The fate of Kemuel 30

Damian released your chin and sat back down in the kitchen chair while you remained standing, processing the order. But before you could move towards the stove, he pulled out his cell phone and placed it on the table.

"Wait. Before my colleague arrives, I'm going to set something up. I feel like repeating that game."

He started typing messages quickly. In less than ten minutes, they began to arrive.

First, the three teenagers from the beginning entered: Javi, Oscar, and Ruben. All three with their usual arrogant attitude. Javi, the blonde with long hair and a cap, looked you up and down and winked at you. Oscar, dark-haired with a tight red tracksuit, sat down on the couch with his legs spread apart. Ruben, shaved with earrings, stood leaning against the wall, staring at you fixedly.

Then Viktor arrived. Tall, strong, a forty-year-old with a gray beard and thick arms like tree trunks. He sat down next to Oscar without saying a word, only giving you a look that made it clear he remembered the last time perfectly.

And finally, David entered. That bastard who had previously been your Master. Fifty years old, bald, pot-bellied, with black-framed glasses and a wrinkled shirt. He looked at you with that familiar shit-eating grin.

"Damn, Damian, you've got her even better trained this time," David said as he sat down.

Damian smiled.

"Today we're going to play another game. The same game as last time. But this time the prize is different: the winner gets to keep ALL the whores. All of them. Both Sofia and the others who lose in the game will become the property of the winner. And if someone loses, they'll also become a whore and will be distributed among my three partners here."

He pointed to Javi, Oscar, and Ruben. The three of them smiled like hyenas.

It was then that you felt something strange in your throat. As if something had been unleashed. You tried to speak... and your voice came out. Your old voice. Hoarse, weak from disuse, but yours.

"I... I want to play," you said.

The silence was absolute. The six of them looked at you as if you had just said the most ridiculous thing in the world. Damian narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell did you say?"

"That I want to play. If I win... I'll be free. Please. Let me play."

Damian stood up slowly, approached you, and grabbed your hair with force, pulling your head back.

"Look how brave you've become all of a sudden, little whore. Do you think you have any chance?"

You withstood the gaze despite the pain.

"Please, Master. Just one chance. If I lose... do what you want with me. But if I win, let me go."

Damian released you abruptly and burst out laughing. The others also laughed.

"Alright. I found it amusing. You'll play. But when you lose, and you will lose, I'll fuck you in front of everyone to remind you who's in charge here. Unders...