"'I'm sorry. I thought you would kill me if you knew the truth!"
He didn't want to hear it. Intense pain followed with every strike. My ass was on fire. By this time I was almost sobbing.
"You would have brought in lots of money and taken my beatings so well. Now that's all changed, thanks to your lies. I'm so fucking pissed, I could kill you!"
When he finally stopped beating my ass, he crawled between my spread thighs and brutally thrust his cock inside me. My sex felt like it was being ripped apart.
The screams tore from my throat as he continued his violent attack. When he pulled out and pushed into my bottom, I almost passed out from the searing pain. There was no warning—no lube—nothing. The brutality went on throughout the night, with him resting in between.
The flashbacks made me sick to my stomach.
He stirred beside me and yawned; sweet and loving on the surface, not the monster who tore me apart hours before.
His hand slid down my stomach possessively, and bile rose in my throat. "Morning, green eyes," he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're quieter than usual. Worn out and sore?" He threw his head back and laughed.
I just gave him a dirty look and nodded, wanting to spit in his fucking face.
"Good. That means I did my job." He hissed.
I clenched my jaw, forcing myself not to flinch as he laughed. What a diabolical dickhead!
"You've got spirit, green eyes, I'll give you that," he continued, his tone dripping with mockery. "But after last night? "You're not half as tough as you pretend to be. All that crying and wailing…it looks like I won."
His grin was evil and calculating.
"I always win, green eyes."
His words cut into me like a knife, reminding me of the wounds that hadn't even begun to heal. I never felt so humiliated and degraded as I did with this evil bastard last night. He had me barking like a dog, while he choked me and continually brutalized both ends, just like he promised.
He shifted, rolling onto his back with a smug smile, arms folded behind his head like he didn't have a care in the world.
"Tonight, the party begins. Men with more money than God coming in to sample Hector's beauties. They'll love you green eyes. Especially after I've broken you in. All of my customers are depraved beyond anything you can imagine. What I did to you last night was just a taste of what you're in for when I sell you." He looked at me appreciatively.
"Fresh meat with rare eyes. You'll bring in a fortune, like I always knew you would."
My chest tightened, and my breath became shallow. I was nothing but a business transaction. My body, my life, stripped down to a dollar sign. I know I will never survive the same violence from another man. It's been a little over a month since I was taken, and Atlas is still nowhere in sight.
I didn't want to lose hope….not yet.
I was stronger than that, but I was having my doubts.
Hector's eyes narrowed with cruel amusement. "I almost kept you, green eyes." His eyes softened. "Almost. But you lied to me. Lied about your assassin boyfriend. Atlas, wasn't it?" He grinned. "Doesn't matter. You'remine right now, and tonight you'll be someone else's. And Becca? She will also pay for your deception. She won't last too long once the cutter gets his hands on her, and if he doesn't come through, I will make it my job to find another master just as brutal."
He smirked like the devil he was.
"She can thank you for the abuse later."
The tears burned hot behind my eyes, but I didn't cry. Not while he was watching, because he wanted to see me break, and I would never give him the satisfaction. Inside, I swore to myself; he hadn't won. Not yet. My body might be in his bed, but my spirit wasn't his to keep.
The very spirit he loves about me.
Hector chuckled, low and dark.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.
"You should never have underestimated me. At least with me, you know what to expect, but another master is unpredictable. Now lie back so I can apply your medicine. You won't be able to do much tonight because of your injuries, but I can certainly show them off, and I intend to. Now, legs up!"
I sighed and did as I was told, bringing my legs up to my chest. This was so damn humiliating, and if Atlas didn't get here soon, nothing but degradation, beatings and submission would be my very existence for the rest of my life, and it terrified me to no end.
