"Over to you boys," I said, laughing hard, the sound echoing in the grand hall. My orders hung heavy in the air, it was a command that Lucian and Jamil were eager to follow, even though they were surprised I could tell them to have a fill of my property.
I watched them approach the table, their eyes glinting with a hunger that mirrored my own. Lina lay there, like a crumpled heap of cream silk and shattered innocence, as she was still whimpering, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were red and swollen, as she darted it between my face and the approaching figures of my guards, a desperate, silent plea for mercy that would never come. She still didn't understand, did she? She was mine property that I acquired. I have paid, so she belongs to me.
But her defiance, that stubborn spark I'd seen in her eyes, fueled my cold satisfaction.
Lucian reached the table first, his shadow falling over Lina's prone form like a shroud. He moved with a lazy, predatory grace, his dark eyes never leaving her. He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, with a slow, but deliberate gesture that spoke of unhurried pleasure.
"Well, well, little bird," Lucian purred, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Looks like it's my turn to play."
Lina gasped, a sharp, choked sound. She tried to scramble away, her bare skin scraping against the polished oak table, but the table was too big, and her movements were weak, and clumsy. She was trapped, a fragile thing caught in a web of my making. She looked at me again, her tear-filled eyes begging for an intervention, for me to call off my dogs. But I simply watched, a cold smile playing on my lips. This was her lesson. This was her place. Yes she disobeyed me, so I had to make her plead for death to come.
Lucian chuckled, a harsh, dry sound. He hoisted himself onto the table, straddling her legs, effectively pinning her. Lina cried out, a raw, desperate sound, struggling against his weight. Her small fists weakly pounded against his chest, but he hardly seemed to notice.
"Such a fighter, aren't we?" Lucian murmured, leaning down, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle... or maybe not…. It depends" He laughed then, a low, cruel sound that mixed with Lina's frantic whimpers.
Jamil, standing by, let out a deep chuckle. "Leave some for me, Lucian…. Her body is too soft to let go" he rumbled, his voice thick with anticipation. "She looks like she's got plenty to go around." He even reached into his pocket for his phone, a slow, deliberate movement.
My eyes narrowed. "What are you doing, Jamil?" I snarled, my voice low and dangerous.
Jamil flinched, pulling his hand back quickly, his smile faltering. "Nothing, Alpha! Just... thought I'd, you know, capture the moment for later." He held up his phone, a stupid grin trying to return.
Smash! My fist connected with the phone in his hand, crushing it against the marble wall. The screen shattered, wires sparking, pieces falling to the ground. Jamil jumped back, his eyes wide with fear, and Lucian stiffened beside him, his own grin gone, replaced by a pale shock.
"Are you insane, Jamil?" I growled, my voice barely a whisper, yet it filled the hall with a chilling threat. "No records. No records I repeat. This is for us, and us alone. Understand?" My eyes burned into theirs, daring them to defy me.
Jamil nodded quickly, his eyes on the shattered phone, then on my face, as Lucian laid stiff on Lina's body. "Alright, alpha!" He said, fear now clearly overrides any other emotion.
"Good," I stated, turning my attention back to Lina.
"No! Please! Stop them!" she cried, her voice cracking, barely audible. "Sire, please!" She appealed to me directly, her voice laced with agony. "I'll do anything! Just make them stop!"
I remained impassive, my gaze unwavering. "You'll do as you're told, little girl," I stated, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Your pleas mean nothing here." My words were a hammer blow, crushing any lingering hope she might have held.
Lucian grinned, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. He leaned down further, silencing her cries with a brutal kiss that made Lina gag. Her body went rigid under him, but she couldn't escape. Her small hands, still weak, tried to push him away, scratching at his shoulders, leaving faint red marks on his skin. He didn't even flinch.
The sounds that followed filled the hall. Lina's sharp gasps, punctuated by Lucian's grunts and the low, hungry murmurs from Jamil, who was now closer, his eyes fixed on the scene. It was a primal symphony, a brutal claim. Her whimpers turned into choked sobs, then silent tears that streamed endlessly down her face. She stopped fighting, her body going limp, utterly broken. Her pain was a tangible thing in the air, thick and suffocating.
Lucian eventually pulled away, his breath ragged, a look of satiation on his face. He quickly adjusted his clothes, a smug smile playing on his lips. He looked at Lina, then at me, a silent acknowledgement of a job well done.
"Your turn, Jamil," Lucian said, his voice husky, stepping back from the table.
"No, Sire!" Lina gasped, her voice was thin, and desperate. "I might die!" The words tumbled out, it was like a helpless plea.
Before she could scream, Jamil was on her. His rough hand clamped her ankle, bruising her sore skin. He pulled her leg up, with a brutal yank. A fresh wave of pain. Her leg thrashed, it was definitely a helpless fight. He dragged her carelessly, like a rag doll.
"Sire, please, mercy!" I begged, a raw croak. Tears streamed. I felt like she would run out of tears.
Immediately, I walked towards Lina, fast and sure. My body stiffened. I grabbed her leg again, strong, and dragged her off the table. A brutal quickness. She landed on the cold marble floor with a sickening thud. The pain was terrible, but fear was worse. I spread her legs wide. Her eyes slammed shut, like a useless attempt to block out the horror.
A quiet "no no no" escaped her lips. Her body was not hers.
Jamil, attacked her mouth. It was a brutal, disgusting kiss, blood and old breath because I could see her grinned at her face. His rough tongue forced its way past her clenched teeth. She gagged, tears streaming, but he held her tight, pinning her to the floor. His cock, hard and big, slowly rose. The weight of his body, pressed on her. Jamil was so brutal when it comes to women.
"Don't you dare close your eyes, girl!" Jamil snarled, his breath hot and reeked of alcohol. "Watch what's coming!" Her mind screamed, but only choked whimpers.
As Lucian assaulted her mouth, Jamil moved into place. He slid his cock to her mouth, grabbing her jaw, forcing it open. Crack! The pressure was too much. He forcefully opened her mouth with his cock. Her body arched, a desperate spasm. She choked, tears blurring her eyes, throat raw. The bitter, metallic taste filled her mouth. "Open wider, whore!" Lucian grunted, pushing deeper. "You'll take us all!" Her vision swam.
I wasn't looking. I'd turned away, back to the scene. I walked calmly towards the door. Stopped at the door frame, hand on the cold stone. I didn't look back. My voice, cold and empty, echoed.
"Fuck to your fill, Jamil, Lucian... She's my property, and she meant nothing to me!" My words were a death sentence. She was worthless.