Russian Roulette: Family secrets [2021 version]

Ch. 56: Just admiring the view, Little One

For a brief moment, just as she woke up, Mackenzie thought everything was alright. The bed was warm, and her body was exhaustedly tired like after a long night with Gareth. Her privates felt glowing and sore.

Then it came rushing back.

All of it.

Like always, she had zoned out when they used her. It was sickening for her to admit, but she was used to it. Her body and mind knew how to detach themselves from what happened, and they did so in reflex. For that, she was thankful. At least she could trick herself into believing she stayed faithful to Gareth.

She had hoped she would never go through that again. Deep down, she had not believed it fully. Though she had believed in Gareth and the guys, her belief would never settle in her until Gareth confirmed to her that King was dead.

The only thing she was happy about was that Alyssa got spared from experiencing the humiliation and pain. She was too good of a person to have her soul broken by the horrors of King and his men. It had been worth it to go with them willingly, to not drag her into their violent perversions. Alyssa and Cracker deserved to not be pawns in whatever sins she paid for.

It had felt different, though.

Something had been off.

They just used her sexually. Had not hit her or grabbed her, just like King had demanded. He had seemed almost happy and caring after, which had scared her more than if he had whipped and raped her, and branded her with his cigar.

The change in his routine unnerved Mackenzie.

He had praised her in his usual derogatory way and treated her like some little pet. Patting her head and telling her she had done well.

Like she had had a choice!

Iri had smugly smiled when he got ordered to take her to her room. She had dreaded that the abuse would have continued there. He had gotten a taste of more freedom to do what he liked, and she was afraid King had granted him permission to use her more.

Back at being handled like a sack of potatoes, she had gotten carried from the dungeon of hell to a building and up some stairs to a room.

It was an agreeable room.

Not like the crappy cells King previously had held her in during some of her other 'visits'. A reasonably sized bed with clean linen. Nice soft carpeting, expensive and comfortable furniture, and large windows with a view of nothing worth mentioning, but they would provide daylight when it came.

It had made Mackenzie uneasy about why King awarded her such luxury. King had mentioned something about a party and her getting pampered. Might be difficult to have her well-rested and look good if she had spent the night shivering on a concrete floor somewhere.

What did she know?

Iri had stripped her of the t-shirt, locked a collar around her neck, and attached it to a chain bolted to the wall. The chain was long enough for her to use the bathroom, go to bed, and sit on the couch or in the chair.

It was not long enough to reach the door.

He had left her without even locking the door. The collar and chain kept her in the room, and should she get loose, she had noticed guards at every turn on their way there.

A blue silk kimono had laid waiting for her on the bed. Mackenzie had taken it and gone to the bathroom to shower and clean herself of the filth she felt all over her. And in her. Even the damned rose-scented products had been a relief.

After her shower, she had gone to bed.

Exhausted.

Depressed.