In front of me, tied to a metal chair, sat Eliot. His face was pale, his lips cracked, and his eyes, when they met mine, begged for something I didn't know how to give him. "Tell him," Luka whispered beside my ear, his voice calm, almost gentle, which made it even more chilling. "Tell him how much you like it when I fuck you." "Luka, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Tell him," he repeated, tightening his grip on my fingers as a warning. "Tell him how you scream while I destroy your pussy." I shook my head, tears already streaming down my cheeks, but I couldn't make myself say those vile words, not in front of him, not in front of Eliot, whose eyes were now full of disbelief, betrayal, fear. Luka sighed, like a disappointed parent, and turned to one of his men standing in the shadows. "The bag." "No—" I tried to pull away, but his hand wouldn't loosen. "No, please, don't, I'll do whatever you want, just let him go—" It was too late. A black bag covered Eliot's head, an
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