When he came back downstairs, Maxim removed the chain from around my neck, dragged me to the center of the room where he connected my wrists to shackles. They were attached to pillars on both sides of the room. He did the same with my legs, forcing me to leave myself vulnerable to his touch if he were to even attempt such a thing.
Now Maxim stands satisfied with my positioning. He removes his belt slowly and smiles gleefully at me. “This is how a whore is supposed to be treated,” he states as he proceeds to start my painful experience.
I don’t even know how long it’s been since he’d come back down, or how many times he’s brought the belt against my skin. I want nothing more than to beg him to stop. To plead with him to leave me alone, but it’s pointless. Even I can see it in his eyes, there is no talking this man out of harming me.
“You only have your family name to thank for this treatment,” Maxim cackles, bringing the belt against my flesh once again with a snap of the leather. Maxim continues to bring his belt down on my skin, making sure to leave no part of me untouched.
The sound of metal hitting concrete sends a shiver down my spine. I lift my gaze to take in what he’s doing now. I first notice the belt on the ground, then I notice Maxim’s opened his pants and his shaft is out. If I weren’t in so much pain or scared he might do something more harmful, I might laugh at the puny thing he can barely grip.
“Whores should know their place, and you should not be allowed to show your face. I’ll show you what it means to be marked by a Volkolv,” he snickers and circles around me. “These hideous dreads should be chopped off, they’re disgusting.”
No. No. No.
Please whoever is listening to me, don’t let him do anything to my hair. Or whatever else he might be thinking.
Kronid might have thought what he and I did was rape, but I’d given him my permission, knowing we didn’t have a choice. This time around if Maxim does anything to me it will be rape and I don’t think I could bare to live with myself knowing he placed his nastiness within my body.
Maxim’s hand slides through my dreads, gripping a fist full and yanks my head to the side. “I’ll show you how you need to be treated, how your sisters should be treated, but you’ll suffer for the three of you. You were the easiest to pluck from the nest and right in my neck of the woods too. It couldn’t have been more perfect,” he spits his words out, his accent thick and daunting.
I cringe and squeeze my eyes shut as Maxim presses his front into my back and rubs himself against the crevice of my backside. Using his free hand not holding my hair, he reaches around, drags his fingertips roughly along my skin, making sure to pinch my nipples harshly in his motions. Maxim grunts against my shoulder as he continues to rub his shaft against me while his hand slides up to my neck where he applies pressure.
Enough pressure that causes me to not be able to breathe.
“See, this is how you should be treated,” he growls, his hips pressing into me.
My mouth gapes as I try to find air but I’m unable to do so. Maxim’s hand is blocking all supply from entering my lungs.
Again, I beg whoever is listening to me, to please not let me die like this.
Maxim’s thrusts against my rear increase and as spurts of his cum hit me, he releases my throat but only so he can bite into the crease where my shoulder and neck meet. I’m unable to stop myself from screaming in agonizing pain.
Releasing my neck, Maxim steps away and I feel the blood he’s drawn from piercing my skin as well as his filthy seed sliding against my backside.
“How does it feel to be marked by such a powerful man, whore?” he cackles manically.
Tears spill from my eyes as I shake my head. My throat throbs and I can’t speak even if I want to.
The shackles at my wrists and ankles are loosened and I collapse onto the floor. I didn’t even realize they were the only thing keeping me upright. Maxim’s sinister laughter is the only sound in the room as it vibrates off the walls.
God, I hope Kronid finds me soon. I know he will. He has to.
My mind starts to become hazy and I know I won’t be able to stay awake for much longer. I’m so tired.
“Are you ready for the next round of fun?” Maxim asks, kicking me in my thigh.
Groaning, I curl further into a protective ball.
“Don’t worry, whore, it’ll all be over for you soon enough. Well, it will be once I finish having my fun,” he snorts.
I crack my eyes open to find Maxim walking around me once again this time with a bundle of rope in his hand. Part of the bundle is already attached to something hanging from the ceiling.
Oh, great he’s going to hang me.
How sick can this asshole be?
Maxim kneels down next to me and I thought he’d wrap the scratchy material of the rope around my neck. Unfortunately, he doesn’t. Instead, he grasps both of my wrists and ties them together.
What is he doing?
The lunatic begins to hum some song as he tightens the rope into place. I follow him with my eyes as he stands and moves down my body only to squat once again, still humming that tune. This time he latches a cold leather material around my ankles.
“Now for the fuck part, whore. For your father’s deceptions. For your sisters being born in the first place. I hope you understand when I say you are paying trifold for being of their bloodline,” he snarks as he stands and moves away from me once again. Does this man not even realize I know nothing about my father, or even these sisters he speaks of? I don’t know them at all!
My heart begins to race as Maxim walks away, his form leaving my line of vision.
All of a sudden, a loud squeaking noise fills the room and then my arms are being yanked on as I’m lifted off the floor. My screams of anguish fill the room as I feel my arms pop out of socket. Then something else even more horrifying happens the higher into the air I ascend. My legs are popped out of joints from what I realize is weights that Maxim attached to me.
I’m unable to stop my screams of pain as I plead for him to stop. The pain is unbearable, and I just want it to stop. I barely recognize my own voice.
Why couldn’t he just shoot me in the head like a normal person? If he’s so determined to send a message then why torture me? Why not get it over with?
My vision blurs as my head lulls forward. Closing my eyes, I submit myself to the pain as I know this is the end. When Kronid finally comes for me, it’ll be too late. At least I was granted the few hours of happiness with him before my death.
Tears spill down my cheeks as I wish the end would hurry so I can finally be at peace. I no longer want to feel this pain.
Chapter Eighteen
Kronid
An hour-and-a-half passes and Katya is finally in the basement of Pins and Needles. I keep looking around the area, scanning for Michail. He said he needed to run an errand right after I got off the phone with her and yet he hasn’t returned. I don’t know what sort of errand he’s run off to tend to, but he needs to be here. If Katya knows where my woman is then we’re charging in at a moment’s notice. I won’t wait for anyone, even Michail.
“You said you’d show me an image of the wolf, so show me,” Katya urges, walking toward me. She’s in her high-heeled boots as normal and half the time I’m convinced she could slice someone’s throat with how sharp those damn things are.