069

ELIJAH

I woke up slowly, my head pounding like someone had taken a hammer to it.

Fuck.

The room was the same dim hellhole—concrete walls, flickering bulb overhead, the stink of sweat and dried cum hanging in the air.

My arms were numb, wrists raw from the metal cuffs biting into them, chained tight to the headboard.

Every inch of me ached, especially down there—burning, sore, like I'd been torn open.

I couldn't move, just lay there, folded and helpless, naked skin sticky with old fluids.

The memories hit me hard as soon as my eyes focused.

Last night—or whenever the fuck it was—Cristian had come in, all smirks and threats. He'd injected me again with that shit that made my body go limp while sharpening every goddamn nerve.

I'd begged him to stop, cried like a bitch, but he didn't care.

Stripped down, climbed on the bed, and buried his face in my ass.

His tongue had lapped at my hole, pushing inside, slurping like he was starving.

Then he'd sucked my coc