4. Olivia

Olivia

I t doesn’t take long for Malaky to return to the house and to have two of the men from last night’s ‘party’ have my brother disappear for a few days. Maybe they will dump Jason in a dumpster and he will end up at the recycling plant alongside other trash like him. Fat chance. It will take a miracle to escape Jason’s clutches. Maybe Malaky will do me a favor and kill me once he’s done with me.

While I wait in the living room, I eye the tequila bottle and plan how to snatch it without being seen. Before I can make my move, Malaky comes to me.

“There’s a bathroom next to the kitchen. Take a shower, then return here. You still have cock to take.”

They fucked me for hours. How come they are not tired? Maybe it’s because of the drugs they took throughout the night. Why did Jason have to bring me here?

“Can I have something to drink first?” I ask, hoping this time he won’t deny me.

Malaky grabs a glass of vodka and pours it onto the carpet and his shoes in front of me. “There you go, baby.” The men present laugh, and Malaky arches an eyebrow. Fearing a severe beating, I quickly get on my knees. “The place of women is on their knees, serving us, worshiping us,” he says while I lick his shoes clean.

The men keep laughing, I pretend I don’t hear them while I try to lick any drop I can. This is nothing. I’ve done worse things to get drunk or high.

When I am done, Malaky grabs me by my hair and yanks me to my feet.

“Take a shower before I fuck you again. And make sure you clean your ass properly this time. I don’t want any more shit on my dick.”

I rush to the bathroom, turn on the hot water and scrub every inch of my skin several times, not wanting to leave any trace of cum and whatever else was poured on me. I stay in the shower until someone pounds on the door and yells at me to get out.

Several towels are on a rack. I use one to dry as best as I can before I return to the ‘party.’ I don’t even bother putting my clothes back on.

A man shoves a glass of whiskey in my hands, and while it is not the same as drugs, it will make the pain a bit more bearable. I throw my head back and gulp down the whiskey.

“Kneel on the sofa,” Malaky orders me, and I do so.

The men take turns abusing me. One man shoves his fist inside me, while another forces his cock down my throat, choking me on it, leaving me without air until I feel like passing out. When I think I’ll die with a cock stuck in my throat, he pulls out. After a few gulps of air, the ordeal restarts. It takes forever for him to finish on my face. The moment he steps to the side, another man comes up and has me suck him while the one behind me dry-fucks my ass. It hurts so bad and I feel like I’m being split in half.

Sobs are ripped from me. My pain and tears make them hurt me even more.

It takes the entire morning until Malaky finally gets bored of my cries.

“Go get cleaned up. Get dressed as well,” he orders me.

My body aches from how hard I was fucked and I can barely stand on my feet from how tired I am. Despite all of this, I force myself to do as told.

Once I am clean and dressed, Malaky puts a blindfold around my eyes and ties it tightly around my head, cuffs my hands behind my back, then drags me out of the house and shoves me inside the trunk of a car, leaving me there in the cold for hours until I think I will run out of air or die from hypothermia or from the lack of drugs.

I am shivering so badly, crying, and praying that all my suffering will come to an end when the trunk opens. Each tremble of my body sends jabs of pain through my body. My pussy and ass feel raw from use.

Slowly, the cold numbs my pain.

I close my eyes but no matter how tired I am, the cold doesn’t let me fall asleep.

Sometime later, Malaky checks on me.

“You are still alive. Good. If you make it tonight, I might reward you and give you some drugs,” he tells me. At least two more men are with him. I might not see them, but I can hear their footsteps in the snow.

I want to ask him what will happen tonight, but my teeth are chattering so hard I can’t speak.

A blanket is thrown over me, and then the trunk is closed again. Maybe Malaky will forget about me and will leave me in here until only my bones remain.

The car starts, the movement making me so nauseous I end up vomiting. If I were on my back, I would have choked on my own vomit, but Malaky made sure I was on my side before he closed the trunk.

The smell makes me even sicker, and when the car finally stops, I feel so relieved. As much as I want to die, I deserve something better than this.

It doesn’t take long for Malaky to open the trunk.

“Disgusting bitch,” Malaky snarls as he drags me out of the car by my hair. “I should make you clean your vomit with your tongue but there’s no time for that.” Slapping me hard across my face, he adds, “I can’t have you covered in your own filth, and since there’s no shower here, you will have to clean yourself with snow. Good thing I have some soap in the car,” and frees my hands.

I remove the blindfold and see the other two men—who took great pleasure in burning my arms with their cigarettes before fucking my ass at the same time—leaning against the car, looking at me like I am not worth a second of their time.

While I remove my dress, Malaky throws the soap at me. I am too cold to try to catch it, and it lands at my feet. I crouch to scoop snow with my right hand while I try to figure out where we are. To my left is a forest, the sun setting behind it.

Five cars are parked close to where I am, and six or seven men with guns in their hands are keeping an eye on a group of at least twenty or thirty women who look very frightened.

“Hurry up, bitch,” Malaky snarls at me and kicks me in the ribs.

I fall on the snow, and for a moment, I wonder what will happen if I refuse to get up. Will Malaky kill me?

When I am kicked again, hard enough to crack a rib, I move, not wanting to have any ribs broken. The last time Jason broke three of my ribs, he had me suck cock the next day, and it is something I don’t want to be forced to do again. The time I spent in the Celestial Heaven tells me Malaky is as evil as they come, and he'd have me fuck men even if I were on the verge of death.

When I am smelling only like soap, I stand and let Malaky know I am clean.

A new blindfold and an old man’s t-shirt are thrown at me. My fingers are red and swollen from the cold and I don’t catch the t-shirt. Picking it up is difficult.

“Put it on, you dumb bitch,” Malaky sneers before he shoves me towards the group of women. All of them are wearing next to nothing and no shoes on their feet, and most of them are covered in needle marks and bruises.

After I get dressed, one of Malaky’s men puts the clean blindfold around my eyes and ties my hands behind my back. The rest of the women and I huddle up together, hoping our body heat will prevent us from freezing, but I am shivering so badly from the lack of drugs that I doubt I will feel warm anytime soon. I am sure the cold has something to do with it as well, as I can’t feel my feet anymore, but being forced to quit cold turkey is making me violently sick.

“I am Melany,” someone whispers into my ear. She sounds absolutely terrified, but there is little I can do to comfort her. Nor do I have the energy to do so.

“O-Ol-Olivia.” Talking is difficult because my teeth chatter.

Despite the surrounding sobs, the sounds of cars approaching reach my ears.

“What do you think will happen to us?” Melany asks.

Maybe we will be killed, or at least me, as I am sure Melany still desperately clings to life. I made up my mind about dying a long time ago. Only the fear of Jason beating the shit out of me and then having me fuck men with a body covered in bruises kept me alive all this time. But now that Jason is not here… I can finally go on with my plan and kill myself.

Cars stop close to us, the doors open, and people get out of them.

“I d-don’t k-know,” I say.

Didn’t Malaky say something about a hunt? I initially thought he was referring to a normal hunt, but what if, instead of animals, he is planning to track and kill Melany, me, and the rest of the women here?

My heart starts to beat fast.

Could it be so easy?

After years of so much pain and suffering, of being abused, I will be set free. Death has always meant freedom for me. There won’t be any more men to violate my body and soul in the other life. I will finally be reunited with Camila.

If so, I won’t even put up a fight. I will wait for my end right here. Despite the lack of drugs and the situation I am in, a feeling I have long forgotten creeps upon me—peace. Who knew death could feel so peaceful?

The cold stops bothering me. Even my teeth stop chattering. Even what was done to me in the last day slips away from my mind. And then, I wait for my end. For a new beginning. For Camila.

I miss her so much. Tears sting my eyes. A knot forms in my throat. My heart aches so much.

I’m coming, Camila. Wait for me on the other end.

For several minutes, I listen to men talk about business, cars, and other topics before they finally fall silent when Malaky says, “Listen here, bitches.” I assume ‘bitches’ means us women. “You have all been invited to a special hunt. For the next few hours, you will run through the forest. When you are caught, the men can do what they want to you, from fucking to killing. In fact, many of you will find your end here. That being said, Happy Hunting, everyone.”

Someone fires a gun, and the women start screaming as they run. Fools. With their hands cuffed behind their back and the blindfold preventing them from seeing anything, they will be caught in no time, but I guess hope is a motherfucker as it gives people the false impression that they will make it. I know better. There is no hope for those like me, nor do I need it.

The women head to the forest, or at least that is what I think, while I don’t move an inch. The men remain behind and laugh or make scary sounds, inciting more fear.

Assholes.

A few gun fires pierce through the night.

My breath catches in my throat. When a bullet hits me, will I die on the spot or will I suffer?

Does it matter?

Someone grabs my upper arm.

Finally, my end has come.

I get ready to take my last breath when Malaky says into my ear, “Run, you stupid bitch, or I will fucking skin you alive and then sell you to Azael.”

I might not be scared of being skinned alive, but I know what Azael does to women. Azael won’t kill me. He will keep me alive for years in his facility, letting the experiments use my body day and night. They might not be all that bad, but I don’t want to be abused anymore.

Not wanting to end up in his hands, I force myself to move, but it's a little hard when my entire body is numb from the cold. I think I will enter hypothermia soon. Maybe I can find a spot in the forest and wait there until I freeze to death.

With a new determination in mind, I start to run, wanting to be alone with my thoughts and to know what it feels like to be free for the first time in years.

The snow is cold and harsh beneath my feet, and the pain between my legs makes me grit my teeth, but I force myself to keep moving. In my haste to escape Malaky’s threat, I collide with a tree. Dazed from the impact and with my hands tied behind my back, I struggle to get back up and carry on. From time to time, I stumble over fallen branches, feeling their edges cut into me, splinters digging into my flesh. When I trip, I get up, and when I hear women screaming and shots echoing through the night, I force myself to move even faster. It doesn’t take long to get so tired that my legs start aching from the effort. My feet are killing me. When will all the pain stop?

I switch from running to walking, but when I hear noises coming from behind me, I push myself to sprint—wanting to find my end on my terms while I think of that boy who stole my entire heart and soul from the moment I saw him.

I am breathing hard when I trip over a log and fall face down in the snow, hitting my forehead on a rock, making me dizzy.

Growls of wild beasts come from all over the place, and I freeze. Being eaten alive is not how I envisioned my last moments on Earth, but there is nothing I can do about it. The growls get close and it takes me only a few seconds to realize the sounds are made by humans, not animals.

“Look what we have here,” a man says.

“A scared little thing,” another says while I am forced on my back. My mouth turns dry. Blood roars in my ears.

A pair of hands grab my tits and squeeze them hard. “At least she has boobs, not like all those skinny whores with flat chests.”

“What about her pussy?”

My t-shirt is yanked up.

I let my mind wander, as I always do when I am fucked.

“Point the flashlight at her cunt! I want to see if she has any diseases before I stick my cock in there.”

I want to snort and tell him that’s not how you know if I am healthy or not, but my entire body is numb; I can barely feel a thing, and I doubt I can even utter a word even if I want to.

My legs are spread open, and strong hands spread my labia wide open.

“Look at how nasty her cunt and ass are. She has taken so much cock, I would be surprised if she doesn’t have at least a dozen STDs. I say we kill her and find another bitch to have fun with.”

“I have condoms.”

“Nah, I don’t think she is worth the trouble. I bet she doesn’t even feel good. And from the needle marks and wounds I saw on her arms before, I bet she is some druggy with rotten teeth. Imagine her sucking your dick. It will get infected and fall off.” If only it would have been so easy. I might have even enjoyed blowjobs.

The men laugh.

“Then get rid of her fast, and let’s find another woman.”

My heart starts to pound in my chest as fingers lock around my neck, blocking my windpipe. A smile forms on my lips, a smile that will be frozen on my face so that anyone who sees me after I am gone will know that I am at peace.

“Let’s see her face,” one of the men says. “Maybe she is cute enough to have her clean the stable.”

The hands disappear from my neck. No! No! No! Why did he have to stop before he killed me?

“Have you seen the state of her cunt?”

“She won’t be using her cunt to clean. On the contrary, she might even learn to clean it better so she won’t have any diseases.”

These men need some sex education classes.

“And shave it.”

It’s winter. I like my pussy bushy and warm, not bare and cold. Not that it matters.

My neck is squeezed again.

More laughter follows, but it sounds far off, as the lack of air makes me drift away from this world.

The blindfold is yanked away from my face. A flashlight is pointed at me, which allows me to see around me.

I find myself face to face with a man wearing a strange mask. It resembles those used in theater, one half of it representing sadness and the other happiness. His back goes rigid before he swears under his breath and lets go of my neck.

Four other men are around me, wearing similar masks as the one who has his hands around my neck. The body language of two of them let me know they are…shocked about something. They even take a step backwards.

Someone whistles. “Pity she let drugs ruin her. Despite the cut on her forehead, she is cute enough to fuck her a few times.”

The man looming over me punches me in the stomach hard, knocking the air out of me. The pain is blinding, and he hits me again and again, a few hard blows landing on my ribs as well.

I learned long ago that screaming will only make things worse, but he is so vicious, I can’t help but yell out in pain.

Did he crack my ribs?

Fearing the men will get angrier if I am so loud, I bite my tongue and stop screaming.

One of the other four men pulls the one on top of me away while shouting, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Killing her!”

I don’t mind being killed, but does he really have to be so cruel?

“We came here to find a woman to take home with us, not to beat the living shit out of her. If you don’t like her, fine, we can find another, but leave the killing to the others. You are too close to losing the battle, and taking lives will only push you closer to madness.”

“After I kill her, my purpose on Earth comes to an end.”

The men look at me, while I try to keep as quiet as I can, despite the pain radiating from my ribs.

“No way,” one of them says.

“She is the one?”

The one what?

More men appear from behind the trees, Malaky among them.

The one who broke several of my ribs stands. “She is mine.”

Malaky smiles. “My men and I already fucked her. She is a bit loose, but she is submissive and does everything you ask of her.”

“You fucked her?”

Malaky shrugs. “Her brother owed me some money, so he let me use her last night. And since I am a generous man, I let my men do as they pleased with her as well.”

“I don’t want your sloppy leftovers,” the one who hit me says.

“Choose well because if you take her home and later change your mind, you won’t get a refund.”

After thinking for a moment, the one who tried to kill me asks, “I can take her home?”

“You can do whatever you want to her,” Malaky says. “Your blood-brothers already paid.”

Blood-brothers?

The five men that caught me are Lords. Since when are they making deals with the Dukes?

The man looks at me, and despite my body being numb, a shiver runs down my spine.

“Excellent,” he says.

Now that I think about it, his voice sounds familiar.