After a full week, he came in and stood at the foot of the bed while I ate whatever vegetables and meat they’d served me. “Is it now?”
He didn’t answer. His face was contorted. I’d never seen him like this.
“What did you do with the boy?”
“What do you want me to say? That I sent him to an orphanageto have a good life? That I searched for his parents all over Europe and found them and returned him to them?”
“The latter would be the decent option.”
“I’ve never doubted your size in balls. Talking to me like this before your punishment?”
“It’s not like there’s anything I can tell you that would stop you from almost killing me because, you know,you love me so fucking much, right?” The sarcasm was so thick as I rolled my eyes and said the word.
He rushed over and slapped me. “I guess it’s begun.” The nurse gasped and left the room.
I wanted to get this over with so I could return home to her. It was going to happen no matter what. After all, I’d known even before I arrived that it was going to happen. Once the nurse returned, he and the doctor helped me walk past him. “He’s not ready to be walking.” The doctor reprimanded him.
It took forever to arrive at the place this had begun, the library slash office that was big enough to be a ballroom. The overlords drinking whiskey and smoking cigars clapped at my entrance. One of them even whistled. I waved and that was it, because I was exhausted beyond belief, out of breath, sweating, and needing to sit.Heended up having to grab a chair for me so I could rest. That’s the state I was in.
While Master disappeared, the others gathered around me. There were jokes and questions. “What the fuck were you thinking, all that for some poor kid. What did you get out of it, some ego trip?”
They’d forgotten that since I was Master’s bitch, I, too, was probably once just a poor child. These people hardly gave a fuck about their own children, so to them, the rest of us were walking garbage that got in their way, littering their planet.
“Where’s the kid?” That was the question that finally shut them up. I was relieved to hear the silence. They just stood theregawking at me for the longest time, as if I’d spoken in some alien language.
“He’sdead, Tristan,” the Silver Fox said, his head tilted to the side. Wrinkled skin on his forehead told me he didn’t understand why I would think anything else would happen. There was a hint of empathy in his eyes, as if he felt sorry for me for being such a fool. Truthfully, I didn’t understand myself either. Why did I keep expecting decency from humans? “Francois shot him out of rage when you fainted and almost died. Did you not hear the shot? He loves you so much.”
There was that word again—love.
I lowered my stare to the floor, biting at my lip, trying not to cry. Images of the kid’s face and his naked body running away before they started shooting and I picked him up ran through my mind while their voices muffled. There was that all-too familiar hole in my chest. I wished I could be like them, completely devoid of morals, but no matter how much they made me go through, how much cruelty and depravity they showed me, the empathy always slung right back into me. My mind was on fire yet frozen. I wanted, no, needed to be numb. I was surrounded by the worst predators on Earth; to show emotion was to declare myself the prey.
A servant walked in with a small tray and bent down, offering me what he was holding—a glass of water and a pill. “Master says to drink,” he said. While staring into his eyes, I took the pill. Minutes later, a heat spread through me. I wasn’t surprised at all at how strangely horny I became.
The doors opened again, and Master walked in holding the chain attached to the leash on a young naked woman, not older than twenty-one, with long, black hair.
She crawled all the way to me, between my legs. Her hands unraveled my robe to find me naked, with my cock still flaccid. Her eyes looked into mine for a brief moment. It was the samelook I got from everyone who first looked at my dick, shock. She took it into her warm mouth, jerking it in and out while cupping my balls, massaging them, then letting go in an attempt to make it come alive.
Slowly, it hardened when I remembered howshe’dsucked my dick the first time, like a fucking professional whore. All I’d had to do was be nice and that side of her came out. I wasn’t seeing the face and eyes of the girl in front of me, I was seeing Magdalena begging me for mercy, for help, with tears brimming her big almond eyes full of darkness. I extended my hand, pushed her hair back, and promised her once again that it would be over soon.
I heard my breathing, the overlords around me masturbating, fucking the girl from behind, her moans and whimpers that didn’t hit the same pitch ashers. I was there and also not quite there at the same time. Numb, half deaf, and blind to everything around me. The room slowly moved in a circle, and I could hardly will my body to function as I wanted to. It was as limp as my dick had been just minutes before.
Her tongue, her warm saliva, her lips so tight around the girth of me, and her muffled screams distracted me, taking me back to that night. When I opened my eyes again, it wasn’t her accidentally rubbing her teeth on my dick, there was a man I’d never seen covering my view. My cock was no longer in her mouth, it was in his gloved hands. Something sharp slid over my length, as if he were writing something on it with a pen.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I couldn’t even count how many hands took hold of my arms and legs, pinning me against the chair. I screamed and thrashed, trying to pull away so hard the chair would have fallen over if not for all the guards holding it and me. I was completely detained. Whatever it was, it was scraping my cock but not piercing or breaking the skin.
“Let me go! Let go of me!” My cock was completely limp as I screamed my heart out and fought.
“Try again, honey,” the fat man who’d been covering my view said. Then to give her space, he moved his chair back so I could see and feel her lips encircling my dick again, but before she could take all of it, I saw letters drawn on it. I was too stressed out, basically having a panic attack.
What the fuck?I scanned for him, not finding him in the crowd. The heads of the overlords and guards kept getting bigger, then smaller, as if I were looking at them through a camera from too close and then too far, blocking the view of everything else around me. I was losing my mind, and the room sounded even more crowded with voices I couldn’t assign to anyone.
“What’s going oooonnnnnnnnnnn!” I screamed at the top of my lungs for as long as possible.
“It’s not working,” the fat man said.
Thenhebroke through the crowd of demonic assholes pinning me down, enjoying and laughing at the situation. His palm flattened on my chest, pushing me back against the chair. I was still trying to break free, to fight all of them. “Tristan. Calm down,” he whispered.
I couldn’t believe his words; he wanted me to calm down when they were drawing letters on my dick? “What are you going to do to me? I need to know what the fuck you’re going to do to me!” My yelling broke the laughter and the depravity for a moment. As his bitch, I wasn’t supposed to be talking to him like that. Even the slaves I had trained knew better.
