Page 57 of Tame Me

He comes in under two minutes before another man starts fucking me. One by one, I count twenty-five more men who come up and fuck me. They take turns between my pussy and ass. Some are halfway decent. Most are terrible. They all use lubricant and condoms, though. I am so goddamn tired by the time someone picks me up that I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m still holding my picture, though, and I’ll never let it go.

I get laid in a bed, and someone is cleaning me. When I force my eyes open, I see Declan. “I’ll be quick. Just rest,” he tells me.

“Can they hear?” I mutter.

“No,” he says simply.

“You know Thane?” I ask, watching him clean me.

“He’s my big brother,” he tells me. “He’s also going to fucking kill me.”

“Nah,” I say. “I won’t let him.”

“I’ll try to get a hold of him, but… Ayla, you have to do what they say. No attitude. No running. Just do as they say. He will get what he wants and give you back.”

“As long as my baby is safe,” I say.

“Right now, yes. He’s weird about not allowing abortion. Once it’s born… I don’t know,” he says.

“But for now?” I ask.

“He’s going to lock you in this room and make me take care of you. He has forbidden me from fucking you, which is fine. I’ll be here to bring you every meal and check on you and the baby. He will come in and rape you, I’m sure. You won’t be allowed to leave otherwise.”

“I’m going to die of boredom,” I say.

“There is a television, and I can bring you books. Really, whatever that doesn’t require the internet.”

“Can I have a tablet without the internet?” I ask.

“I’ll ask him. Why for?”

“Reading, drawing, writing, just whatever,” I say. “Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

“I’ll ask. Just be careful what you do with it,” he says. “I’ll bring you some things in the meantime.”

“I’ll suck his dick for a moon pie,” I say seriously, making him smirk. “This doesn’t feel like captivity.”

“It won’t as long as you don’t piss him off,” he says. “Just… don’t believe a word he says. Ever. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say.

“Get some rest. I’ll come back in the morning,” he tells me, pulling the covers over me. “I’ll bring you some clothes in the morning. There are some snacks on your bedside table. I also left you some salve you need to use. Josh knows, but you are incredibly swollen. You aren’t bleeding or anything, but he needs to go easy on you so you might bleed.”

“Is the baby…” I start to ask.

“Yes. They’re well protected, but getting fucked by twenty-six people in a short period of time is a lot of friction, even with lubricant. So expect him to find other ways to get himself off for a while.

“Alright,” I sigh.

“Try and sleep, Ayla.”

“Thank you, Declan,” I say.

“Don’t thank me, Ayla. I raped you,” he says before walking out of the room.

I stare up at the ceiling for a moment before I unwrinkle the photo and look at my baby. I put one hand on my lower belly and speak softly. “Mama is going to take care of you, little bean. I don’t care what I have to do; I will get you to your dads.”

Four Months Later