Again, he let out a little chuckle. “Yes. I’m looking forward to enjoying her. She has a certain spark in her eyes that I can’t wait to turn off, like she’s not capable of being domesticated.”
“Well, I definitely must admit she was a challenge. But she’s almost ready.”
Master hit his glass of whiskey with a small spoon. I had not even noticed when he’d stepped away. Everyone turned to give him their attention, and all expression melted from my eyes when I saw a big round table being assembled in the middle of the room. A man came in with black robes hanging from his arm. He distributed them to everyone as he walked through the room, then the two gigantic baroque doors were closed from the inside.
Quickly, the curtains were drawn, significantly darkening the room. I swallowed deep. The place started shrinking, but I knew I was just having a panic attack. I blinked and was no longer there. I was in the warehouse again, where they’d almost killed us.What the fuck is happening?I scanned the room, but thank God no one was looking at me, so maybe this wasn’t about me.Then who?The room was mostly empty, just the overlords.
With my gaze on Master, I walked around the room until I was almost by the doors, where I could see they’d brought in a wooden box, the likes of which we usually used to transport the girls.What. The. Fuck?
I knew what this was, but I didn’t want to know.
I undressed as everyone else had done and put on the robe, with the hood over my head. Once everyone was dressed, the male servant cracked the box open, revealing a terrified naked kid. He met my gaze, but his expression was unreadable, as if we had not promised each other there wouldn’t be any more children tied to a table and gang raped. As if he had not promised me a hundred times that he wasn’t into that anymore, that I had been what he’d been searching for. It wasn’t that I was hurt that he’d lied. My terror for the child was causing my mindto slowly shatter. The intensity between us increased with every second. Under any other circumstances, I would’ve lowered my eyes to stare at the floor in obedience, but not this time. The longer I waited to do what he wanted, the harder he glared at me.
I covered my face and turned away, searching for a garbage can to throw up in, but there was nothing. Squeezing my eyes tight, I took a deep breath before I faced the spectacle again.
It was just as I’d remembered. Everything they’d done to me, they were about to do to that poor boy. By the time I rushed to him, the kid was flat on his tummy—his neck, waist, knees, ankles, and wrists secured to the table. I refused to keep looking but heard the bottle of lube being squeezed.
“Please don’t do this,” I whispered from behind him.
“Tristan…” he warned through gritted teeth without turning to face me.
“What are you doing? You promised me you wouldn’t do this again.” He didn’t respond.
“Francois—” I swallowed deep. I had never dared call him by his name before. “Please, I am begging you from the bottom of my fucking heart. I’ll do anything, anything you want, but please don’t do this.”
“Anything?”
My voice broke because my tears were on the brink of spilling. “Any… thing.” My breaths trembled in between as I remembered everything he’d done to me, to all of us—the violent rapes, the lashes, the punches to the eyes and nose, locking us in narrow cells in the dark for weeks. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just stand there and watch another child be torn apart to death, and I couldn’t rape him like he’d forced me to too many times until I was fifteen years old and had finally convinced him to stop.
“Gentlemen,” he called. “There has been a change in plans. Untie the boy.”
“What—” He walked away from me. The servants untied the naked kid. “Put him back in the box.” They all obeyed, and the overlords looked at the both of us, confused.
Things were running fast, and the doors opened before anyone could ask a question. Through the halls, past the orgies, we walked farther to the back of the house, the box rolling too easily, with Master leading the crowd. Some of the people joined us as we passed their areas. The farther we got, the harder it was to keep up with him. He didn’t even stop once we arrived outside. People almost fell into the person in front of them when he suddenly stopped a few meters behind the house. The cliff was a kilometer away. Looking behind me, I saw the windows through the halls packed with people watching us. I was walking to the front to talk some fucking sense into him when he whispered something to one of the servants who’d delivered the box. That man walked all the way to where the sand ended and the blue line of the ocean began and held his hand out to the side.
The other servant reopened the box. “Gentlemen, Tristan had a better idea than me. This is why I love him so much.” There was a chuckle among them. “I’m going to free this boy, and whoever shoots him dead first will get to fuck Tristan first.” They all lined up next to the box. I stayed behind and watched in horror as the kid crawled out.
“Let’s give him a fair ten seconds.”
Master whispered something into the kid’s ear. The kid started running, and Master counted. I stood there in shock. I mean, I knew his depravity, I knew theirs, but… what the fuck was this? I didn’t have a gun. There were four of them. Perhaps with an automatic, I could have just killed them.
“Eight! Nine!”
As soon as I heard nine, I bolted as fast as I could between Master and the Silver Fox, unbalancing them. My shouldersnudged them, making them fire into the air. The kid had not been hit. He was still running. I came up behind him and picked him up as shot after shot after shot fired through the air.
In my arms, I carried him and raced at full speed. With my large body, I covered him from getting hit. Most of the bullets hit the sand around us.
“Trisssssssstaaaaaaaan!” The screech held panic. It was Master. Then more and more bullets rained down on us as I ran at breakneck speed. “What the fuck are you doing?” he screamed at the top of his lungs with fury, but I didn’t look back.
They didn’t stop shooting.
I just focused on the man by the cliff. He was my destination, my goal. Getting the kid there was all that mattered. My lungs begged for oxygen whilehekept screaming my name, telling me to release the kid. Meanwhile, the child in my arms screeched then wailed and trembled while hanging onto me as tight as he could.
It broke through my skin, tore the tissue and muscle inside. The burning on my right shoulder blade spread. Blood wetted my back and robe. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but getting to the man.
Then another hit my lower back on the right side. This one hurt more and made me trip. The boy fell to the ground. “Run!”
He froze, looking back at the overlords and crying.
