Chapter 6

THIRD PERSON POV

Lyra gasped in horror.

“I will-I will,” The men called out.

Ryker exposes a wicked grin. He looks at Lyra with contempt, then laughs.

“Well, now, we can’t lose the princess too early.” He responds mockingly, causing the women, who were with the men, to smile slyly.

“Five of my finest warriors will enjoy a royal pussy tonight.” Then he looks to his beta, Lief, and nods.

Lief stands up and points randomly to five different men in the crowd. The cheers are louder now. The lucky men are howling. They waste no time.

One of the men immediately climbs onto the stage and grabs her by the waist. She screams in terror, but her fears only make them more eager.

He wastes no time smacking her on her ass cheeks, making her cry loudly while jumping down the stage with his prize.

The cheers from the warriors get louder. The sounds are terrifyingly loud, reverberating all over the walls and ground, making the air so thick with energy.

“Please – Please – no,” she cries loudly, but her cries are drowned amidst the noise.

Ryker watches, amused. He seemed quite entertained but was soon distracted by Vera.

She had moved to face him, cutting his view of the scene off so she could have his full attention, which seemed to work perfectly.

She smiles coyly at him while she bends lower, giving him a full view of her breasts, trailing a perfectly manicured nail down his torso.

He inhales sharply, grabbing her hand to his already bulging member, and groans deeply, causing her to give a satisfied smile. Then she kneels, her left hand undoing his zipper. In a seductive motion, she moves her left hand to cup her breasts, then moves her head down towards his member, administering to him.

Meanwhile, the two ladies who had held down Lyra’s hands on both sides were walking seductively like a choreographed dance on stage in opposite directions as they happily picked up the naked women on stage and called out their body features for bidders.

As soon as the bidding ended, everything went crazy as though an aphrodisiac gas had been sprayed in the air.

People were making all sorts of sounds. Some were moaning, groaning, and others were screaming.

Lyra was scared shitless. She wiggled and twisted on the man’s shoulders forcefully, begging him to release her, but her cries fell on deaf ears.

The man simply dumped her on the ground, causing her to scream in pain. He crawls on all fours randomly, a pitiful attempt at escape, but it only seemed to anger the already anxious men.

Not long after, her hair is yanked forcefully, and three ear-piercing slaps are plastered on her already swollen face from the tears that have been flowing uncontrollably.

She screams again, but this time, no sound comes out. She starts to hyperventilate as though she couldn’t breathe,

She was in shock.

This was the most barbaric and savage experience she had ever known.

One of the men hits her heavily on the face, causing her vision to go blurry. The next thing she knows, someone shoves his dick into her mouth, causing her to gag.

She struggles to free herself, but her head is held firmly. She could feel hands groping her breasts, hands trailing different parts of her body, while her cries were swallowed by the violation in her mouth.

So many hands. Her mind screams

She couldn’t take it. In all her sixteen years of life, she had never been exposed to this level of cruelty.

Her eyes burned, but the tears wouldn’t stop.

Lyra's heart pounded as danger closed in, her instincts screaming for survival, but her body and soul were battered and weak beyond recovery.

Fighting was useless.

Her mind was in a mess; she couldn’t think. She could only feel how different parts of her had been slapped, pinched, and dragged.

Her heart was beating heavily in her chest. She could hear her blood rush through her veins rapidly.

Her mouth got a moment's breather, but she never got a moment to breathe.

She felt her body being carried unceremoniously and carelessly, hands and legs spread wide as though she were skydiving in the air.

She feels something soft under her, and flight kicks in. She vaguely hears the men and what they say.

They grab her, making her effort futile.

She can’t take the pain anymore.

Her whole being had been shattered.

Death was better, she thought as darkness claimed her.