I clear my throat and smile at Anthony as he smiles at me. He’s so chivalrous, the way he lets me go first and holds my hand while he leads the way. It’s like he wants this to be special. Romantic. Or maybe it’s all one big trap.
When we enter his room, I’m amazed at the serenity that it exudes. A white linen bed sits in the middle, which rests on a dark block of wood. On the ceiling, a fan gently blows cool air downward. White sheets cover the dark brown windowpanes that line the walls and let the light in but block the view from the outside. The walls are cream-colored and minimalist. To the right is a beige leather chair with metal chains attached to it.
I suppose this isn’t just a room where he sleeps.
He pulls me into his room and sets me down on the chair, carefully arranging my hands and legs to fit neatly. Out of nowhere, he caresses my cheek and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
Then he shackles my feet.
A sudden rush of fear overcomes me, but I remain quiet as he walks off to his cabinet and places the key on top. He opens a drawer and pulls out a zip-tie.
“Lock your hands together,” he says.
I do what he asks, and he puts the zip-tie around my wrists, tightening it until I can’t move anymore.
A voice from downstairs calls out. “Anthony! It’s time.” It’s Max.
Anthony smiles at me and presses a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
He walks out and closes the door behind him, leaving me all alone in a room that feels like a soundless, timeless cage.
I listen to the rhythm of my own heartbeat and the gasps from my nose as they increase in frequency. I wonder what he will do to me. If it’s going to be as bad as what Devon did to Lauren. If it’s going to be worse.
It takes so long for him to come back, I don’t even know how much time has passed when he opens the door again, but when I see his face, I am honest to god happy. Happy that I’m not alone anymore, even though it’s sick and twisted. Because who would want to be alone with a guy like him?
Except we’re not alone. Not anymore.
Britt’s holding his hand now.
She looks surprised, confused even, when she sees me strapped to the chair.
But she doesn’t say a word as he guides her to the bed. “Lie down on your back.”
Funny how he never asked either of us to undress first.
Or maybe it’s utterly terrifying.
She does what he says, and he attaches her feet to shackles that were at the edge of the bed, which I failed to notice as we came in. Then he grabs another zip-tie from his cabinet and uses it to secure her wrists, only this time they’re tied to a pole at the head of the bed, so she can’t move her body.
He smirks as he leans over her body and caresses her cheeks too, tucking her blond hair behind her ears. Her pearly blue eyes focus on mine for a second, and I wonder if she’s scared.
He slides off her again and goes back to his cabinet … only to fish out what looks like a ring gag.
I watch as Britt begins to struggle while he crawls on top of her again and says, “Open your mouth.”
“Please—” she begs.
He interrupts her. “Do as you’re told.” His voice is sultry, dark … dangerous.
Reluctantly, her lips part, and he uses the opportunity to slide the ring gag inside and attach it to the back of her head. Now, her mouth is forced to stay open, and when she tries to talk, I can only hear gurgling.
He grins. “Don’t talk. It’ll only make a mess.” He rubs some spit off her chin and onto her cheeks. “Don’t close your eyes.”
He gets off her again, and his eyes hone in on me. In a few seconds, he’s towering in front of me. “Unzip me.”
I do what he asks, but the zip-ties make it difficult.
“Take out my cock,” he commands.
As I flip down his boxer shorts and his already-hard cock flips out, a sense of power rushes through me. I could hurt him really badly right now … but I don’t because I play nice. I play by the rules. I play to win.
With his palm on the top of my head, he forces me to lean in. “Make it wet.”
I spit on his cock and rub it in nicely.
“That’s it … keep jerking me off,” he growls.
I go back and forth across his length, keeping in mind that he’s just another brother waiting to be pleased. If only Max were here to witness this. I’d die to see the look on his face, the defeat, the rage he felt over my betrayal. His prized possession jerking off another guy.
“Faster,” he says.
I follow his command to the T, watching his face to see what he likes.
After a while, he closes his eyes and starts to moan.
His hand reaches for my face, and he covers my mouth and nose with just one hand, making it impossible to breathe.
“More,” he growls.
With two hands, it doesn’t take long for his veins to pulse and his cock to bounce.
His hand drifts down to my neck, allowing me to breathe again, but only for a few seconds … because as he wraps his fingers around my throat, he begins to suffocate me.
“Keep going,” he moans as his fingers tighten.
I struggle to breathe, my hampered breath sounding like a squeak, but I keep jerking him off.
The pressure of his hand releases, and I suck in a heavy breath. One glance at Britt and I can tell she’s freaking out.
Anthony turns his head, brings his finger to his lips, and shushes her without saying a single word.
Then he focuses on me again and wraps both his hands around my neck. “Don’t stop what you’re doing … make me come.”
I do what he says, even though his hands cut off my airway again.
It’s not just sexual. I could handle that … but this … this is something else. I can see it in his eyes.
He gets off on seeing the lights switch off.
Near death turns him on, and it terrifies me.
The only way I can keep going is by imagining I’m jerking off Max.
My power drains the longer he squeezes, and the more he does it, the more powerless I feel. But I can’t give up. Not now. Delirious and all, I continue to jerk him off, even when I’m on the brink of losing consciousness.
I part my lips in a desperate attempt to regain air.
To regain my life.
Before I pass out.
I can’t breathe.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he groans.
In my head, Max says that … And Max is the one who comes all over me.
A splash of warm cum jets onto my face. It lands in my mouth and all over my chest and clothes. It just keeps coming and coming, and my hands move on their own to milk out every last drop.
In the end, when I’m almost gone, he releases me.
Air finds its way back into my lungs, and I suck it in like no tomorrow.
God, no wonder they didn’t stipulate safe words in the agreement. There’s no such thing as safety with these three brothers.
I take a few seconds to recover while Anthony smears the excess cum from his dick on my face. “You look stunning when you’re out of breath.” His finger lingers on my lip. “On the brink of destruction. So beautiful.”
He smiles that wretched smile again, the one that could win hearts if I didn’t know what a devil hid underneath his façade.
Then he walks off to Britt.
She squeals her lungs out as he approaches her, but it’s no use. He crawls on top of her and sticks his dick into her mouth, which is held open by the bit. She twitches and struggles underneath him, trying to get him off, but to no avail.
I can only sit here and watch the whole ordeal. I’m still sucking in air like it’s the final breath I’ll take. I never realized just how much I’d miss breathing until he took it away from me. God, that despair I felt. Just the reminder of his hands wrapped tightly around my neck makes my throat clamp up again.
I don’t ever want to feel that way again.
And if he tries … so help me god, I will kill him.
I don’t care how, but I will make it happen.
Britt’s desperate eyes catch mine in a moment of kinship, but I look away. I can’t bear to witness the fear in her eyes, especially when he starts choking her too. The sounds she makes are awful. I wish I could plug my ears … that I could turn everything off and just disappear, even if only for a moment.
He plunges in and out of her mouth, and I swallow away the slickness of his cum that lingers on my tongue. He keeps going, smearing his cock all over her face and mouth until he’s hard again. It makes me wonder how long this whole ordeal will last. If he’ll go on all night. If he’ll continue fucking me next. How many times will the cycle repeat?
One thing I know for sure … I won’t take this a second time.
Picking his item was a bad idea. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to outplay Max, and then I wouldn’t be in this position in the first place. It also explains why Max seemed so angry when Anthony walked off with me as his prize. Perhaps, it wasn’t just jealousy. Maybe he feared what his brother would do to me like I fear for my life right now.
Anthony continues to fuck her mouth and strangle her until she fades in and out of consciousness, only to repeat it over and over again. She spits and gurgles, her eyes teary, and her face covered in saliva. It’s a mess.
I don’t know how long he continues like that.
Minutes. Hours.
Time has vanished for me … maybe for all of us.
This room does something to me. To him. It makes us all crazy.
After a while, I’m so thirsty my lips have started to chap. My body is trembling, but I refuse to ask for help. Doing so would mean drawing attention from him … And I’ll do anything to prevent that from happening.
Suddenly, Anthony roars out loud like he did with me, and he thrusts into her mouth with such fervor, I can hear her choke from the size of his cock.
“Take it! Take it like a good girl,” he growls.
The cum slips from her mouth, but he uses his dick to wipe it back in again.
“That’s it. Now, swallow it all,” he murmurs.
When he’s done, he smears the excess cum and saliva all over her face and crawls off her again, leaving behind one big mess.
“Be right back.” He buttons up his pants again and leaves us alone.
It takes me a second to realize this.
We’re on our own.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for hours on end.
“Oh, god …” Britt mutters, her whole body covered in goo. She bursts into tears.
I don’t have time to console her. I have more important things on my mind right now … like escaping.
Somehow, I find the energy to pull my arms up and gaze at the zip-ties. They’re not too sturdy. Perfect for an escape.
I bring my arms up and whop them down hard. My wrists hit my body, and the zip-ties fail to hold. Finally released.
I quickly check my feet to see if I can get them out as well. Too bad the shackles are made of some kind of metal, which can’t be easily broken. However, I do spot the key on the cabinet near the door. I guess he forgot to take it with him in his hurry. Perfect.
“What are you doing?” Britt mumbles as I start hopping away with the chair still attached to my body.
“Getting us out of here,” I say as I use all the energy I have left to hop from one side of the room to the other.
“But … isn’t that against the rules?”
I ignore her obvious fear of being caught because it’s honestly the least of my problems right now. I need to get that key before Anthony comes back. Before he finds out what I’m trying to do and decides to kill me on the spot for defying him.
When I’m finally there, I snatch the key from the cabinet and ram it into the lock, finally freeing my ankles too. I jump up from the chair and catch myself on the cabinet. My balance sure took a hit after that heavy choking session.
I shake it off and rush to Britt with the same key. “Let’s hope this works,” I mutter as I stuff it into the locks around her ankles. It clicks. “Lucky.”
Footsteps are audible from down the hallway. “He’s coming back,” she hisses. “Hurry!”
“I’m trying!” I retort as I struggle to free her from the zip-ties. In a last-ditch effort, I run to the cabinet and rummage through his things until I find a credit card. I use it to pry open the system that holds the zip-ties around her wrists together.
“Got it,” I mumble as they release. “C’mon.”
I help her off the bed, but she seems so drowsy and out of it that she can barely stand. “Hold onto me,” I say, as I put my arm underneath hers to provide support so she can lean on my shoulder. I don’t know why I’m doing all this. Maybe it’s because I know how bad it felt to have him do that to me … I feel sorry for her. How could I leave her here when he could come back at any moment?
I might be a cold-hearted bitch, but I’m not frozen. Yet.
We stumble to the door, and I prop Britt against the wall so I can open the door.
However, the moment I grab her again and we leave the room, we come face to face with Anthony.
He’s holding a pitcher with water, and the first thought that goes through my mind is slurping up every last drop. The chance he’ll give it to us now that we’ve escaped are very slim, though.
“God-fucking-dammit!” He smashes the pitcher against the floor, splintering it into a million tiny pieces.
We squeal and run the other way, while Anthony yells, “Not so quick!”
He rushes into the bedroom and comes out with a cat o’ nine tails leather crop with spiked ends; something I’d imagine you’d use to torture someone. And he’s coming straight toward us.
“Run!” I push Britt forward as Anthony catches up with us.
But she’s not strong enough to walk on her own because she stumbles, and I feel like she’s going to fall. So I stay with her, determined to get her out safely, even if it means getting hurt.
And boy … does it fucking hurt.
One whip lash to the back and I’m squealing in pain. “You’re not going anywhere!”
Gone is the romantic man who charmed every girl into saying yes.
Gone is the sexual deviant who wanted to take our breaths away.
Only the monster remains now, and he’s coming for us.
“I’m not done with you yet!” he yells.
“But we’re done with you,” I reply, standing my ground.
“How dare you? I thought we were having fun,” he growls.
“Being choked to death is not my idea of fun,” I answer. I whisper at Britt, “Don’t look back. Keep walking.”
He hits me again, and this time it feels like a fire lights right on my skin. I hiss from the pain, but I still help Britt down the steps. I won’t stop. Not now that I’ve finally gotten out of his grasp.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t defy me.”
“Stop me,” I growl back.
He hits me again, but I can handle the pain now that I know what it feels like. There’s no way I’m going back to that room. He can drag my dead body back if he wants to.
“These are the rules: You stay, and I do what I want to your body.”
“I’m allowed to leave and cancel the contract at any point in time,” I reply, taking more steps.
He follows Britt and me. “Are you? Because then you can kiss your fifty million goodbye.”
I take a few seconds to answer so I can take a few more steps with Britt too. “No.”
He roars out loud. “What an insult! You dare to escape my room and break our rules? I’ll kill you if you leave!”
The whip cracks on my back once more, but the pain doesn’t even faze me anymore.
“Want to kill me? Go ahead,” I say. “But nothing, and I really mean nothing, is going to stop me from getting away from you.”
“You want to die already?” There’s a smug smile on
his face.
I push Britt down further and say, “Go. I’ll be right there.”
“Answer me! Are you that eager to die?” he yells.
“I’m not afraid of death. But you know who is? You,” I sneer as I take another step. “And you wanna know why? Because if you dare to hurt me any more than you already have … your brother will kill you for it.”
“What?” He makes a face.
“Max. Don’t you know he wants me more than anything in this entire world?” I narrow my eyes the moment I see the flicker of doubt in his. “I know he does. I’ve seen the way he looks at me. How possessive he is over me.” I take another step, but he doesn’t lash out. “If he finds out what you’ve done, he’s going to be mad as hell.”
I watch him swallow, and when I take another step, he doesn’t follow us anymore.
I was right.
He is afraid of death … and I am all that stands between him and his brother.
And it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.
13.
Accompanying Song: “Are We Having A Party” by Cliff Martinez
Naomi
That same night
After we escaped Anthony’s grasp, we immediately went back to the women’s bedroom to recover. I helped Britt shower and dress, after which I took a shower myself. I didn’t dare shower with her, for fear she’d see my wounds and feel guilty. Or worse … she’d see them as a weakness.
Drying off my skin hurt, as the lashes were still fresh and felt like cuts running all the way down my back. Still, I managed to put on a dark blue dress that runs all the way down to my feet. It’s not something I’d wear every day, but we’re in a competition, and I’m still in it to win.
Despite the fact that Anthony took a bit of my power away from me, I didn’t lose myself, and I don’t intend to. Not as long as I still breathe.
It amazes me that Anthony didn’t come after us. I expected to have to fight him off at the door, but he never even followed us further. I wonder if he went to his brothers instead. Maybe they’re talking about ways to cancel the contract … or to kill us.
I shake my doubts off and walk the hallway to the nearest balcony I can find. I need some fresh air.
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