Page 1 of Into Oblivion
Prologue
Talia
“Deal,” Dad mutters, hiseyes refusing to meet mine. I am standing in shock, staring at my father. How could he do this to me? I know I wasn’t the best daughter, but really?
“Time to go,” Henry tells me.
“Fuck you,” I spit. The muscle that Henry, an asshole my Dad owes money to, brought with him, chuckles. We all know I am fighting a losing battle, but I won’t just roll over and take it.
I turn and try to run, but the men converge on me. “Stop!” I scream as I am dragged to the center of my living room.
“Just take her already,” Dad huffs, still not looking at me.
“No, if you are going to sell your daughter off to get out of paying me, you get to look at what you’ve done,” Henry says. “Hold her down.”
“Stop! Please, stop!” I scream again, thrashing as I am bent over the coffee table and held down. I claw at the wood, trying to get to my Dad. Trying to get him to save me.
Henry forces my dress up and spits into his palm. “Look at her!” Henry screams at my father. “Watch me fuck your little girl, Pierce. You did this!”
“Stop! No! Please, no!” I sob as he forces his dick into me. The pain is unimaginable and sends fire blazing through my abdomen. “Daddy, please! Help me, please! Make it stop!”
As he thrusts into me, he grunts and slams deeper. I sob as he rapes me, begging my father to save me. He doesn’t. He sits there and watches me get fucked on the table I helped him build before alcohol took over his life.
Henry grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up as one of the other men slices deep into Dad’s throat, spraying me with his blood. I let out an ear-piercing scream as Henry rams into me over and over again as he comes. When he pulls out of me, he says something to the others before they all grab at me.
Someone smears my father’s blood on me to act as lubricant before shoving their dick into my ass, sending me spiraling into pained sobs, begging them just to kill me already.
As my mind sinks into oblivion, I realize that my life will never be my own.
Chapter One
Talia
“Fuck,” Henry grunts, slamminginto my pussy. He has me bent over his desk as he fucks me, and I am propped on my elbows for support. He tightens his grip on my waist and moans, quickening his pace.
When he nears his orgasm, he stops and pulls me off the desk so I can sink to my knees. I know the rules, so I open my mouth and let him thrust down my throat, fucking my mouth until he forces his come down my throat.
“Get up,” he grunts and turns back to sit at his desk.
Six months ago, my father traded me to Henry Frankford to clear his debt, but ultimately got his throat slit. I spent weeksbeing passed around and brutalized until I stopped fighting. Once they considered me broken, I was placed in a hotel room in downtown Chicago. Rich men visit, get off, and leave. Everything goes through Henry; I’m just the come collector, I guess.
I can’t even begin to count how many times I’ve been raped since that night in my childhood home. I was a virgin when Henry fucked me for the first time; now I’m just an expensive whore who earns Henry a lot of money.
I know that a simple visit with free rein costs fifty thousand dollars. A simple blowjob in Henry’s office or at a special event is ten grand. Henry, though, is the product tester. He samples every girl that he sells, but apparently he’s kept me around the longest.
Something about being willing without drugs. Really, I’d just like not to die, but even that is contradictory. I constantly beg Henry to just shoot me already, but he won’t—I’m worth too much alive. I suppose being drug-free, young, and hot by societal standards means I’d make the perfect contract wife.
I know that I will eventually be sold to some billionaire who wants a wife but doesn’t want to do the work of finding someone willing, but I hate it. I hate it so fucking much that I am constantly finding ways to hurt myself to make myself less desirable.
I get up from the floor and drop my head. I know better than to look him in the eyes. “Can I do anything else for you, Master?” I ask softly. I just want to go back to my room so I can be alonefor a minute. Henry owns this hotel and a string of others. He mostly stays here because most of the girls he sells cycle through here.
“Go back to your room,” he says. “Oh, make sure you are presentable for dinner. You are having a public dinner with your buyer tonight.”
I look up at him, and he is leaning back in his chair, watching me. “B-Buyer?” I ask.
“Mhmm,” he muses. “Congratulations on the engagement, Ms. Slade. He paid over six million for your cunt, so do not disappoint him. You’ll have eyes on you at all times. Understood?”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper as tears burn my eyes. Henry waves me off, and I rush out of the room, desperate to be alone.
