms. My breath caught in my throat.
My best friend was bloody and limping, her body covered in fresh gashes; she was slashed across her face, arms, stomach and legs. They threw her into the chair like a rag doll. She grimaced as she landed, her gaze fixed on the floor, silent.
Hector filled our plates without so much as a glance at her wounds. The spread before us looked like a delicious feast, and I really wanted to dig in. My stomach groaned loudly, but I couldn't bring myself to eat. My jaw tightened as I stared at Becca, her broken body sitting almost lifeless across from me.
I was extremely worried about her.
Hector noticed my hesitation, his eyes narrowing.
"Princess," he said, his voice full of irritation. "You begged me to feed you something other than oatmeal and broth, and now you're just sitting there not eating a damn thing."
He leaned forward slightly, his glare penetrating straight through me. "What seems to be the fucking problem?"
I cleared my throat, hiding my fear.
"I..I'm sorry. Not that I'm not grateful for all the wonderful food," I stammered, "but I am a little alarmed about Becca’s injuries."
He rubbed his chin, his face void of emotion.
"It’s not like she’s going to die," he said flatly. "She’ll be fine. The marks are superficial. She can take care of them in the shower. Now enjoy your breakfast, or I’ll put you back on the shit you've been eating for the last month."
He leaned in closer, his voice hardening.
