LILA
My whole body ached in the best way possible.
I loved fucking and especially when that fucking involved double penetration and orgies, there was this unexplainable euphoria that ca with being filled everywhere at once while multiple hands touched every part of .
Maya’s hands worked into the muscles of my neck and shoulders while I sat at my vanity, still naked under my silk robe.
"I didn’t know you were hosting a party last night, I would have stayed up to make sure I gave you a proper massage when you were done." Maya dug her thumbs into a particularly tight knot.
"Well when my fiancée canceled on , I had to entertain myself sohow." I rolled my neck as she worked.
Maya went silent for a while, her hands still working but I could feel her calculating her next words carefully.
"Do you think he spent it with Amaris?" she finally asked quietly.
I whipped around so fast her hands fell away and I gave her a look that could kill. "Why the fuck would you suggest that?"
Maya stepped back. "I just thought—"
"You thought wrong." I stood up and faced her directly. "You already know Rowan is one of the good guys, he would never do that to , don’t ever suggest sothing that stupid again."
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything." Maya looked down at her feet.
I turned back to the mirror and sat down again. "Continue."
Her hands returned to my shoulders, more careful this ti.
A knock at the door interrupted us.
"Co in." I didn’t turn around.
A sentinel walked in and stood at attention. "The prisoner is ready for you."
"Good." I t his eyes in the mirror. "Have you seen Jason?"
"No ma’am, but I can have soone go to his house and check."
"Do that." I waved him away dismissively.
He left and closed the door behind him.
I stood and walked to my closet, dropping the robe as I went and Maya looked away like she always did, such a prude considering who she worked for.
I pulled on a black dress, simple and elegant, nothing that would show blood if things got ssy downstairs.
The prison was in the basent of my family’s estate, deep underground where no one could hear anything.
I walked down the stone steps in my heels, each click echoing off the walls as the temperature dropped with every level.
The sll hit first - blood and piss and fear.
Nia was chained to a chair in the center of the room under a single bare bulb, her head hanging forward with blood dripping from her face onto the concrete floor.
My n had done good work on her already, she was beaten and battered and bloody, they’d tortured her for hours after catching her trying to leave my estate in her car last night.
Now that I knew she knew my secret, I was conflicted about what to do with her.
Kill her quickly or kill her slowly.
Those were really the only two options.
Nia must have heard my heels on the concrete because her head lifted slowly and when she saw through her swollen eyes she started crying harder.
"Lila please, I already told them I wouldn’t tell anyone about what I saw." Her voice ca out hoarse and broken.
I walked up to her and slapped her hard across the face, my ring cut her cheek and more blood ran down. "How dare you sneak into my house uninvited like so common thief?"
Nia sobbed and her whole body shook against the chains. "I’m sorry, I didn’t an to see anything, I was just—"
"Just what?" I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back hard. "Spying on ? Trying to find dirt to use against ?"
"No, I swear, I just got lost in the house and heard noises and—" Nia’s words ca out in gasps between sobs.
I let go of her hair and her head fell forward again.
"You got lost and just happened to find your way to the private wing where my parties happen?" I circled around behind her chair slowly. "Do you think I’m stupid?"
"No, I don’t think that, please Lila." Nia begged.
I stopped behind her and leaned down close to her ear. "You know what I do to people who think they can cross the line with ?"
Nia whimpered but didn’t answer.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair again and pulled her head back until she was looking up at . "I make them wish they’d never been born."
"Please, I won’t tell anyone anything about what I saw, I swear on my life." Nia’s tears ran down her face and into her hair.
"Your life isn’t worth much right now." I let go and walked back around to face her. "My issue with won like you is that you think you’re better than us, you think you have so moral high ground because you don’t participate in the things I do."
"I never said I was better than you." Nia shook her head frantically.
"You didn’t have to say it, I can see it in your pathetic judgntal eyes every ti you look at ." I leaned down until our faces were inches apart. "You think you’re so pure and innocent and good, but you’re just boring and weak."
Nia sobbed harder.
I reached out and grabbed the front of her torn dress and ripped it further, the fabric tore easily and exposed more of her bruised skin underneath.
Then I slapped her again, harder this ti and she cried out in pain.
I ran my hand down her face almost gently, tracing the cuts and bruises my n had left, then I leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth.
Nia tried to pull away but the chains held her in place.
I pulled back and smiled at her horrified expression. "I think you could be useful to if you want to stay alive, you have to prove your worth to ."
"I can’t, please, I don’t—" Nia stamred.
I laughed loudly. "Relax, if I wanted to fuck you I would have done it already, I an I need you to tell sothing that gives a reason to keep you alive."
"I don’t know anything, I don’t have anything to tell you." Nia kept crying.
I slapped her again and grabbed her chin hard enough to bruise. "Think harder or I’ll have to get creative with my thods."
I walked over to the table against the wall where various tools were laid out, my n knew to always have options ready.
I picked up a pair of pliers and turned them over in my hand while Nia watched with wide terrified eyes.
I was just getting started, by the ti I was done with her, I would have fucked that bitch up she would beg to end her life.
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