Chapter 6: Hospitality

Maya POV

I stayed curled up in the duvet on the floor, my body shaking as I struggled to control my tears.

My head throbbed.

I sniffed, exhausted… completely drained.

Then—

The door opened quietly.

Is he back?

I didn’t turn.

I didn’t have the strength.

Just… leave me alone.

Please.

It's not like I want to do this too.

My mind cried.

A gentle touch on my shoulder forced me to turn my head.

I froze. 

Standing over me were three men, each wearing a sickening, predatory smirk.

Something about their faces made my stomach drop instantly.

“What’s going on…?” I whispered.

“Hey, angel,” the one closest to me said.

My heart started racing.

“W-who are you? What’s going on?” I asked, slowly sitting up, clutching the duvet tightly to my body.

“No need to panic,” he said, stepping closer. “We’re just here to have some fun.”

I moved back immediately.

“F-fun…? What do you mean fun?” My voice trembled.

“Aww, she’s dumb,” one of the others laughed.

“Relax, Sten. I like them like this,” the one in front said—and suddenly grabbed my wrist.

I tried to pull away.

“Let me go!” I shrieked.

“Sorry, can't do.” That disgusting smirk flashed again.

“Peter—grab her.”

Panic exploded inside me.

“Wait—wait! What are you doing?!” I cried—

—but they were already on me.

Strong hands lifted me, and threw me onto the bed.

"No! Wait, please!" I thrashed, trying to find an exit, but they were already on top of me. 

Peter and Sten pinned my arms, their weight crushing the breath out of me as they forced my legs apart.

“No!! Please!!” I screamed, my body still thrashing.

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest.

"Scream all you want," the one in front of me smirked, his eyes dark. "He loves the sound of it."

He?

Who?

“Please… don’t do this… please…” I begged, tears streaming uncontrollably.

I was weak.

So weak.

I hadn’t even eaten ever since I got here.

My strength was gone.

"We really want to stop, angel, but we’ve been promised a few thrusts." His hand went to the buckle of his belt.

“No—please—!” My voice broke as I struggled harder, panic taking over completely.

He stripped down to his boxers, his eyes roaming over me with terrifying intent. 

"Easy, Zack," Sten teased. "You really can't wait to drive your dick into that hole, can you?"

"Can't wait," Zack growled. 

He reached down and violently ripped the duvet away, leaving me exposed and trembling.

"No! Please!" My body shook so hard I thought my heart would stop. 

My pleas fell on deaf ears as they laughed at my vulnerability.

"Wait, guys. Look," Peter said, pausing as he looked down at me. "I don't think she's ever been touched."

"Really? You mean a virgin?" Sten’s grin widened.

"Can we really... I mean, if she's a virgin, she might not survive three of us," Peter muttered, a flicker of doubt in his voice.

"Virgins are the purest," Zack said, his hand going to his boxers. "We'll just take it slow. She’ll enjoy it. Ethan, thank you so much for this." He blew a kiss toward the door.

"NO! PLEASE!"

Suddenly, the door swung open with a violent force. 

Ethan strode in, his gaze scanning the room before settling on me. 

His face was a mask of cold indifference.

"I think that’s enough, guys," he said, his voice flat.

"What?" Zack barked, his face twisting with irritation. "What do you mean 'enough'?"

"I'm sorry, but my head is occupied right now. Maybe some other time," Ethan said effortlessly, as if he were discussing the weather.

Zack scoffed, his eyes blazing with fury. 

He walked right up to Ethan’s face. "You called us here. And it’s only right we finish what we started."

"I changed my mind," Ethan replied, his voice dropping an octave. "Please. Leave."

"No, I don't think so," Zack sneered, stepping back toward the bed. "I'm hard as a rock. I'm not leaving until I've had a turn."

"Don't make me force you out, Zack," Ethan said.

A tense silence filled the room. 

Veins popped in Zack’s neck as he stared Ethan down. 

Finally, he raised his hands in mock surrender. "Fine. We’re leaving. Come on guys, let's go." They grabbed their clothes and bolted out of the room.

I lunged for the duvet, wrapping myself in it as my body continued to heave with sobs. 

I had almost been raped. 

My husband had invited them.

Ethan stood there for a moment, looking at everything in the room except my face.

"I let you live today because I don’t appreciate a dead body in my house," he said coldly. "I need you gone tomorrow." Without another word, he turned and left.

I broke down completely. 

I can't do this anymore. 

I'm sorry, Andre... I can't. 

Why is the world so cruel? 

Why were we given the harshest path? 

My stomach grumbled painfully, a reminder of my physical state.

I was still lost in my despair when the door opened again. 

Ethan walked in and tossed something at me. 

It was a dress. 

He set a tray on the table and walked back out without sparing me a glance.

I stared at the dress. 

It was a beautiful, modest blue dress. 

Is this for me? 

I stood up on shaky legs and pulled the dress on. 

It fitted perfectly. 

Then, my eyes drifted to the tray.

Food.

It was macaroni and cheese, the steam still rising from the bowl. 

I didn't care if it was a trap. 

I didn't care if it wasn't meant for me. 

I dove into it, my mouth quivering as I ate. 

It was delicious. 

Tears spilled into the bowl as I feasted, finishing every bite and draining the water.

But as the hunger faded, a new fear took hold. 

What if he hadn't brought this for me?

 What if I just ate the Devil's dinner?

I sank to the floor, my head in my hands.

 "Why is the world so cruel?" I whispered to the empty room, waiting for the next blow to fall.