Chapter 144:
Makenna’s POV
Three days. Three endless days as Bryan’s captive in this twisted prison.
The cold metal cuff around my ankle had become a constant companion, its unyielding bite a perpetual reminder of my confinement. The chain granted me just enough length to move about the room, but never enough to reach freedom. The locked door stood as a silent mockery to any fleeting thoughts of escape.
Yet the physical restraints weren’t the worst of my torment. His cruelest demand forced me to remain naked at all times, stripping away not just my clothing but every last shred of dignity. His moods shifted unpredictably – one moment brutal, the next disturbingly affectionate.
Like now.
I lay limp on the bed, still recovering from his latest assault. He’d barely finished with me when that familiar, predatory smirk reappeared. My stomach dropped as he produced the vibrating egg, its ominous hum filling the air.
“No… you monster…” My protest came out as little more than a whimper, my resistance weakened by exhaustion.
He settled on the bed’s edge, the vibrator in one hand while the other pinched my nipple with that horrible mix of pain and intimacy. “Don’t be so resistant,” he purred. “This will help you conceive faster. Isn’t that what you sex slaves desire?”
“Freak!” I spat, mustering what little defiance remained. Every fiber of my being revolted at the thought of carrying his child – I’d sooner die.
His hand suddenly tightened around my throat in warning. “Don’t move,” he growled, the threat in his voice freezing me in place. “Disobey, and I’ll replace this with multiple vibrators.”
Helpless despair washed over me as I squeezed my eyes shut. My silent surrender only seemed to please him more.
I felt him spread my legs, then the invasive push of his fingers forcing the device inside. The instant vibration sent unwanted tremors through my exhausted body. A sharp slap landed on my backside as he ordered, “Keep it in. Don’t let it slip out, and make sure my seed stays where it belongs. Understood?”
I responded with only a glare and bitten lip, my silent rebellion the last thing he couldn’t take from me.
𝕄𝖆𝗂𝗇 𝖈𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝗘𝗗 at galn𝗈v𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗺
This was the third day of my captivity—a prisoner in Bryan’s twisted world.
For three long days, he had kept me chained in this room, the cold metal biting into my skin, a constant reminder of my confinement. The chain allowed me just enough freedom to move within the room but denied me any hope of escape. The door, of course, was securely locked, as if mocking any thought of freedom.
But that wasn’t the worst of it.
He’d demanded that I remain naked, stripping away not just my clothes but any semblance of dignity I had left. He’d torment me whenever the mood struck, switching between cruelty and twisted affection.
Like now.
I lay on the bed, drained of strength. He had finished with me only moments ago, yet it seemed his hunger was far from sated. With a cruel smirk, he produced a vibrating egg and pressed it against me.
“No… you monster…” I whimpered, weakly attempting to resist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held the vibrator in one hand while his other teased my nipple, his touch both painful and intimate. “Don’t be so quick to resist. This will help you get pregnant faster. Isn’t that what you sex slaves want?”
“Freak!” I spat, glaring at him with all the defiance I could muster, trying desperately to break free from his grip.
I would rather die than carry his child!
The thought alone made my skin crawl.
“Don’t move,” he warned, his voice low and threatening as his hand tightened around my neck. “If you disobey, I’ll make sure there’s more than one vibrator inside you.”
His words froze me in place, despair washing over me as I closed my eyes, unable to fight any longer.
Seeing my surrender, he smiled, his satisfaction palpable. He spread my legs and pushed the vibrator inside with two fingers, its hum sending tremors through my body. Bryan’s hand came down in a sharp pat on my buttock, his tone half-joking, half-threatening.
“Keep it in. Don’t let it slip out, and make sure my seed stays where it belongs. Got it?”
I glared at him, biting my lip, refusing to answer.
