The car stops again not even five minutes later, making me think the first stop was a checkpoint or gate and we’ve arrived at our destination. That’s confirmed when I hear doors opening and closing and then my box jerks and starts moving. I shouldn’t be relieved. I should be terrified, but I’m just happy to get out ofthe damned box, so when the lid finally opens, I smile brightly at the men looking at me. Their eyes slide over my naked body, and some of them smirk.
“No tits,” one notes before disappearing from my view.
“Yeah, she’s not much to look at,” another agrees, but starts loosening the straps holding me in place.
“Tit size isn’t everything,” the third one says. His voice is deep, and even without introductions, I know he’s the boss here. My new Master. Knowing this is the man I need to keep happy if I want to survive, I smile at him. His eyebrow shoots up. “She’s supposed to be well trained,” he says, looking at me but talking to his underlings. “Besides, she was free. A gift to celebrate the new deal.”
“So, we’re really going to be moving pussy for the Morozovs?” the first one asks. There’s a thud and a pained groan from the floor. “See what you’re missing out, Luka?” Another thud. This time, the groan is louder. “If you weren’t a fucking rat, you could have been drowning in prime Morozov pussy with us but no, you had to talk to the cops. Seriously, man, I thought we were friends.”
There are more noises and whimpers, sounding like someone’s getting kicked and punched. Christ, what have I gotten myself into?
Falling back on Mikhail’s rules, I keep smiling and pretend I don’t hear someone getting kicked to death just a few feet away from me. There’s nothing I can do for him. My goal is to survive until Mikhail rescues me.
The boss, who I assume is Sergei Chernov himself, holds out a hand to me, and I let him help me sit up. His knuckles are torn and bloodied but I ignore that, focusing instead on getting my spinning vision under control. It must be the remains of the drugs in my system because I don’t think my balance would be quite this shot just from lying down for a few hours. Since I can’tstand on my own, Chernov’s underling picks me up and sets me on the floor. I sink to my knees, more or less gracefully, grateful that the world isn’t spinning as much when I’m off my feet.
Tilting my chin up, Chernov makes me look at him, then fingers the red bow tied around my neck. “Nice touch,” he smirks. “They really have the product packaging worked out.”
I glance at the box I arrived in and stifle a snort. It isn’t just any random dull box. There are cheerful kiss prints covering it along with a big “Morozov Dolls” sign and, yes, there’s a “this side up” sticker that nearly makes me laugh out loud.
The clenching of my abdominal muscles reminds me how badly I have to pee. I shouldn’t speak unless spoken to, but what else am I supposed to do? I doubt the big scary boss would be happy if I peed on the floor like a naughty puppy. He might enjoy punishing me for it, but I’d rather avoid it. I don’t want to end up a broken, bleeding mess like the guy already groaning somewhere behind me.
As gently as I can, I clear my throat. “Master?”
The hair on the back of my neck prickles as the room goes quiet. “What is it, slut?” Chernov growls, clearly irritated at having to interact with me.
Stay alive.“I am excited to start serving you, Master,” I start, carefully weighing every word, “but may I please visit the bathroom first?”
He smirks. “No, you may not. I want to play with my expensive toy, not watch it gallivant around my mansion.”
What a jerk. I try my best puppy-dog eyes. “Please, Master. I need to pee,” I whisper, heat flaring in my cheeks at having to admit that in front of three men. Four if I count the one on the floor, but I doubt he’s paying attention.
“‘I need to pee’,” one of the underlings whines then bursts into laughter. “Boss, I bet Luka is thirsty. Why doesn’t she piss at him?”
“Hmm.” Chernov rubs his chin. “Yeah, why not. At least he’ll last us longer. Go on, slut.” He gestures behind me. “Piss into his mouth.”
Chapter 32
Grace
Stay alive.
I’m staying alive, but seriously, what is wrong with people?Even people forced into this should at least get bathroom breaks, not…this. Whatever the hell this even is.
“Move, Doll,” Chernov orders roughly. “Piss on that filthy rat.”
Dear god. The man on the floor looks unconscious, which is probably for the best. Acting like the obedient Doll I’m supposed to be, I move without hesitation and awkwardly crouch over his head. I can do this. I’m just peeing at the side of the road because there hasn’t been a gas station for miles and I couldn’t hold it, so we stopped the car and I’m crouched behind it, and I’m peeing on some grass. Definitely not on a beaten, bleeding man. Nope. Not looking down.
For a terrifying moment, it looks like my painfully full bladder will refuse to cooperate in front of so many people watching me, but it’s not like I haven’t done this before. Well, not the actual peeing into someone’s mouth part, but the bathroom in Mikhail’s place didn’t have a door. He didn’t specifically watch me pee, but I’m sure he could hear me, and it felt somewhat normal, like something couples might do in front of each other. So it shouldn’t be hard, especially since I’m pretending I don’t have an audience. I’m just peacefully peeing at the side of the road.
My muscles relax and relief hits me, but then there’s coughing and sputtering from below and, yeah, I’m definitely not alone at the side of the road. Jesus Christ. Can’t these assholes just demand a blowjob like normal criminals? This is so humiliating.
Fortunately, the man’s hands are tied behind his back so he can’t push me away, and one underling steps on his chest to keep him from rolling away. They’re laughing and cheering, and as much as it makes me a bad person, I’m relieved that their cruelty isn’t aimed at me. I even got to pee, so…yeah. I’m staying alive.
I’m going to demand a ridiculous amount of cuddles from Mikhail for putting me through this. Where is he, anyway? Isn’t it time for him to barge in guns blazing and rescue me already? Except we’re in the middle of Chernov’s mansion, surrounded by men who are armed to the teeth. How does Mikhail plan to rescue me?
Chills crawl up my spine at the thought of him leaving me behind, but I force myself to shake it off. He said I was his. There’s no way he would leave me here to be a plaything to these men. He wouldn’t. He said forever. He talked about a house, dammit. Our house. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to hear that, but I did, and now I want it. I want it all with him.
A white picket fence. A dog. I’ve always wanted a dog, but there was no way my uptight parents would put up with a shedding,slobbering creature running around our meticulously clean house. I’m not sure I want kids, but I definitely want a dog. And Mikhail. I want Mikhail to be here right now because I’m scared. I’m not scared of being fucked or forced to suck someone’s cock. Mikhail made sure I’m good at that, and these asshats will love it. But what happens when they get bored with me?
