I laid down my cards and everyone sighed in exasperation. Another fucking win. I was going to leave there a very rich man.

I could tell this wasn’t alright with some of the men in the room. The men who had been watching me since I arrived, their eyes on my hands, trying to see if I was cheating, if I was trying to game the system. I looked at them with an easy smile, my hand still resting on the top of Lucy’s head, stroking her hair gently.

She was at my feet, still dressed up in my favorite little outfit. She had been a very good girl all night.

“You seem to like taking risks,” Sandro told me with a smile as I collected my winnings. I was just about to call it a night. Better to quit when I was ahead, and we still needed to find out as much as we possibly could about Charli and her whereabouts.

“How about a real fucking risk, uts’kho?” Sandro went on, leaning across to stare at me over the table. His own pets were sprawled between his legs, sucking his dick still, even though they’d made him cum several times already. It was fucking terrible watching their expressions, barely changing when they got another load out of the enormous Georgian.

“What are we talking about here?” I asked absentmindedly, still stroking Lucy’s hair. I had special plans for her once I got her home. I was going to treat her like a real whore before I tucked her into bed.

“A risk. One million,” he said with a grin. “Yours, if you dare to do it. No matter the outcome.”

“The game?” I asked, suddenly feeling curious. Sandro grinned at me, motioning towards one of the guards.

“Why, Russian Roulette, of course,” he said easily, taking a gun and a bullet from one of the guards. He got up from his seat, kicking the two girls between his legs to the side and smiling cruelly at Lucy.

I fucking wanted him dead.

He approached my girl easily, as if he fucking owned her. He slipped a thumb inside her mouth and made her open up, looking at him drowsily, still recovering from her orgasm. I had to bury my hands in her hair so I wouldn’t slap Sandro for touching my property.

He examined her mouth, turning her face side to side, and when he was pleased with what he saw, he placed a bullet between her front teeth. Lucy’s eyes widened as she bit into it.

“You want me to play Russian Roulette?” I asked Sandro, trying to hold back my rage. “I’ve done it before. I’m not fucking scared.”

“So we’re on?” he asked with a sly grin, exposing all those disgusting gold teeth. He held the gun out towards me.

“Yes, we’re on,” I smiled wide. “Let’s play.”

“One more thing,” he said with a wicked grin. My heart plummeted. I knew this wasn’t going to be good. “You’ll be pointing the gun at her head, not yours.”

My blood chilled in my veins. I looked down at Lucy, but she was still so fucking out of it she probably didn’t even know what was going on. I wanted to take it back, say I’d never hurt my girl, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. None of the Georgians would take us seriously if I backed down now. I had to fucking go through with whatever game they wanted me to play to amuse themselves.

He pulled on Lucy’s hair and she whimpered. She was still so out of it. So fucking dazed. Her beautiful eyes were on mine as Sandro held her head back. Big, pleading, watering already. Don’t do this, please. Her teeth chattered around the bullet in her mouth. Don’t. Do. This. Please.

I stroked Lucy’s hair thoughtfully, then reached for my zipper. My cock, which she’d sucked half to death, was getting hard again, the veins in it throbbing and making me lightheaded. Lucy’s eyes widened so nicely as she looked up at me, searching my eyes for an explanation.

I stroked her cheek and made her hand me the bullet with her teeth. I took it out of her mouth, muttered a ‘good girl’ and smoothed her hair down. She was being such a fucking treat. I bet she didn’t know how much my heart was thumping inside my chest, trying to please the Georgians. I’d never been more scared in my life, but I hid it well.

“Lucy,” I said gently. “I have a choice for you, okay, pretty girl?”

She nodded, her eyes fluttering open so fast. She was terrified. So was I.

“Do you want to suck my cock again?” I asked her, putting the bullet inside the gun in my hands. I could her hear swallow, she did it so fucking loudly. “Or do you want to suck the barrel?”

The entire room was perfectly silent. Every man in there had his eyes on me, on my girl. They were waiting for her to rebel. Waiting for a chance to shoot her in her pretty head and blame it on her damn disobedience. If I wasn’t trying to feign braveness, I would’ve turned to hit Sandro’s face on the spot. I wanted them all dead for what they were making my girl do.

“I…” Lucy whispered, but no more words came out of her mouth. So fucking scared.

“Make her suck the fucking gun,” Sandro growled, and I glanced at him easily, as if this whole game meant nothing at all to me. But it did. It meant fucking everything. This could make me lose Lucy. My girl. The only light in the darkness that enveloped me, the only light at the end of the tunnel I’d seen for years.

“I… I want you to decide,” Lucy whispered, and my blood chilled in my veins. So fucking trusting. So ready to please me. She would’ve done anything for me. Here was my proof, sprawled between my legs with a loaded gun resting in my lap. She was mine. So perfectly, absolutely mine, she was ready to die for me then and there.

Lucy watched me silently as I nudged the gun closer to her. Scared tears wet her face, sliding down her cheeks in waterfalls that made me feel guiltier than ever.

“Start on my cock,” I told her gently. “Suck my cock a little to get ready for the gun.”

She did a better job than last time, her mouth wrapping round my shaft just so, sucking me down, pulling me into her throat. She was amazing. Perfect. I had to reward her for everything she’d given me that night.

That is, if we got out alive.

“It’s okay,” I told her gently, slowly stroking her long blonde waves. “You’re such a good girl, Lucy. Such a good fucking girl.”

The room was silent as ever. Everyone’s eyes were locked on her, even the whores’. They waited. They waited for her blood to spill.

She looked up at me, her eyes so full of trust it killed me to lift the gun, spin the cylinder and place it on my lap, with the barrel pointed towards her.

“Come on, babydoll,” I told her gently. “Suck the gun now. Be good for me, okay?”

She whimpered, her mouth latching onto my cock, not wanting to let go. I grabbed her chin and gently forced it off my cock. She was crying already.

“You trust me, slut.” My voice was dark, but strong. I hoped she believed me. “Trust me and it will be okay.”

She stared with her soul so broken I wondered if we’d ever be able to get all the pieces from the floor in that wretched fucking building.

Finally, Lucy nodded, her tears barely held back. Some of them still slipped down her cheeks, gently, slowly. She looked so fucking sexy in tears, with her black eyeliner smudged, her lashes thick and long against her cheeks.

“Suck it,” I told her again gently, slowly guiding her mouth to the gun. She closed her eyes tightly when her mouth made contact with the barrel. She licked it tentatively. Scared. So fucking scared. My own heart was pounding so loudly I wondered if anyone else could hear it.

“Harder,” I barked at her, and she cried out as I made her wrap her mouth around the barrel, all the way. It was inside her now. One shot, and my girl could be dead.

But Lucy did as she was told. The perfect little slut, my sweet little fuck-toy. There was nothing she’d say no to anymore. She was fucking mine, and she was proving it with each sucking motion on the gun in her mouth. My cock hardened next to her and she eyed it with so much need it made me twitch.

She closed her eyes so tightly, and I could tell she was picturing us somewhere else, somewhere safer. She wanted the gun to be my dick, but she didn’t say a word. Just sucked it deeper.

“What a bad toy,” Sandro grunted, his cock firmly in his fist. “Can’t even look her damn master in his eyes. You going to let that fly, uts’kho?”

I forced her chin up, as gently as I dared.

“Open them,” I told her, my voice sounding rough and foreign as I ordered her around.

Her lashes fluttered open, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. So beautiful. So vulnerable. Fucking mine.

“Good girl,” I muttered, and pushed the gun deeper down her throat.

Tears poured down her cheeks. I kept going. Kept getting her so fucking close with my eyes on hers and her tongue flicking along the cool metal of the gun, sucking it until she moaned and whimpered like a little whore.

Her eyes found mine, and spoke to them in whispered promises neither of us could keep.

I might die tonight, but it’s okay. I’m yours. Keep me safe. Keep me yours, her eyes said. And that’s all that matters, that I belong to you.

I tucked my finger against the trigger, my heart beating painfully.

All eyes were on me, the silence deafening.

It was now or never.

I wanted to close my eyes, but knew that I couldn’t.

My hand tensed. My whole body tensed.

And then I pulled the trigger.

And she was still there. My beautiful little slut was still there.

Still breathing, crying hysterically, her mouth spitting out the barrel, a barrage of curse words rolling off her pretty pink tongue.

Sandro laughed out loud and several of the men in the room clapped at the sight in front of them.

Lucy never shut her eyes once when I pulled that trigger. Didn’t even fucking flinch. Her eyes were still wide open, and she kept looking at me as I sent the bullet that could have been down her throat.

I threw the gun across the table with everyone’s eyes on me.

“I think we’re done here, gentlemen,” I said roughly, tucking my cock back inside my pants and pulling Lucy’s shivering body to her feet by her hair. I had to drag her towards her exit, because her lithe body didn’t seem to work anymore.

“I’ll see you some other time. Thanks for the cash.”