Ours to Ruin, page 16
I gasped when I realized I had omitted Master before Roy. Maybe I was so nervous it just skipped.
“The Heister twins sent you a bunch of new maids and staff from Germany as gifts. They were talking about their life and your friendship with them. They felt bad for me and offered me help to escape. I swear I said no. I told them I didn’t want to go against you. That’s all, I promise, please. I am not lying,” I gestured with my hands.
“Brother, look at what we asked for and look what we got!” Roy scoffed, shaking his head.
What?! This was the only conversation I had kept hidden from them other than the pills.
“Get all those eight slaves here now,” Ezra instructed Santiago, who was standing beside the closed doors.
They weren’t slaves; they were just working for them. I was tempted to scream at them, but I held back.
They walked over to me and planted gentle kisses on my cheeks.
“Am I forgiven?” With a mischievous glint in their eyes, they shared a laugh before helping me into my dress.
“What do you call us, piscín?” Master Ezra demanded as he zipped up my dress, his knuckles softly grazing my back.
“Ezra and Roy,” I mumbled, trying to steady my nerves.
“We want you to address us as Roy and Ezra, even when your mind drifts to our thoughts. Even in your thoughts it’s Roy and Ezra and not Masters, okay?” Master Roy rasped.
Did they know I called them masters even in my head? How did they know me so well?
“We even know about that two mm mole right above your hot pussy,” Roy grinned, while I noticed his hard-on bulging through his pants.
I was totally red-faced. I didn’t even dare to look at them.
“That’s a 2.75 mm mole, Roy,” Ezra spoke, his eyes roaming from between my legs to my breasts. I didn’t find it uncomfortable; instead, his gaze made me feel sexy.
“You used a Vernier caliper, brother?” Roy mocked him.
“Would you believe me if I said a screw gauge?” Ezra cackled in response.
Mast—no, Roy stared intently at the door. Suddenly, eight people were forcefully flung to the ground without mercy.
Panic washed over me as I saw the workers sent to them as slaves from Germany.
Yeah, these awful gangsters gifted humans to each other as slaves. Roy grabbed his phone and called someone. Two rings went off and this super grumpy voice came through.
“What do you want, you bastard? I was sleeping.” The person’s voice boomed through the room.
“After fucking with our sleep, you are sleeping, you fucker?” Roy growled.
“Heister,” Ezra spoke this time.
“Donovan,” came in a different voice that sent chills down my spine.
“The slaves you sent us as gifts were ready to mislead our woman and help her escape,” Ezra gritted, his voice filled with anger.
“Burn them alive, and we are sorry. Guess we were too busy with our little tease over the past few days,” the person grumbled on the other line.
The brothers frequently talked with the Heister twins. They were another set of brothers who had a seat at the High Table.
“Heister, if my woman would have escaped, I would have throttled you,” Ezra mocked.
“Weasel. Your little redhead wants to keep up with you two? I mean, I heard she was in a coma for a week.” They were both laughing their heads off, making fun of Ezra and Roy.
“Whore sons. You really thought you could keep that coiled afro beauty under wraps? Didn’t you kidnap her from Azrail’s office?” Ezra joked, and now the Donovans were cracking up while the Heister twins kept quiet.
They discussed business for a bit and ended the call.
With his original sinister aura restored, Ezra’s gaze fell upon the eight workers, who trembled and wept, desperately pleading for their lives.
Just a few minutes ago, I was doing the exact same thing, and the memory was still fresh in my mind. I was devastated because I had no say in this.
“Just let them go, please.” Clutching their hands, I stroked them, using every ounce of persuasion to convince them to show mercy and not kill these people.
“I’m so over slaughtering and gutting people,” Ezra complained. I couldn’t help but let out a gasp.
Wait, did he really just say he wouldn’t slaughter them?!
Oh, my gosh! Grandma was right. Humans are humans, after all, and we all feel things.
The new staff, whom these brothers referred to as their slaves, had tears of joy in their eyes as they silently expressed their gratitude to me. They were just as gullible as me, they weren’t mad at me even after finding out I spilled our secret.
“I am bored too. Let’s do one thing: water, air, land, and fire. What say you, brother?” Roy asked Ezra and he grinned in response.
Huh? What did that even mean?
“Two will be buried in the ground and two will be hung on a windmill, so both land and air will be used. Four of them will die this way,” Master Ezra sneered.
“No—” I tried to protest, but both of them turned their gazes toward me. The darkness reflected in their eyes made me stop and sob silently.
“Two will be drowned and the other two will be burned alive with gasoline. Alright, let’s just get it done and also get our piscín ready for our first date after we fuck her.” Roy laughed like a deranged maniac. “Let’s first at least drill holes into their bodies,” he suggested, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic glint.
“I fuck her twice then. You drill holes into their bodies,” Ezra ridiculed, walking toward me.
“To hell with these slaves. Let’s fuck our piscín already. But wait, what about them?” Roy’s face twisted into a grimace as he glanced at Nina and her daughter.
“Nowadays, we are excessively generous and compassionate and it’s on Veronica. Let them go,” Ezra spoke, leaving me bewildered.
How was this ruthless savagery kind?
“Piscín, were you aware of those birth control pills Nina was shoving down your throat?” Ezra’s voice was devoid of any humor this time.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Veronica
I glimpsed at Nina and took in the appearance of her body. Her right shoulder was bandaged and her amputated hand was still lying on the ground.
I recalled those days when they had done things like that to me. Days I couldn’t even speak off. My body felt feeble all of a sudden.
Nina’s daughter was begging Ezra and Roy to spare them and let them go.
“Will you both let Nina and her daughter go if I tell you the truth?” I pleaded, but suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out.
With a single shot, Roy had pierced Nina’s abdomen. He now shifted his aim from Nina’s gut to her daughter’s heart.
“If you think we haven’t been considerate enough for the past month with you piscín, then, baby, think again. If you don’t want to go to that dungeon again, speak up in the next thirty seconds,” Roy gritted, his voice filled with warning.
“She fucking thinks she has choices,” Ezra snapped, his eyes dark and malevolent. I knew if I kept my mouth shut, things would be even worse than they used to be.
I could feel death coming for me.
“I didn’t want a child forced upon me,” I dauntlessly admitted.
I’d had enough. Not anymore.
When I glanced at them both, it was as if I didn’t exist to them. They instructed Santiago to let Nina and her daughter go and then leave.
All the courage and strength I had displayed just moments ago crumbled when I saw those two menacing lunatics approaching me with deliberate steps, their eyes scanning my every detail.
I trembled when their gazes lingered on me.
“Brother,” Roy said, “we made a mistake by dressing her again.”
“Nothing we can’t rectify. Let’s fix our mistake, Roy.” Ezra grinned and reached behind me.
“Piscín.” Roy’s hand caressed the skin under my eye, but before I knew it, my dress was torn off and landed on the ground.
A sob escaped my lips as they both settled onto the nearby couch. Ezra poured whiskey while Roy enjoyed his Bacardi, loosening his tie.
Every move, every action of theirs kindled something inside me I had never felt before. They were staring at me, eyeing every inch of my half-naked body.
“I want you naked, piscín,” Master Roy said, and I didn’t need to be told twice.
With shaky hands, I hastily removed my panties and unclasped my bra.
I was completely bare now.
I didn’t even feel the need to cover up. They were so familiar with my body that they could identify every mole on it. Hiding something that already belonged to them would only add to the cruelty they were about to unleash upon me.
I knew I was theirs, moaning their names every day and night like a whore. My body craved everything they did to me. Every touch of theirs made me long for more.
“Will you lie on that bed, piscín?” Roy chuckled, his gaze fixated on my pulsating pussy. My toes were tightly squeezed together as I desperately tried to suppress the rush of arousal, knowing it would soon be replaced by unimaginable torment.
Ezra’s eyes fired up when he saw me fidgeting with my toes. I always did that when they fucked me.
Roy smirked, seeing me aroused.
As soon as I settled onto the bed, I stretched out my legs and rested my hands on the bedpost above me. Why bother revolting and ending up covered in blood? Roy didn’t waste time. He went down on me and started sucking. I got all flustered when he stuck his tongue in and started lapping at my folds. It felt so good that I shuddered. His sinful tongue grazed over my wet folds, collecting my wetness and drinking from me.
Ezra rolled up his sleeves, never taking his eyes off me. We were both eyeing each other when Roy slid his finger inside me while his tongue was still plunging in and out of me. I tugged his hair, pulling him toward me, as he slipped another of his fingers inside me, making me eager for release. Ezra played with my nipples, twirling them between his fingers and giving a gentle bite to my right areola.
“Roy, Ezra!” I groaned, falling apart and squealing.
“Veronica, your moans are ours,” Roy said, kissing my pussy and licking up the last of my juices.
“So are your cries.” Ezra flipped me onto my stomach.
“You first get us this addicted to you and then fuck with our heads. You believed you could get away with this and treat us like some kind of scum.” Roy handcuffed me to the bedpost, his fingers running down my body, making me moan.
I had to be a shameless slut to want their touches. I looked back and saw they had taken off their shirts and were holding little glass cups.
These were no ordinary cups; they were cups fitted with minuscule needles. They used them to torture their prisoners.
“The day after she promised she’d be our woman, I wanted to hang her upside down from the ceiling with snake venom burning below her mouth so she’d die from the venom deposited in her alveolar sacks. She was crying on day one while I fed her bacon with my hand.” The sound of Roy’s snarl made my hair stand on end, and I felt a sudden, cold pressure at the back of my neck.
My agonizing screams and pleas filled the entire basement as that cup full of needles was forcefully shoved into the back of my neck.
My body trembled with my loud sobs when he stepped away. Ezra positioned the glass cup on my spine. I cried and begged him to stop when Roy kissed my cheeks and tied my hair.
“On the second day, I fucking stopped myself from throwing her into the meat mincing pulverizer. She got scared and backed away from me when I tried to hold her face and kiss her.” With a menacing roar, he forcefully punctured the cup, sending a spine-chilling shiver down my back and evoking a heart-wrenching cry from me.
Thirty minutes later, I was reduced to utter silence, too weak to even utter a plea for mercy, as glass cups continued to pierce my back, leaving me completely vulnerable. I was crying silently while those two were tallying my daily strikes.
“Brother,” Roy mumbled, his voice dripping with mockery, “on that thirtieth day, she brought me immense sorrow that deserves hell.” At this point he was fabricating just to feast on the sound of my cries.
Ezra didn’t bother to stop his mentally disoriented brother and watched him brutally jab another cup into my calf.
I just gave up and closed my eyes, but then a whole bucket of scorching hot water was thrown at me.
Every part of my body throbbed with pain. I was constantly begging for death.
“Don’t you wanna hear your last two violations, baby?” he chuckled.
I knew it right then and there. I wasn’t going to make it today.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Roy
“After giving you all the fancy shit, loving you so damn much, you go and stab us in the back,” I yelled, sticking the glass cup into her leg. Ezra did the same thing to her other leg before we both backed off.
My contentment grew watching her naked and bloodied body. The anger in me faded from seeing her battered.
I was captivated by the sight of her bare ass, and how helpless she looked, her body contorted in pain as she kept begging us for mercy. She still had glass cups all over her back.
“Piscín,” Ezra let out.
Veronica, who was bawling her eyes out, stopped crying and took deep breaths.
“Please take them out, Ezra, Ro—” she wailed, unable to finish the sentence. Her body wincing both in fear and pain.
“You don’t wanna give us kids, huh? Your pussy wants to deprive us of our rights?” Ezra’s thunderous roar startled Veronica, making her squirm even more.
“I thought you both loved me. I didn’t know all I’m good for is having babies,” she sniffled, with tears streaming down her face.
Everything happened in a whirlwind when Ezra forcefully struck his belt against her already bruised back right where those cups were, causing her sharp cries of pain to fill my ears.
The sound of lashes cracking against Veronica’s bare body echoed through the room, accompanied by her muffled pleas.
“You think I don’t fucking love you?” he growled and struck her legs with a forceful blow.
“You’re still alive and breathing, and that’s all the proof you need of my love. I’ve been nothing but patient with you,” he snapped, handing his belt to me.
I chucked his belt on the floor. If I went at her like he did, we’d need a body bag by the end of the night.
Instead, I held her foot and lit my Zippo, running the flames over it. She screamed and fought to get away as I continued directing the flame on her entire foot.
I only threw the Zippo down after completely charring her foot.
“How about we try again now?” I chuckled, whetting my dagger.
“I am sorry,” she wailed.
All this bitch could do was cry and beg. Pathetic little whore.
I roughly removed the cups from her body and carried her naked body back to our bedroom through the secret tunnel.
The entire estate was swallowed in silence. The maids and staff had all made their way to the servant’s quarters at the back of the property where they lived.
She let out a soft whimper when I slipped her into the bathtub. A hiss of pain left her when the water touched her beaten body.
She closed her eyes and leaned back, crying.
Ezra snuck in behind her after I hopped inside in front of her.
He playfully kissed her shoulder and gathered her red hair, rubbing shampoo all over it. He was massaging her scalp and planting sloppy kisses on her back.
Because of this woman, we were all over the place. Just a minute ago, I wanted to thrash her, and now we were caring for her like dutiful husbands.
When Ezra rubbed the loofah on her back, she hiccuped, shuddering from the irritation of the material caressing her wounds.
“This pain will serve as a constant reminder if you ever think about deceiving us again,” he growled, sinking his teeth into her earlobe and nipping her ear.
I spread out her legs and grabbed onto her right leg. I scrubbed her leg and kissed her foot, moving up toward her thighs.
Veronica fluttered in my hold when Ezra lifted her and had her atop him while I slid my finger inside her warm cunt. My free hand stroking my throbbing erection at the same pace I was fingering her.
“We’ve got something more important to deal with,” Ezra grunted, turning on the faucet and rinsing Veronica’s hair.
Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers out and sighed. He was right.
I got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around my body. My swollen cock was sticking up, demanding Veronica’s lips. I smirked, listening her loud gasps. My dick definitely had her attention.
She squealed when I scooped her up and put a bathrobe on her while Ezra wrapped her hair in a towel.
This time, Ezra carried her to our closet and plopped her on the dressing table.
We both dropped our towels and started getting dressed in front of her. We were putting on a show for her, and by the looks of it, she was thoroughly enjoying every bit of it.
Once we had on our shirts, she stood up and walked toward Ezra and helped him with his suit jacket. She did the exact same thing with me.
Good, she was aware of what her duties were as our woman. She knew if she ever skipped a duty, she’d have to pay the extra penalty. And our payment of penalties was in blood and bones.
We took off her bathrobe together and got down on our knees. With our heads on her belly, we looked at each other.
“How about making one now?” I questioned Ezra.
Veronica’s fingers ran through our hair, stroking our scalps. I relaxed, feeling the soft caress of her fingers. It was just crazy how much I loved this woman. The feelings she evoked in me were unfathomable. She had fucked the anatomy of my emotions.
“We’d be late,” Ezra mumbled, nuzzling his nose against her belly.
“How many kids do you want, piscín?” I lifted my head to meet her eyes. I was sure she could see the desperate yearning in my gaze.
