Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Snow cloaked me; I broke into full-out trembles. “Wh-What do they do?”
“Let’s just say there are twenty-nine of us—sorry, thirty now with you—but that number changes constantly.” His eyes clouded with things I didn’t want to see or know. “Some stay for a while. Me? I’ve been here five years. But some…they only last a few months. The ones who disobey, try to run, masturbate, or do other rebellious things vanish…never to be seen again.”
I couldn’t breathe. Panic swirled inside me, making the humidity in the bathing chamber crawl down my throat and gag me.
I-I need fresh air. I need to get out of here. I need to run—
A small, trapped moan escaped me. I fought rapidly cresting fear.
“Hey,” Peter murmured. “It’s okay. If you obey the rules, you’ll survive. I’ve got you. I’ll guide you. Just…do everything I say, and you’ll get through this.”
I shook my head.
Get through this?
I didn’t want to get through this.
I want to go home.
I want my brother.
I want all of this to be a terrible mistake.
I stiffened as my eyes fell on the showering man again. I hadn’t meant to look. It just…happened. He scrubbed his face, his cock streaming with water as it sluiced down his carved belly.
Immediately, societal programming had me ripping my gaze away.
“Second rule.” Peter’s fingers pushed against my chin, raising my head unwillingly. “Everything you thought you knew about sex and privacy are gone. Look at them. Don’t be shy. Drink in their pieces, stare at their private parts, imagine them being fucked and moaning.”
“Stop it.” I swatted at his hand, but he gripped my chin and moved behind me, holding my face up. “Look,” he hissed in my ear. “Study them because they will study you. There is no part of you that is not public property. That’s the hardest thing to accept, but once you do…everything else gets easier. Get used to the human form, Ily—in all its shades. There is no such thing as race here, no such thing as hierarchy or who has more wealth or power. We are all the same. Pets to be played with, toys to be broken, and if you can’t stomach looking at three jewels—mostly intact with only a few bruises—then you’ll faint when you see what the Masters do to us, and fainting is not a good thing.”
Letting me go, he kissed my cheek from behind. “But don’t worry. We all serve together. We all heal together. We’ve all fucked each other when we’ve been commanded to put on a porno and have no secrets that we can’t whisper. There’s no such thing as love or relationships in here…just pleasure where we can steal it and the comfort of sharing this nightmare with others.”
Horror crawled up my throat, forming a choking ball of tears. “How can you accept any of this? How do you wake each morning, all while knowing what they will do to you?”
“It’s that or die.” He shrugged and moved to my side. “We all want to survive. You’ll soon learn you can endure far worse than you imagined in order to do that.” Smiling softly, his dark eyes gentled with understanding. “You’re stronger than you think.”
When I didn’t reply, he pointed at the three people as showers were turned off and the guy tossed the girls a towel each.
“The curvy redhead with tits that look like downy pillows is Nancy,” Peter said. “The rakey blonde with no tits is Rebecca. And the Adonis with a cock that puts even mine to shame is Kirk.”
My cheeks blazed as Kirk heard his name, and his eyes snapped to us. With a flourish, he ruffled his wet dark blond hair with the towel, marching toward us with his cock swinging and skin gloriously dripping.
He looked like a Viking.
Like some plunderer of virgins yet was somehow captured by monsters.
“And what do you have here, Pete? A new gem for them or for me?” He winked and looked me up and down, studying my flouncy skirt and strappy top. “Snatched you from a nightclub, huh? Hardly new.” He cocked his thumb over his shoulder. “Nancy was the same. Had her drink spiked and woke up in the trunk of a car. Then again, Rebecca had the unfortunate experience of going for a job interview, only to find herself raped over a desk before being proven to be a worthy employee and sent here.” He spoke of such horrendous things, yet his tone was as calm as if he spoke about the weather.
Are they all so desensitised to suffering?
“I—” I had no idea what to say. I closed my mouth and shrugged sadly.
“It’s all good.” He smiled. “You’ll get used to everything soon enough. For now, I’m sure Pete’s been telling you the rules.” Wrapping the towel around his waist, thankfully giving me a reprieve from the iron between his sculpted thighs, he listed, “One, no coming unless with a Master. Two, your body no longer belongs to you. Three, if they summon you, you go as fast as you can. Four, don’t make eye contact with the Masters unless they give permission. Five, don’t speak to the Masters unless they give permission. Six, don’t let yourself feel anything. No affection. No hate. No despair. You do, they feed off it. Seven—”