Vanessa
"She's so gorgeous, I didn't know you had a thing for chocolate. And those eyes," he groans, making me gag. "Fuck. I can't wait to paint her skin with my cum."
Diego, please don't watch this! I silently plead.
With Diego on my mind, I manage to rip my face out of Nathan's grip. "Why don't you go fuck your mother and leave me alone, you sick fuck!" I spit out.
He simply chuckles. "She's mouthy, I like her even more now. Diego, after you're dead, I might just keep this one for myself. The other one cries too much for my liking."
Alicia.
Emotion wells up in my throat. Have they been torturing her too? They haven't let me see her in person, but Nathan showed me a five second video of her sobbing in a room similar to this one. She looked unharmed, but who knows how long ago that was taken and what condition she's in now.
Nathan rubs the head of his cock against my cheek, and I nearly vomit. "With this collar on your neck, I see he treated you like a little pampered pet. Knowing my brother, he must have trained you well. Open up, Princesa."
With a vice-like grip on my hair, he forces my head back, pressing it against my lips.
No!
I won't let him take anything more from me.
Despite the pain of feeling my hair tearing from my scalp, I weakly whip my head from side to side.
Nathan growls in frustration. "Hold still!"
"Here, let me," I hear Celeste sneer, the nauseating blend of perfume and smoke drifting closer.
Suddenly, searing pain rips through me as something slices across my chest. Gasping, Nathan takes the opportunity to plunge his filthy cock into my mouth. With the taste of sweat and salt on my tongue, I immediately bite down as hard as I can.
He bellows in agony, squeezing my jaw so hard, it feels as if he might shatter it as he forces me to release his junk.
"You fucking bitch!" he seethes, backing away from me.
Spitting a mixture of blood and saliva, I'm unsure if it's his or mine as it splatters onto the ground. All I know is that I want to get rid of any trace of him inside of me.
"I warned you to keep your sorry excuse for a dick away from me," I retort with venom.
A dark expression crosses his face. "I see you like it rough, I'll give you exactly what you want."
His hands, stained in his own blood, become fists as he begins mercilessly driving them into my stomach, each blow stealing the air from my lungs.
Violent coughs wrack my body, the metallic tang of blood flooding my mouth, tears mingling with the sweat and blood on my face as they fall from the brutal assault.
"You're such a little punk bitch," I rasp, each word a struggle to push out through the pain and exhaustion weighing down on me. "Is that all you got?"
As he raises his fist to strike again, Celeste interrupts. "Nathan, cut the feed," she commands with unwavering authority. "That's enough. You can play with your new pet some more tomorrow."
"Yes Mama," he responds obediently like her little puppy. He takes the walkie talkie out of his pocket and says an order in rapid Spanish. Then, he approaches me again and reaches out to stroke my hair, but I recoil in disgust.
"I'm sorry, Princesa," he coos in that sickly-sweet tone that makes my stomach churn. "It's only fair that since you hurt me, I return the favor. We'll have so much fun together, you'll see. You'll learn to enjoy the pain just as much as I do."
My lip trembles, but I refuse to let the sob escape, not giving him the satisfaction of watching me break. Instead, I focus on trying to numb my emotions.
I'm alive, that's all that matters, I remind myself.
A sadistic smirk twists Nathan's features as he looms over me, his brown eyes glinting with whatever disgusting thoughts are in his head. "I'll be back soon, Princesa," he taunts. "Make sure that pussy's ready and waiting for me, okay?"
"Let's go, Nathan. There's no doubt Diego will come hunting us down now. We must be ready," Celeste declares, heading towards the door.
Nathan snickers. "He may track us down eventually, but we'll destroy everything he's ever loved until he has nothing. And once he comes seeking revenge, he'll practically be begging for death."
Once the door seals shut behind them, the dam within me bursts open. All I can do is weep as my restraints keep me firmly in my prison of despair.
How am I going to survive this? He just forced his dick in my mouth, and he's going to come back for more. I don't know how I'll continue to fight when I feel so weak and helpless.
As my tears dry, a new emotion arises.
If Diego doesn't come-If he actually listens to me-then I'm left with only one option: to save myself. Nathan will return soon to do something worse, ready to strip away something from me that I'll never be able to reclaim. I can't let him do that.
I need to fight.
I need to get out of here, and once I do, I will kill Celeste and Nathan Reyes. Not only for what they've done to me, but also for daring to fuck with my husband.
It's a vow to myself that I refuse to break.