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Was this panic?
Could a person snap and lose all their faculties?
Wedging my elbows on my knees, I rubbed my eyes, trying to make sense of why I was so lethargic, so goddamn tired. I felt utterly drunk, drowned by the fermenting depression that just wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.
I winced as my cock speared upright, trying to break through my pants.
Adjusting myself, the tip crawled out of my waistband, hard as stone but without any of the usual sensitivity.
Everything about me felt dead.
Dull.
Bloodless.
Lifeless.
Not panic then.
Death.
So this is what it feels like to die…
A fading.
A falling.
A perishing beneath hopelessness.
“You’re acting as if I roofied you.” Victor laughed. “Come on. I’m being patient, but I can only wait so long.” He flicked a look at the clock hanging by his bathroom door. “It’s been fourteen minutes. You should be good to go.”
Fourteen minutes?
What?!
I scowled and begged my eyes to focus on the clock.
He had to be lying.
It wavered and wobbled, the hands flickering with every heavy thud of my very heavy heart.
“Come on, Henri.” Arching his chin at Rachel, he ordered, “Present on all fours, my pet. That’s it. Remove your underwear. There’s a good girl. Come a little closer to Ily. You can hold hands if you like, I know you jewels get comfort from one another. Good, now face me. I want to watch you as he rides you.” He grinned. “You better not enjoy it too much.”
“No, Sir V.” Rachel shook her head. “I only ever get pleasure from you.”
“That better be the truth.” He chuckled.
The room spun as Victor raised his voice. “Henri, hurry the fuck up.”
His command.
So similar to my father’s.
Memories opened a trapdoor.
I tripped—
“Onn Ree, whip her, there’s a good boy. Onn Ree, taste her tears, aren’t they sweet? Onn Ree, touch her there. Go on, I won’t tell. Onn Ree, cut her and maybe you’ll be the one to inherit everything instead of my legitimate son.”
