Page 32 of Volatile Waters

CHAPTER EIGHT

Strong Wills

Falling…How far do you descend into hell before feeling the fire?How many flames need to singe your flesh—your soul—before you realize there is a desperate need to escape the heat?

For me, I had to fall so far down; most don’t literally have the strength to climb back up from the pits of hell. Seeing what you have become is the most painful part of the journey. The reflection in the self-imposed mirror is nothing short of a demon. Not many want to look into the eyes of the horrendous and see their spirit laughing at all the suffering of others.

Opening the door that led to the basement, my cellphone vibrated. It was a message from Kirill saying he had the filming room ready. I was sure to hide my phone’s screen, but halfway down the stairs, Rainbow finally started to acknowledge her instincts. Unfortunately, it was far too late. When she didn’t follow me down the next step, the monster in me smiled. My fun was about to begin. I was finally going to get to break the strong woman in her. Shredding her independence and forcing her to need me for the basics of life was going to give me immense pleasure. I knew my eyes were gleaming satisfaction as I faced her, planting my feet, preparing for the delicious battle to come. My nostrils flared to inhale as much of her fear as possible. The scent seeped into my devil-spawned pores, fueling my hunger to epic levels.

Sensing the evil before her, a visible tremble racked her whole body. “You lied.”

“As did you, to yourself, thinking this prepaid sexual scheme was a good idea.” I licked my lips while staring her down, daring her to deny it. Like a vampire needing blood, I watched her throat as she swallowed.

I beamed with dark desires as she stubbornly set her proud shoulders back, ready to defend herself. “Who are you, and why am I here?”

“Who am I?” My hands opened and closed as I fought for control. I wanted to throttle her for her lack of respect. “I am your Master.” I didn’t need to look behind me. Rainbow’s eyes widened, let me know Kirill and Adrian now flanked me on the stairs. “Why are you here?” I could feel their hunger, too. I was delivering an unexpected treat, after a long time on the road. “To be fucked, as requested.”

After silence hung between us, Rainbow spun on her toes and rushed back up the stairs. Three chuckles followed her as she pounded on the door that automatically locked after being shut. All masters had a remote in their pockets to allow exits and entries.

At the top of the stairs, there was nowhere for her to go, so I pursued. Once to her, I pressed my chest to her back, pushing her stomach against the door. In her ear, I whispered, “Is this the rape scenario you were hoping for?”

An elbow crashed back, slamming into my mouth. My upper lip split on impact. Blood gushed as I cursed in Russian. Kirill and Adrian reached over my shoulders to try and subdue the enraged woman. The four of us struggled in the confined area, but soon, Rainbow was subdued. Her legs tried to kick, and her arms fought to swing, causing us to make our way back down the stairs clumsily. When she saw a naked female slave on her knees in the hallway, properly submissive, her rage doubled. When we got to the door of the filming room, Kirill and Adrian held her still so I could remove my clothing and put on a black hooded silk robe that covered my identity.

Rainbow was one of the strongest willed women I had ever had the pleasure of breaking. It was as if she blacked out. Fear was gone, and rage was present, all feeding my dark soul. Once properly robed, I grabbed her by the throat. Not being able to breathe was the only action that refocused her will to fight. She pulled at my men’s tight hold, trying to break free. At my mark, they released her, and her hands clutched at my tight grip around her neck. I told them, “Robe up. Meet you in there. I’m having her first.”

Peering at the light above the door, I waited. When the light bulb lit up, I knew we were recording. Flashes of Mrs. Thompson’s face kept entering my line of sight as I shoved Rainbow backward into the cold block room that consisted of only a mattress. My voice was muffled under the thick hood, better disguising me. “I hope you scream for me. I hope every man who jacks off to your pleas knows that you wanted this.”

She was trying to speak but had already run out of oxygen. I had yet to release my vice grip blocking her airway. When I finally released her, she was so busy gasping that she didn’t see my strike coming. I smacked her across the face so hard she slammed to the concrete floor. I gave her no time to collect her wits. I dragged her back to her feet by her hair.

With an arm wrapped around her waist from behind, I put my mouth to her ear while holding her face to the camera. Blood from her busted lip dripped to my fingers as I whispered, “Your family will search for you, but you will never be found. The only ones to ever see you again will pay top dollar to watch me violate you in whatever way they choose.” Her chest panted from under my hold as I now pointed her view to a monitor. Text appeared through the web feed as men typed what they wanted to witness…

Close up of her cunt as you…

Double penetration…

Come on her face…

Bite her nipple…

She tried to pull her face from mine as I licked up the side of her cheek, salty tears dancing on my tongue. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Her head leaned back against my chest as she wailed at the ceiling, where more cameras filmed me breaking her with only words… to start with.

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Harry was asleep in the chair when I reentered my bedroom. I was back to being exhausted. The lack of sleep from the trip had me in need of a shower and a good night’s rest. Without turning on bedroom lights, I slipped into the bathroom for a shower.

Hot water was jetting against my back when Rainbow entered, naked. Through the glass, I studied her dragging her feet as she headed for the toilet. Makeup was smeared under her eyes and down her cheeks from all the tears I expertly pulled from her. Wiping a hand down my face to see past the water, I watched her. She winced as she cautiously sat. When I left the film room, Kirill and Adrian were almost done fucking her at the same time. They knew to bring her back to me when done so that training could continue.

The toilet flushed as she slowly walked toward the sink. Fresh water wet her face before she stared at her broken reflection in the mirror. The glass wasn’t broken, but her spirit most certainly was. Her eyes were shadowed with wisdom she now wished to be without.

When she reached into the medical box, I snapped through the opening of the shower, “Did you get permission?”

Hips, bruised from being manhandled, lazily scraped against the countertop, due to the lack of energy to turnaround without support. Her shaky hand held up a prescription bottle.

With no sympathy at all, I grinned. “Need another round to help you sleep?”

Her bloody and swollen lip kept her mouth from moving much, but she managed, “I hurt.”