Darkly Divine -Paid In Kind

𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟙 - ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕀𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕕

Zorya

I kneeled on my hands and knees while Daniel and Kyle used my naked body as a coffee table. I took shallow breaths and begged my muscles not to shake. They were watching something violent, and the woman’s screams from the TV made Kyle rub his combat boots on me in excitement.

They were capable of forgetting that a human body was anything more than an inanimate object, and I wanted them to think of me as a table. The agony in my arms was nothing compared to what else they could turn me into.

The men in this basement were wolf shifters. Scions, direct children of wolf spirits and humans. I was also a scion, but I didn’t know what my spiritual parent was. All I knew was that I was not a wolf, and I couldn’t pass for human if examined closely. I’d been unable to hide it from my boyfriend when I was sixteen, and he’d told me I was lovely and special.

Special enough not to have sex with me, special enough to get a good enough price when he sold me to the wolves. I’d seen their disgusting biker bar above during my initiation, then I’d been taken down to the basement. I’d been locked down here for two years. I’d lost track of the exact days, but I thought my eighteenth birthday had passed unnoticed.

Kyle placed his beer down on my ass, and it predictably fell, dripping sticky liquid down between my legs. “This furniture is shit.” He took off his shirt and wiped me down as if I really was a table.

Until he started to clean between my legs, he pushed hard against me and rubbed, thinking that he was causing me uncomfortable sensual pleasure. He didn’t even know there was a spot to find or that a woman didn’t just need to be roughed up down there.

I obediently made a little noise for him, and he kicked his feet into my breasts as the screams from the TV got desperate before a horrible silence. I closed my eyes. Would this be the night my life ended in sudden silence?

The men were aroused, and Kyle kicked me over. I fell to my side and lay immobile. I didn’t let out a sound.

Lana made her move; she was a wolfblood, and she had been kneeling obediently next to the TV. She had a tattooed collar around her neck that declared her as belonging to Fenrir’s Chain. She hadn’t been sold to them; she signed up to the Chain.

They had not tattooed me; they were waiting until my full heritage had been revealed to sell me. In her eyes, that meant I was not worthy of the males here.

So it wasn’t mercy when she crawled across the floor, brushed her breasts over my side, and tried to get the men’s attention. She had a beautiful, dark quality to her skin that contrasted with my pale skin. I had always been fair, but my skin could tan nicely. It had been a long time since I had seen the sun or breathed air that didn’t stink of men, beer, and smoke.

Kyle was almost tempted. She straddled the curve of my side and began rubbing herself on me, and he took the bait, standing on my long golden hair, as he put his feet on either side of my head. He shoved his cock in her mouth, and I could hear her gagging as she kept rubbing against me.

He stood on my arm as he picked her up, shoving her as he bent her over the disgusting pool table. She made high-pitched screams as his tiny dick barely made any impression on her.

I lay still. Daniel had not forgotten about me. He never forgot about me.

He pushed me over onto my back and straddled me, still in his rough jeans, buttoned shirt, and leather vest.

“If you’re no use as a table, what use are you?” He dragged a hand over his shaved head as if puzzled.

I didn’t answer him. It was the only power I had in this hell. I could not remain silent, but I could keep my words from them.

He dug his fingers beneath my exposed ribs and pulled up. “Barely a full meal on you.” He leant down, pushing my hair away from my ears, which were pointed. “What the hell fucked your father? Was it a succubus? Is that why you always force me to hurt you?”

Without warning, he shifted to a neutral tone. “Eighteen, now the accords permit a warder to register you as claimed.” He leaned in to whisper, his sour breath hot and invasive. “I made a bid on you.”

My heart seized. I desperately wanted to escape from this basement. I might even learn to accept being the personal slave of one of the other men; at least they wouldn’t want to share me.

But not Daniel. He wasn’t a clueless, violent brute. He knew how to make people hurt in every way.

His lips turned up in a sneer. “Apparently, I can’t afford you. Do you think your price would drop if I fucked up your pretty eyes?”

I didn’t dare close them as he looked into the eyes that had bought such a high price two years ago. They were more like a cat’s eyes than human, with little white, they were swirls of glacial blue and seaspray green.

He was thinking about it. I hated my eyes; they had prevented me from hiding what I was, but the thought of losing them to Daniel made my lip tremble. He took his belt off, and I flinched as he hit me with it.

“Daniel, be a good boy,” said a smooth voice from the stairs.