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It was like a twisted nightmare when I watched Marrok lifting the unconscious Wayne off the ground and into a chair. He began wrapping chains around Wayne’s chest and legs, double-checking to make sure it was secure.
After a few minutes, Wayne woke up from his stupor and he looked down at the ropes binding him.
“What the fuck?” Wayne roared, trying to free himself.
“Sit still, and you’ll be able to watch a beautiful show,” said Marrok with a gleam as he looked at me.
“Is this what you do with your free time?” Wayne yelled defiantly. “Since you can’t fucking knot with that broken dick ofyours? Yes, Ruby told me about that, and we all had a good laugh.”
Marrok’s face turned beet red, and he stormed out of the room.
Wayne laughed, but deep down, I knew that Marrok had a plan up his sleeve and that he didn’t leave just because he was embarrassed.
“What a fuckin’ dick,” said Wayne. “Actually, he doesn’t have one.”
Moments later, Marrok showed up with a gleaming knife in his hand. The same one he kept threatening me with, and I tried to shout a warning.
“You’ll be dead on this floor once you watch me please your bride,” said Marrok, smiling as he tried to shove a rag into Wayne’s mouth.
But Wayne was quick as he bit down on his hand, causing Marrok to scream like a man possessed.
“Fuck you!” screamed Marrok, finally pulling his fingers out of Wayne’s jaws.
“Try it again if you have any fingers left,” growled Wayne.
“I’m wasting too much time on you,” groaned Marrok, massaging his hand.
“Let her go and kill me if you want,” offered Wayne, looking at me with worry. “Whatever makes your psychotic self happy.”
“That wouldn’t be fun. You’re going to watch as I fuckmybride,” Marrok snarled at Wayne, his eyes filled with madness. “She loves it, and you’ll see how loudly she moans for me. Sometimes we don’t need big dicks to please our omegas.”
Filled with terror, I tried to scoot away from him, but the ropes kept me in place. Marrok lifted my dress, exposing my white lace panties.
My breathing grew heavy with terror as he traced the handle end of the knife between my pussy lips over my underwear.
Wayne let out a muffled shout and tried to jump with the chair, but he fell forward onto the rug with a clatter.
“Haha, he’s getting agitated. He’s going to watch every second of this,” said Marrok, grinning maniacally as he righted Wayne’s chair before returning his attention to me.
“Can you smell her, Wayne? The sweetness of her pussy?” Marrok asked in a whisper. His words felt like an embarrassing confirmation of my sudden arousal. “She likes the knife against her pussy.”
He ripped off my underwear, leaving me exposed and vulnerable while Wayne was forced to watch.
“Don’t do that,” warned Wayne. I turned my face away, trying not to cry, when I felt Marrok’s fingers touch my bare spread pussy.
Wayne roared, and when I looked at him, I saw him biting Marrok’s arm even though he was still tied to the chair.
It was like everything happened in slow motion next.
Marrok yelled wildly, his arm bloody as he waved the dagger around. I watched in horror as he stabbed Wayne right in the chest.
Blood pooled around the dagger and stained my wedding dress on the edge of the bed. I watched wordlessly as blood bloomed in Wayne’s white dress shirt.
With a satisfied glint in his eye, Marrok pulled the dagger out and stabbed Wayne again in the shoulder.
I felt like I was trapped in a nightmare, screaming endlessly as my heart threatened to burst from my chest. Wayne dropped to the ground on his side, still strapped to the chair, gasping for air.
Oh no, he was dead. Oh my god.
