Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“It is the same fucking thing.”
Before I can remind myself a hit of coke will give me the same thrill I’m chasing from a woman I can’t touch, I curl my hand around Katie’s throat and slowly back her toward the vanity mirror. The arch of her back gapes the front of her towel, exposing her bleeding cunt to my hungry eyes.
The thud of her fading pulse against my thumb makes me instantly hard, not to mention the sight of her glistening pussy lips. She’s bare, her routine of shaving as regular as the number of times she washes her hair. “Why do you keep shaving? You know he hates it.”
“How would I know what he hates? I’ve seen him three times and not once was it without clothing.”
I tighten my grip, her voice not husky enough for my liking. Her attitude, though, I’m fucking obsessed with that. It’s grown tenfold the past month. “You know because I told you what he likes. He wants you natural.” Unlike me. With the need to come still rampant in my veins, I wedge my thigh between her splayed legs before stepping even closer. “Why haven’t you touched yourself yet?” With the hand not circled around her throat, I tug down the front of her towel. “I’ve stroked my cock every fucking day for weeks, yet you’ve not once brushed a fingertip over your nipples that are begging for attention.”
Part of the spark I saw in her eyes the day she was auctioned flares through her dilated gaze before she murmurs, “I’ve not had any incentive.”
She means her words as an insult, and I take them that way. “Then maybe I should stop feeding you. Make you hungry enough you’ll eat anything.” I don’t know if my grip is slipping in the steamy conditions or if she grinds down a little in response to my threat. Whatever it is, it has me pushing our exchange into dangerous territory. “You’re still a virgin even if you suck dick, right?”
When I tug her onto her knees like I did the day she stumbled into my office, there’s no hiding the effect she has on me. I’m strained against the zipper of my trousers, the pinch almost painful.
Fear doesn’t highlight her eyes when she looks up at me. It never has once the past two months, but concern is in abundance and a whole heap of worry.
She knows what my cock doesn’t want to acknowledge.
Having her suck it will get our sisters killed far sooner than it will us.
It takes everything I have to pull back, and it isn’t done without the aggression I can’t hold back when things don’t go my way. “Dry yourself then get on the bed. Let’s get this over with before I’m tempted to add to the blood on your sheets without using your cunt.”
23
KATIE
My second period at the Bobrov compound has tapered to almost nothing. The small smears of blood on the sanitary napkins I’m allowed to use are more a light brown than red, but I see them growing murkier when Ghost instructs for me to lie down on the bed.
He doesn’t use the stirrups like the doctors or the invading silver duck-beak tongs. He merely inserts the vial partly inside my vagina, then releases my husband’s sperm inside me without looking at me or my face.
They’d have to know I can’t get pregnant on my period. Even only having my period a year before I was abducted didn’t exclude that knowledge from me, yet without fail, every day, I am inseminated with ‘his’ sperm.
Part of me thinks he’s doing it to frustrate Ghost. His aggressive nature is paramount for all hours of the day, but it is even more noticeable during insemination periods the past two months.
I guess even a man with nothing wouldn’t crave a woman with another man’s sperm dripping out of her. This is my husband’s way of making me unattractive to anyone around me. It ensures they will follow his every command no matter what.
“Did you bring it?” I ask when Ghost lowers the sheets to cover my wobbly knees.
He usually brings me treats to ensure I stay in bed for a minimum of twenty minutes. Yesterday, I asked for something different. It is foolish of me, but things have been different between us the past two months. He’s pleased I am doing as asked and has been awarding my submissiveness in many ways.
Today, I want a recent photograph of my sister.
Next week, I may beg for my freedom. That’s how confident I am that Ghost is starting to see sense through the madness.
“What did I tell you, маленький ягненок?”
I grimace when my squirm up the bed causes cum to dribble out of my vagina. I feel as damp and wet as I did five weeks ago when Ghost pinned me to the vanity mirror by my throat and wedged his thigh between my legs.