The tension in the hotel room had thickened into something almost suffocating, the kind of silence that presses down on your chest and makes every breath feel borrowed. All eyes locked onto Akshat as he stood there, that lustful, angry smile twisting his lips into something feral. It wasn't just rage anymore it was deeper, hungrier, like the man had finally let the monster off its leash. The glint in his eyes promised no mercy, only payback wrapped in flesh and pain.
He moved toward Ravenna with slow, deliberate steps, his boots leaving faint smears of Harsh's blood on the floor. She was still slumped against the wall, dazed from Manya's slap, but her gaze sharpened as he approached. Akshat reached down and loosened the zip of his pants, the metallic rasp cutting through the quiet like a warning.
"Ravenna," he said, voice low and rough, carrying the weight of every sin she'd committed, "you have made too many sins now. You have sold women's dignity, including my friend Vanya. Did you really think that now you could be free?"
Without waiting for an answer, he shrugged off his black suit jacket, letting it drop carelessly to the floor. His fingers worked the buttons of his shirt next, peeling it away to reveal the hard lines of his back muscles, sculpted from whatever brutal training or street fights had forged him. The dim light cast shadows across his shoulders, emphasizing every shift and flex as he moved.
Alexander's voice broke the moment, shaky and uncertain. "What are you doing?"
Manya stood frozen in place, her body locked rigid as if the air itself had turned to ice around her. She couldn't speak, couldn't look away completely, trapped between horror and the overwhelming reality unfolding in front of her.
Akshat didn't even glance at them at first. His focus stayed pinned on Ravenna. "I will make her suffer for what she has done," he said, his tone flat but laced with dark promise, "and you have to join in this sin too, Alexander."
He pushed his pants down, revealing his sword—thick, heavy, and already straining with the raw intent burning through him. Ravenna's eyes widened slightly, but that mocking edge still lingered in the curl of her lip, even as her situation became brutally clear.
Akshat didn't waste time on words anymore. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her forward roughly, and started hitting her with the force of his body. He made her suffer with his sword, thrusting into her without hesitation or gentleness, each movement driven by cold fury rather than desire. The sounds that followed were raw—flesh against flesh, her sharp gasps turning into unwilling moans as he took her hard against the wall. He didn't hold back, pounding into her with a rhythm meant to break something deeper than just skin.
Manya turned her head toward the wall, pressing her forehead against the cool surface, trying to block it out. But the noises wouldn't let her escape. Ravenna's moans—low at first, then louder, broken, mixing pain and forced pleasure—echoed in the small room. They sent a chill down Manya's spine, making her fear Akshat just a little more. This wasn't the man she thought she knew. This was something darker, something that didn't flinch from crossing every line.
Harsh lay sprawled on the ground nearby, his ruined hand wrapped in blood-soaked gauze, every twitch sending fresh agony through him. He watched it all through half-lidded eyes, his face twisted in pain and hatred. "I'll kill you," he swore weakly, the words bubbling through bloodied lips. "I swear I'll fucking kill you for this, Akshat."
Akshat's only response was a low chuckle as he continued driving into Ravenna, making her body jolt with every deep thrust of his sword. He kept her pinned, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, the other tangled in her dark hair. Her earlier defiance was cracking, replaced by shaky breaths and involuntary sounds she couldn't hold back.
He finally looked over at Alexander, who was still standing there, pale and conflicted. "Remember that drink of soju we shared, Alexander? That wasn't just alcohol between friends. That was your word. Your contract to serve me as your master. You don't get to pick and choose which orders you follow."
Alexander swallowed hard, his surgical hands clenching at his sides. The hesitation was clear on his face—he knew how wrong this was, how far beyond anything they should be doing. But the bond, the debt, the weight of that shared drink pulled at him. With a heavy breath, he stepped forward, shedding his own hesitation along with his shirt.
Together they made her suffer in a rough threesome. Akshat kept his relentless pace from the front, his sword claiming her without mercy, while Alexander positioned himself behind her. He joined in, entering her with rough thrusts of his own, the two of them filling her completely in a punishing rhythm. Ravenna's body shook between them, her moans growing louder and more broken as they took her hard hands gripping, hips slamming, no softness, no pauses for breath. The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of it, her earlier taunts long forgotten in the face of this raw retribution.
Akshat's voice was a growl near her ear as he drove deeper. "This is what you sold them into. Feel every bit of it." Alexander said nothing, his movements mechanical at first, then fueled by the same dark momentum, his face tight with conflict even as his body obeyed.
Ravenna's cries echoed off the walls, a mix of pain, shock, and something she couldn't control. Harsh kept muttering curses from the floor, too weak to do anything but watch and bleed. Manya stayed turned away, her shoulders trembling, the fear settling deeper into her bones with every passing second.
The scene stretched on in that dim hotel room, the air thick with sweat, blood, and the heavy consequences of sins finally coming home to roost. Akshat showed no signs of stopping, his lustful anger driving him forward, ensuring Ravenna understood exactly what she had inflicted on others, especially Vanya.
End of ch RD 6
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