I know what’s coming this time. I can feel as the clamp pinches my flesh, as the needle is forced into me and then as the bolt of metal is forced through the newly made hole.
When it’s done, they both stare down at their handiwork.
“Very nice.” Conrad says while Magnus slaps my breast hard enough that both the diamond bells sing, and I scream again.
My face is wet with tears. I can’t keep my body from trembling, but neither of these monsters seem to care. Instead, they seem to revel in my pain like it’s some sort of aphrodisiac.
Conrad let’s go on my arms and I drop them, quickly covering myself, at least, covering what little of me I can.
But the belief I have that this is over quickly vanishes as Conrad lunges for me again, this time pinning me down with his body, using his weight to hold me against the mattress. With his hands, he pries my legs apart and exposes my most intimate area for his brother to see.
“No. Stop. Please.” I cry out, wondering if this is it. If that the whole piercing thing was merely foreplay to them before they took what they really wanted.
“Grace,” Magnus says, his voice dangerously soft. “We aren’t going to rape you. Not exactly.” He sounds almost analytical as he speaks. “But we are going to enhance your appeal.”
Enhance. That’s the key word. They’re thinking of me as a product, a prize, and they want to make me more valuable. More desirable. More…broken.
“Enhance.” I echo numbly, unable to comprehend the sheer depravity of what is going on.
My breasts ache with a pain I can’t even describe, and the way Conrad is pressing down on me makes it even worse.
Conrad laughs, a harsh, grating sound. “Think of it as investment, Gracey. We put in a little something, and suddenly no one cares about those little scars of yours, and you’re worth ten times more.”
His nails dig into my flesh, leaving red crescents on the soft skin of my inner thigh. Fresh terror mixes with the bile rising in my throat.
“Don’t fight us, Grace,” Magnus says, his voice unnervingly calm as he watches my agony. “I’ve done this to enough slaves, and I can assure you it only makes it worse.” His hands are on my knees now, pressing down hard, pinning my struggling legs against the bed frame. “Just cooperate. It’ll be over quicker.”
Cooperate? I am cooperating only by enduring this violation. Each second feels like an eternity stretched thin with agony. Tears stream down my face, hot and stinging, but I can’t wipe them away. My eyes are wide, staring up at the ceiling, past the harsh yellow strip of fake daylight, trying to escape the reality of what’s happening.
Conrad manages to pull my leg up, my foot dangling helplessly above the concrete floor. His hand moves up, fingers tracing the inside of my leg, deliberately brushing against the sensitive flesh. A fresh wave of panic washes over me. This is worse than the nipple piercing. It’s calculated, invasive, designed to break me.
“No. Stop, please, stop.” I sob, my voice raw. “You’re hurting me. Please...”
His fingers continue while the cold air touches my most private places, sending shivers of pure, unadulterated panic through me. I feel exposed, violated, not just physically but in the deepest recesses of my soul.
“This is about preparation,” Magnus says, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. He leans down, his face inches from mine. “About ensuring your condition is… optimal for the buyer.”
Optimal? Preparation? The words hang in the air, dripping with cruelty. He is treating my body, my shame, as something to be ‘prepared’.
Conrad ignores my pleas, his fingers finally reaching the juncture where my thigh meets my hip. His touch is firm, almost brutal as he pulls back my pubic hair, as he reveals a part of me I know is forbidden.
“What you don’t understand, Grace, is that your body was designed for this.” Magnus says, as he pinches a part of me, a part that’s deep, a part that makes me shriek. “Almost as if God himself created your cunt with this sole purpose.”
I don’t understand what he’s saying. I don’t understand a word of it.
“This is called your clitoral shaft.” He explains, like we’re now in an anatomy lesson. “Not all women have cunts where you can grab it. Because you do, it means you can have a very particular type of piercing…”
“I don’t want it.” I hiss. “I don’t want anything.”
He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t be ungrateful. Your new master will be very happy to see this amendment, not to add, you will too every time he fucks you.”
I gulp, trying once more to get his brother off me, but Conrad simply rolls his eyes like I’m an inconvenience.
“I take this needle.” Magnus says, holding it up for me to see. “And I drive it in…”
Its long. So impossibly long.
With a sharp, deliberate movement, he forces it inside me. It’s cold, hard, an intrusion so profound it feels like a violation of my entire being. It sinks in, pushing past the top layer of my skin with a jolt, slicing through the delicate tissue underneath. The sensation is indescribably painful; a sharp, stretching agony that makes me arch my back instinctively, straining against hands that hold me down.
