The Destiny of Kemuel 22

Viktor enters the room and locks the door behind him. The sound of the latch resonating makes you shudder.

He stands by the door for several seconds, silently observing you. His gaze scans your ravaged body on the bed. The soaked sheets. Your skin covered in fluids. The white dress wrinkled and stained. Your makeup completely smeared.

Your legs continue to tremble violently. They haven't stopped for a second. Viktor notices it immediately.

He walks slowly towards the bed. His shoes resonate against the marble floor. Each step increases your anxiety.

He sits on the edge of the bed, next to you. The mattress sinks under his weight. His hand rests on your trembling thigh.

You feel the tremor beneath his palm. Constant. Uncontrollable.

"Five complete rounds," he says in a calm, almost admiring voice. "David sent me the live video. I saw everything from the living room with the others."

His fingers gently caress your skin. The contrast with the previous brutality is disconcerting.

"You came seventy-five times in total. Fifteen times per round." His voice sounds satisfied. "And your legs haven't stopped trembling since then."

You turn your face towards him. Your tear-swollen eyes meet his.

"Please..." your voice is barely a broken whisper. "Please... take me home..."

Viktor smiles softly. His hand continues to caress your trembling thigh.

"Home? But we've just started the evening."

Your eyes open in horror.

"Calm down. I'm not going to do anything to you now. David already did all the work I asked him to." He gets up from the bed. "But there are eleven other men waiting in the living room. And they all paid for their turn with you."

"No..." tears fall again. "I can't take it anymore... please..."

"Right now, you can still beg. You can still speak, although barely. And you can still walk, although your legs tremble so much that they can barely hold you." Viktor walks towards the door, stopping before opening it. He turns towards you. "But when all those eleven men are done with you, you won't be able to speak or beg. And you won't be able to walk. That's exactly what I want today. And that's exactly what I'm going to get."

He approaches the bed again, leaning over you. His face is centimeters from yours.

"I want your voice to be completely destroyed. I want you to be unable to make a single sound. And I want your legs to be so destroyed that you can't stand or take a single step." His hand grasps your chin firmly. "This is what it means to be my property, Sofia. This is what it means to be mine. That I can decide when you stop being able to speak and walk."

He releases your chin and stands up.

"I'm going to talk to David before sending in the next one. I need to make him a proposal."

He leaves the room, leaving you alone for several minutes.

You lie there, tr...