When the Dark Wins

Grinning, he leans in close enough that I can smell wood and the musky scent of sex. Tremors wrack my body as he runs his hand up my spine, cupping the back of my head. Grabbing a fistful of hair, Mykael pushes me down on my knees. I can tell what he wants from the bulge in his pants and the look of lust in his eyes.

“Open.”

Refusing to open my mouth does nothing but earn me punishment. With a sigh, Mykael reaches behind me. He is holding a rope in one hand as he walks behind me, looping it around my neck and binding my ankles with the other end.

“If you move then you will strangle yourself. Now open,” Mykael commands, unzipping his pants.

Parting my lips, he thrusts his hips forward. The salty taste of him is overwhelming my taste buds. I’m trying to push him out with my tongue but it’s no use. Mykael doesn’t stop until I’m gagging, the tears streaming down my face. My tears seem to fuel his need. Groaning, I can feel him tensing. Pulling himself from my mouth, I gasp for breath as he covers my face and chest with his come. The open skin burns from the sticky mess he left on me.

“I’ll untie you once you have cleaned it all off,” Mykael explains, zipping his pants and turning to walk away.

I don’t know how to do this, I’m bound with no way to move. My back is arched to give my legs a rest. The way he tied me, my ankles didn’t meet the floor until I leaned back against the cabinet, but that was hours ago. My back aches from the way I am positioned. The door slowly opens, which tells me this isn’t Nadine or Mykael, that’s not their style. I see her blonde hair before she turns around, and I know it’s Chloe.

“Here, let me untie that for just a minute. Mykael and Nadine will be in the room for at least another hour,” Chloe tells me, her small fingers loosening the binds.

“In the room?” I repeat, confusion marring my face.

“It’s her last chance to get pregnant. If she doesn’t this time, then well, I don’t know what will happen. It’s why you’re here, in case we need to replace her,” she rambles on as if she isn’t telling me they might let her go.

Clearing my throat, I try to find the words. “She gets to leave?”

Shaking her head, Chloe whispers, “We kill her.”

Chapter 5

Kill her? She is one of them, but if she can’t get pregnant, they will murder her. What does this mean for me? I’m not stupid, I know what Mykael wants. I’m terrified of how he will get it. The door slamming open causes both Chloe and I to jump, standing just outside the room is Nadine and Mykael.

Dropping the rope, Chloe scrambles away from me. “I was just checking on her, I swear.”

Nadine looks like a child in a candy store, her grin is frightening. Mykael doesn’t acknowledge Chloe. Instead, he saunters over to where I am, and it seems to wound her more than any physical punishment ever would. Mykael crouches down to eye level with me. Forcing back the bile threatening to rise, I don’t lower my gaze. Turing his head from side to side, he reminds me of a confused dog with the action, almost like he is studying me. Snapping his fingers, the women rush to stand behind him.

“Bring her. I will deal with you later, Chloe,” Mykael commands, causing Chloe to visibly pale.

He walks over to the shelf on the other side of the room picking up a small package and leaving the room. The ladies each grab one of my arms and drag me towards the door. I’m too scared to run. Naked and scared. When we enter the living room, he pats a chair in the center of the room. Mykael waits next to it holding a metal object in one hand and what looks like a curling iron in the other. I attempt to sit down, but his tsk-ing tells me that he doesn’t want that.

I stand waiting for some kind of instruction, when his raspy voice breaks the silence, “Turn around. Hold onto the chair and bend over.”

The silence is deafening as Nadine and Chloe grab my hands, holding me still. I never heard him speak to them. This must be something they have experience with. My body is shaking from fear when a piercing pain rips through me as Mykael begins to force something inside of my ass. Crying out, I let the tears fall as he pulls the object out only to shove it in again, and again. The muscle finally gives way, and it doesn’t hurt as much as it did in the beginning. Tapping the object one last time, I am told to sit down. It’s strange to sit with this thing inside of me, I feel full and uncomfortable, and at the same time, there is still a slight pain. Looking at his hands, I see the blood coating his fingers. My ass bled from what he did. I feel ashamed, I waited for so long to do anything with Ethan, and he stole it from me. This isn’t over though, Mykael is holding a curling iron.

Grabbing the back of Chloe’s head, Mykael forces her down in front of me. “As Lily’s punishment for what you did, you are to fuck Lily with this until I tell you to stop. Don’t break her virginity, I want that for myself. I don’t care how much she screams,” he tells her holding out the curling iron.

Sobbing, she moves in front of me taking one of my legs and tying it to the armrest, repeating it with my second leg as he stands behind me with his hand wrapped in my hair. Prying my lips apart, Chloe runs the tip of the iron along my clit, no doubt trying to prepare me for what is about to happen. My body tenses as she starts to push into me.

Leaning down next to my ear, Mykael whispers, “If you fight then she dies. Understood?”

Nodding, I draw in a breath as Chloe moves the hot iron inside of me. I hear and smell the singe of my skin before the pain registers in my brain. The tears streaming down my face remind me that I’m still alive as my nerves go numb. My screams seem to please him. Even if I’m not allowed to fight the intrusion, he can’t stop the shrill screams from escaping me. I can feel the thing inside of me moving back and forth. A cracked sob from Chloe brings me back to reality. She is mouthing the words I’m sorry over and over again. I don’t want her apology, I just want to go home. I wish we had never come out here. It has been nothing but hell since.

“That’s enough,” Mykael finally commands Chloe.

Dropping the curling iron, she wipes at her tears, still sitting at my feet as he walks around the chair. Mykael reaches down to grip her chin, forcing her to rise. Raising his hand, Mykael slaps her across the face, making her fall back down clutching her cheek. I am looking on in horror as Mykael brings his foot down on her other hand. She doesn’t move when he does it again and again. I can hear the bones breaking, the loud crunching taking over my senses. Chloe is choking back her sobs -- no doubt to keep from angering him more.

“Never do that again. Next time I’ll cut it off.”

I think it’s over, but I’m wrong. My hell has only lasted minutes I know, yet it feels like an eternity since I was dragged from that room. Mykael cuts the rope holding me to the chair and lifts me over his shoulder. I don’t fight him. There isn’t anything I cou

ld do to escape him.

Chapter 6