The words pour out, aimed only at me.
At the man who still holds the leash on every nightmare she’s ever survived.
“After everything I’ve been through… Everything you know I’ve been through. I can’t survive it again. I’m fucking begging you, Law!”
My head tilts the smallest fraction, but her fright fails to move me.
Then I drag my gaze away, and nod once at the men, barely noticeable, and their circle tightens around her.
“Law! Please!”
Cries empty out of her, loud and ugly, eyes darting everywhere.
My whisky glass balances on my knee and I tap it with my finger like I’m not about to witness something that’s supposed to be utterly horrific.
One positions himself by her legs at the foot of the snooker table, his palms sliding down her inner thighs, fingers digging in, trying to pry them apart.
But she locks every muscle, thighs clamped so tight she trembles from the strain just to keep that last shred of dignity.
“We can do this the easy way or the fucking hard way,” he snarls. “This is hubby’s orders, and we’re just here to play.”
Not waiting a second longer, another man suddenly snatches her wrists and pins them above her head, pressing them hard into the rough green felt.
His other hand rips her shirt up, exposing her heaving breasts.
Her body bucks, spine arching off the table, hips twisting, every tendon fighting against the hold.
This is going to be a long fucking night.
Without hesitation, the one positioned near her legs pulls out a knife, and the blade catches the low light as he presses the cold steel flat against her inner thigh.
“Open your fucking legs,” he growls at her. “Or I’ll cut them open and fuck your dirty cunt with the blade.”
Blaire’s distress turns into a flicker of defiant anger, jaw set tight. But still, she refuses and keeps her thighs locked shut before spitting directly into his face.
“You sick cunts! I'll fucking kill you!”
For a second, everything stops, and he wipes the glob from his cheek, expression blank.
Then, giving no more warnings, he brings the knife down to her chest, and in one smooth, brutal swipe, he slices her pretty left nipple clean off, showing just how bad this is about to get for her.
Her scream rips through the room—high, guttural and inhuman. Blood pours and spurts down her chest instantly, bright crimson against her pale skin.
She continues to fight again, not giving it easily, but the man pinning her wrists above her head holds her firm.
The one with the knife then leans over, and drives the blade straight through both her palms, pinning them to the snooker table with a wet thunk.
Her screech rises even higher, the cruelty ringing off the walls.Her fingers shake violently, drawn out like wire pulled too tight, hands trapped beneath the hold of the blade.
As soon as the sound leaves her mouth, and she becomes lost in the anguish, the man between her legs takes advantage, and wrenches her thighs wide apart with brutal strength.
In an instant, he stoops and buries his face against her. He viciously eats her pussy—aggressively and mercilessly tongue fucking his way inside her as blood continues to run down her torso.
I breathe in deeply as Blaire’s body twitches, her legs attempting to kick uselessly, crimson pooling beneath her on the table.
He devours her, sucking and biting while her broken screams turn into choking sobs. And all I do is watch, taking another slow sip of whiskey, eyes fixed on her face.
She’s already breaking completely, and they haven’t even fucking started yet.
