Mykael still has his fingers inside of me, gently rocking his palm against my clit. Weeping, I can do nothing to stop him. Coaxing my body to obey his command, it’s as if I’m caged in my skin. I see him move towards my hip with a syringe. I can feel the prick which tells me the drug is beginning to wear off. Removing his fingers, I watch Mykael suck them into his mouth, relishing in the taste.

“Delicious. Now, in case you try to run away once we let you out of this room, remember that,” he explains pointing to the mark on my hip. “That’s a chip to track you.”

Reaching over, he unlocks the rest of my binds and leaves the room. I have been lying here for what seems like hours and if the light coming in through the small window is anything to go by then it has been. Wiggling my fingers and toes, I try to gain back the feeling in my limbs. The pin pricking tingling lets me know it’s working. Gathering as much strength as I can, I slowly sit up and swing my legs over the side of the metal table. My legs are shaking as I stand to put my jeans and panties back on and make my way to the door where the voices are coming from.

Opening the door enough to peek into the room, I count the women sitting around the table. There are Chloe, Nadine, and two others I don’t recognize, and Mykael seated at the head of the table. One of the women gets up from the table, taking her plate and Chloe’s with her. What shocks me is when she leans over to give her a peck on the lips and then does the same to him. My gasp makes everyone turn towards the door I am behind.

“Come, Lily. Join us for breakfast,” he commands.

Sitting down in the other unoccupied chair, I wait. I don’t know why I’m here.

Grinning, Mykael shakes his head. “I didn’t tell you that you would be eating. Get up on the table.”

I’m confused. I refuse to bow down to Mykael though, I stay seated holding his gaze. Sighing, he motions for the women to stand. I think they are leaving us alone. It scares me considering what he did to me already. Pain shoots through my head as one of them grabs a fist full of my dark brown hair, she pulls me to my feet and tosses me onto the edge of the table. The other women move around the table to hold down my arms and legs while Mykael remains seated. Picking up the knife next to his plate, he crawls on top of me, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. Grabbing my shirt, Mykael cuts through the fabric like butter until my skin is bare.

“Take off her pants,” he directs the two women at my ankles.

I can feel his fingers working the button loose. With his weight on me, I can barely move an inch. I can feel someone at my thighs prying them open, bucking my body, I am forced down again. I can feel a mouth prodding my pussy. This is wrong, I was always told this growing up from my grandparents. Just as my body begins to tighten from the pleasure flowing through me, I feel the knife pierce my skin just above my right breast. Mykael is digging into my flesh with the blade that Chloe was holding over the candle. Son of a bitch! It hurts, it burns, I can feel the blood running down my chest, and I can smell the scent of charred flesh.

Leaning back, he examines his work. “Now you will be able to remember who you belong to. If I tell you to do something and you refuse me again, the punishment will get worse.”

All of the women let me go as he crawls off the table, leaving me in a puddle of blood and tears. Clutching my hand to my chest, I run to the room they kept me in. There is a mirror directly in front of me on the counter. Walking over to look at my reflection, I uncover the spot on my chest, gasping in horror at the ‘M’ that has been carved into the flesh.

I hear the door closing before I see anyone in this dark room with me. When I feel his breath on my skin, my body tenses like it knows the Devil is near. Holding onto the counter on both sides of me, Mykael presses against my back. I’m still naked from earlier. I have no other clothes than the ones he cut off me. Closing my eyes, I wait for the serpent to strike.

“Lily, if you obey then you won’t be hurt anymore. I didn’t want to make you bleed. Actually, that’s a lie. Your blood makes me hard. Your tears make me wish for more,” he whispers, rocking himself against my naked skin.

Turning around, I meet Mykael’s eyes. “I won’t do what you ask. I don’t want to be here. I want to go home.”

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.”