With Valentin’s breath on my neck, I imagined him laughing at my pain and demise.
With his cock hard in me, his fingers probed my ass. I felt him spit on my hole, and my eyes shut tight when he slowly pushed a finger in. And then two fingers.
He worked them slowly at the same time he continued to slam into my pussy. Within two seconds, the slow gentleness was gone and he was torturing my ass with hard, rough thrusts with his fingers.
My whole body was shaking and shuddering, the pain blinding me. It felt like I was being hit, thousands of lashes breaking my skin apart.
And then he was spilling inside of me, his semen coating my inside walls. He held himself still before he pulled out.
I sank to the floor, my legs too weak to hold me. My body was limp and battered.
My head thumped and I gagged, vomit now in my throat. I was shaking with agony and then I retched, throwing up on the floor where I lay lifelessly.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Valentin getting dressed. When his clothes were covering his body, he walked forward. He knelt beside me, and in his hand, I saw the syringe.
He didn’t say anything when the needle slipped into my flesh. I felt the drip…the flow in my veins.
Valentin looked at me, emotionless, and then left the room, the door closing behind him.
I was alone.
In pain.
Shattered.
And lost. So, so lost in this world.
Valentin took so much…until I had nothing.
I am nothing.
My heart clenched, and I closed my eyes, tired.
Finally, the drug started to play its effect. The pain dulled to a point where I didn’t feel it anymore.
My ears rung with music, beautiful sound.
The world was colorful and bright. So bright and beautiful.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
I heard birds chirping and water rushing. I was in a magical land.
Floating far, far away.
And I swirled around, dancing to the beautiful music.
“It’s beautiful,” I laughed. My arms opened wide, and I swirled and twirled.
“You are beautiful.”
That voice.
“You are the most beautiful, silent myshka.”
I smiled.
“I am beautiful?”
He nodded. “Your smiles are beautiful too.”
“Then I will smile. For you.”
He wrapped his arms around me, anchoring me into his embrace. “I will make you smile. Promise.”
“Promise?”
“Pinky promise, silent myshka.”
I laid my head on his chest, and then we danced together. We held each other.
Oh, how beautiful it was.
Filled with peace, I drifted off—where my Viktor was.
Together, we smiled.
Chapter 24
Valerie
I must have laid there for hours, the drug coursing through my body. Making me feel things. Strange, beautiful things. And I wanted to continue basking in them.
I never wanted this to end—this beautiful dream. I never wanted to stop dancing and hearing the nature sounds and the enchanting music. And his voice. His laughter.
Viktor was there. Every step I took, he was there beside me, holding me. We were together, and there was nothing more beautiful than this moment.
But just like any drug, the effects eventually faded away.
I was thrust back into reality. The pain came back, my body aching everywhere. I struggled to a sitting position, my vision blurry and my head heavy.
Swiping a hand over my face, I took a deep breath. My muscles protested, but I took another deep breath. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.
After some time, I finally got to my feet and limped to the bathroom. Standing under the curtain of water, I washed away all the evidence of Valentin.
I scrubbed my skin raw until I was red, itching, and sensitive. The collar was still around my neck. I didn’t dare remove it. I also didn’t dare to look at myself in the mirror.
The image in my head was enough to make my stomach churn painfully. I silently wished that Valentin would feed me those drugs every moment—every single minute and second.
They dulled my pain and sent me to a world where pain didn’t even exist. There, I could be happy.
Here—I was a living corpse.
The dress I wore scratched at my sensitive skin. The material was smooth, made with the softest silk, yet it still itched.
Finally, I staggered toward my bed. Even climbing into it was painful. I struggled to breathe with the heavy feeling on my chest.
Valentin visited me and left. He took what he wanted and then left.
And now I was alone with my thoughts.
My eyes drifted toward my door, and I sleepily stared at it. A small smile kicked its way to my lips as I thought of my dream—my fantasyland.
Viktor.
My eyes started to drift closed at the thought, tiredness finally making its way into my body. Sleep overpowered me, and I slowly started to succumb to the peace it brought.
But then the door opened.
I blinked at the sudden change and sat up quickly in bed, holding the comforter close to my body. My heart raced, and I blinked again, trying to get rid of the sleepiness.