The Hunt.

Maria woke up a few hours later, he head absolutely pounding, and her vision was still a little blurry, but no longer from the drugs, just from the headache. She could think more clearly now and had most of the control of her body back. She got up from the bed, limping slightly, feeling weak and tired still. She looked out the window, seeing it was completely dark and she wondered how long she had been asleep.

She crept to the door, hearing talking from downstairs, and could smell some sort of food. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and she wondered if it would be okay if she came out. She knew her and Audrey were as good as dead, but the boys were playing some kind of game with them and she didn't know how long it would go on for. Opening the door the rest of the way, she could see Zacky walking up the stairs in the dark and she immediately pressed her back against the wall to remain from being seen. She heard him open his bedroo door and the moment it was closed, she peered back out and stepped out into the hallway.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, trying to be quieter than a mouse, she peeked her head around the archway, looking into the kitchen. She could see Matt sitting at the table, leaning over a plate that smelled like chicken and broccoli casserole and Maria immediately felt how hungry she was. Biting down on her bottom lip, she took the risk and stepped out into the kitchen, looking more skiddish than a mouse. If Matt so happened to just bark at her, she was ready to turn on her heel and dart straight back up to the bedroom. She stared at him, looking over his pristine white shirt, and the sunglasses that hung from his collar, pulling his shirt down to reveal a bit more of his chest and the large tattoo that covered his skin.

"C-Can I please?" Maria whispered, just looking down at the food. She was so hungry, but so terrified to move at the same time.

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Zacky had helped Matt in the kitchen, and though the casserole took absolutely no time to prepare, it did need to cook for a little while. "I'll let her have the scraps off my plate." He laughed, knowing both of the girls were both strong headed and fighters. The weaker he kept Audrey, the more he had her under his control. Matt and Zacky sat at the kitchen table and ate their plate of food after it had finished cooking, and the moment he was done, Zacky stood up and scooped not even half a spoon back into the bowl. He smirked and said goodnight to Matt as he headed back up the stairs.

He could hear Maria moving around in Matt's bedroom, and he had heard the door creak open, but he was sure she wasn't planning on running. She had seen where that had gotten her friend, and unless she wanted to be raped by the two of them, she would stay inside this house.

Ignoring her and opening his bedroom door, he flicked the lights on and shut the door behind him, clicking the lock into place. "I know you definitely must be starving now." He smiled, he had left her up here by herself for a few good hours.

He looked around, his eyebrows furrowing as he noticed how she had picked up his bedroom, the bed was spotlessly made and she was sitting quietly alone. "What a good girl." He smiled, holding the bowl off casserole out to her. "Maybe you can learn after all." He smirked.

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Matt had decided that it was perfectly acceptable to linger downstairs for a bit longer. That way he could let the food cool and see just how hungry Maria really was. Would she want the stone cold food when he offered it to her? He thought so, she hadn't had anything to eat in nearly a day. Smirking at the thought, Matt pulled a beer out of the fridge, settling down at the islan d. He sipped at it, content to just scroll on his phone until he had finished it. But that seemed like it wasn't going to happen, Maria seemed to have other places for him.

His eyes narrowed as he looked up, his eyes locking on Maria. Matt fixed her with a hard gaze. "C-Can you, please, what?" Matt all but demanded as he raised an eyebrow, tipping the bottle back as he took another sip. He let out a sigh as he moved off of the stool, reaching for a bowl to drop half a scoop of the helper into. Matt smirked as he shoved it into her chest, all but daring her to disagree with him.

"Eat it. Now," Matt barked at her, shaking his head when Maria started to look around, seemingly for where the eating utensils were kept. "Nuhuh. You can eat it like the dog you are," Matt snapped as he moved back to his seat. He looked up, popping the lid off of the fresh beer that he had just grabbed while he was. "Unless you're not that hungry. Then we can just head back upstairs and I can have some dessert," Matt grumbled, his eyes raking over Maria's form. She was timid, afraid of pissing him off. Just the way that he liked them.

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Audrey looked up from her feet, having perched on the edge of the bed. She didn't want to lay down or really even sit too far onto it because she didn't want to wreck the bed. She was afraid that Zacky wasn't even going to bother to bring her any food, despite how absolutely starving she was. Jumping when Zacky started to open the door, Audrey shrank in on herself, refusing to look up from her feet. She gulped, closing her eyes as Zacky surveyed the room.

She looked up, hesitant as she saw the food in Zacky's hands Audrey hesitated for a moment, as if she expected him just to yank the food away from her. She thanked him quietly when she finally had it, curling her shoulders inward as she began to all but shovel the food into her mouth. Audrey was left feeling just slightly less hungry than she had been but still, it was something and the longer that she sat there, the more full she felt. She was almost tempted to ask Zacky if she could have more but she didn't want to press her luck.

"Thank you," Audrey whispered again, clearing her throat as she held the bowl in her hands. She didn't want to set it down and just end up pissing Zacky off. She was afraid that just about anything she'd do would piss him off and that was hte last thing that she wanted. Especially since he was being kind enough to give her some food. Audrey took a deep breathe, slowly looking up toward him. "W-What... what do you want me to do with this?" She asked, her voice small as she looked back down to her lap.

Maria felt her fingernails scrape against the side of the bowl as she listened to him, feeling her stomach knot up as she looked down into the helper. Like a dog? She felt her face start to heat up just at the thought of how humiliating it would be to eat like an animal, especially in front of her captor. She stepped back, feeling the cold from the refrigerator as she backed into it, leaning against it slightly.

She was to hungry not to eat though. Her eyes flickered up from the bowl, towards Matt, before falling back down to the bowl. She also felt to weak and drained to argue with him, to try and fight, so she just slid down into the floor, crossing her legs indian style before raising the bowl to her face and starting to to tilt it a little, so the meat and noodles would fall forward, into her awaiting mouth.

It was just as humiliating as she had thought it would be. She ate until the bowl was empty, and she lowered it into her lap, before quickly wiping her mouth and the tip of her nose off, not wanting him to see her with food all over her face. She didn't want to give him another thing for him to make fun of her for.

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Zacky had leaned against the dresser, watching Audrey's trembling body as she all but scarfed the food down. She ate like a starving animal, as quickly as she could, fearful that it would be snatched away from her. It was entertaining because Zacky knew he was breaking her. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the fork clink against the bowl, followed by silence until Audrey had gathered the nerve to ask him a question.

He stood up straight and just walked over, taking the bowl from her and haphazardly tossing it onto the nightstand. He licked his bottom lip before leaning over the bed, getting uncomfortable close to Audrey as he pulled one knee up on the bed. "How are you so attractive when you're scared?" He teased her, running his hand down her side before pulling his hand up to her chest and forcing her down on her back. He ran his hands over her soft skin, feeling goosebumps pop up the more terrified she became. It was a thrill.

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Matt simply looked at Maria expectantly, knowing full well that she would listen to him eventually. She didn't have a choice, if she wanted to have even a single bite of food, she would eat what he said, how he said to do it. He smirked at her obvious hesitation, tilting his head to the side. "You have five seconds left to decide whether you're hungry enough to do as I say or we're going the fuck back upstairs," he growled, leaning forward into her space. He was daring her to disobey him because if she decided she wasn't hungry enough, Matt would take it as an insult that she was brushing off the food that he had offered her.

Smirking as Maria made her decision, Matt stood watching as she slurped the food from the bowl. Knowing that he had pushed her down enough that she was willing to eat cold food out of a bowl like nothing more than a dog turned Matt on. He let out a small groan, palming himself through his jeans as Maria finished up what she was doing.

He leaned down, ripping the bowl out of Maria's grip. Matt tossed it in the sick to be washed later before he grabbed Maria's bicep and dragged her unceremoniously toward the stairs. "You have until we get into our room to come up with a way to thank me for letting you eat, Maria," Matt said lowly, pulling her up the stairs.

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Audrey flinched as the bowl was ripped out of her gasp, afraid of what was coming. She couldn't be positive but she had an idea. All she wanted to do at the moment was give up. Why had this happened to her? To Maria? Whimpering as Zacky leaned toward her on the bed, Audrey's shoulders pulled together as his hands brushed against her skin. Her breathe caught in the back of her throat as Zacky forced her down onto the mattress.

A shiver ran down her spine as she wrapped her arms around herself, stupidly trying to protect herself from what Zacky was about to do to her. "P-Please... I can't.." she stuttered, letting out a sob as she closed her eyes. His words made her sick, to think that he was turned on by her fear... she was sure Zacky was no where near being done with her. Digging her fingers into the material of her shirt, Audrey whimpered as Zacky moved beside her.

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The moment Matt grabbed her by the top of arm, she felt like throwing up everything she had just eaten. It felt like a rock had just hit the pit of her stomach, she was enveloped in fear. She knew what he meant, he expected something like a blowjob, or something similar as a form of thanks and Maria was terrified of what would happen if she didn't comply.

He yanked her by her arm towards the stairs and basically dragged her up, Maria trying to grab onto the banister to steady herself as he just dragged her along behind him like a rag doll. Maria had heard the bated breath Matt had let out, along with a couple moans while she had eaten, and it still had her stomach twisted. This man was disgusting.

When they got up into Matt's bedroom, he all but threw her towards the bed. Maria fell to the floor as her side hitting the foot of the bed, as she collapsed down on her knees. She watched as Matt walked towards her, palming himself through his jeans. She trembled, feeling tears form in her eyes. Not having any drugs in her system, and now being over the slight concussion he had given her, Maria had nothing to distract her from how bad this all was.

"P-please-" Was all Maria could choke out as he got closer, and she knew pleading wasn't going to do anything help to her situation, but it was all she could manage to get out as a tear escaped and ran down her face.

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Zacky watched Audrey twist and cling onto the fabric of her shirt, as if it was some sort of security blanket that made her feel like like everything was okay, by just a little. He licked his bottom lip and smiled, letting his eyes roam over her body, and he raised his arm up to her head and let his fingers rake through her soft, ginger hair.

"I guess I better give you a tour of your new home." Zacky whispered before abruptly pulling her up by her wrists and flinging her over his shoulder. "After all, you're not going to be stuck in this room for the rest of your life." He teased her, "You'll be doing my laundry, cooking, cleaning... when I can trust you that is." He smirked, "And after all, I'll start to get bored of fucking and torturing you in here. I like the basement for that too." He laughed as he opened his bedroom door and took her down the stairs.

Setting her down in the kitchen, Zacky pressed her up against the fridge, letting his whole body lean on her. "Do you think you'll make a good house bitch?" He asked. "Or are you just going to cause trouble?"

Matt had been expecting Maria to do as he asked of her and come up with something to show she was thankful for being allowed to eat. He wasn't thinking that it would be very good at all but at least, Matt had thought she wouldn't be stupid enough to do nothing because she had to know he would react with anger and still, all Maria seemed to be capable of doing was plead her case on her knees. Rolling his eyes, Matt tugged his pants up just enough so that when he knelt down, he was comfortable.

He reached out, cupping Maria's cheek as he tsk'd under his breathe. "Calm down, darling. Don't cry," Matt whispered, offering a small smile as he shook his head. "There's no need to be upset."

Matt cleared his throat, tilting his head to the side as he studied her features. "I gave you the chance to thank me, in any way that you saw fit but you didn't seem to care at all. You're deciding that it's better to beg for what? I don't know... but now I'm going to have to punish you. Show you that you need to be grateful," he said, shaking his head as a frown formed on his features. He didn't understand why Maria was being so resistant.

"Stand up and lay down on your stomach," Matt demanded once he had stood back up. "Don't make me ask again, Maria. You won't like it if I do."

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A sob bubbled up inside of Audrey's chest as she was flung over Zacky's shoulder. She shook, pulling her arms to her chest as she openly sobbed. She was afraid of Zacky, afraid that he was simply going to kill her and there was nothing that she could do about it. Squeezing her eyes shut, Audrey tried to calm herself down as Zacky carried her down the stairs. She was sure that he was about to hurt her. How, she didn't know, but she was sure that he was. It was all that Zacky ever did to her.

Flinching as she was pinned against the fridge, Audrey nodded frantically. "Please. Please. I'll be good," Audrey tried to reason, her bottom lip wobbling as she tried desperately to keep herself together. "I'll do good! I-I'll clean. I'll cook. Whatever you want. Please don't hurt me," Audrey begged, hanging her head as tears escaped her eyes. Her shoulders shook as she tried to back away from from him but it was useless. "Please!"

Maria felt sick to her stomach as she watched Matt stand up and circle around the bedroom. Her throat felt dry, so dry every breath seemed to burn it, and thinking of what he was going to do to her made more tears coat her cheeks. Trembling, she grabbed onto the bed to help pull herself up and she stood there for a minute. She wasn't able to stand up straight, her legs felt to much like jelly, so she was leaning against the bed, both arms propping her up. She collapsed onto the bed, on her butt, shaking like a leaf.

"I-I can thank you, y-you didn't give me enough time-" She pleaded, "I-I'm sorry, I was just s-scared!" Maria got just a tiny bit louder, hoping he would listen to her. She crawled towards where he stood, on the other side of the bed, and she reached for his belt and tugged at it.

She couldn't escape any pain now. She was completely sober, completely aware. Maria would feel absolutely everything this man would do to her, and remembering how she saw Audrey earlier in the bath was enough to scare her into trying to please Matt.

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Zacky's face twisted in a sneer and he glared down at her, "I'm getting tired of your persistent crying." He whispered in her ear, leaning down close enough to where she could feel his breath on her neck. "Suck it up." He demanded, letting his hands roam up her sides. "Or do I have to make you?"

He grabbed her arm and moved out of the way, so he could slam her against the island in the middle of the kitchen. He didn't even have to look as he pulled a knife out of a drawer next to him and closed the distance between them once more. "Do you know how many women I've stabbed to death on this kitchen floor?" He smiled, gliding his fingers over the sharp blade. "It's my favorite way to do it. And I don't do it fast either, I slowly plunge my knife into their soft skin, twisting it as I pull it out."

Zacky smirked, watching the utter terror grow in Audrey's eyes as all she could do was just cry even harder. "Didn't I ask you to stop that?" He pressed the knife to her chest, applying just a slight amount of pressure. He wasn't going to kill her, just have a bit of fun, and he liked scaring her.

Matt's eyes narrowed when Maria started to crawl across the bed. He had known exactly what was coming. Now that he had pointed out her indiscretions to Maria, she was going to do her best to make up for them. Little did she know that there was no chance of that happening. Now that Matt was this angry with her, she had no choice but to suffer through whatever punishment he decided to inflict on her.

Shoving her hand away from him, Matt smirked as he tugged his belt from the loops, letting his pants loosen around his thighs. Matt tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowed as he pushed Maria back onto the bed. He kept the belt in one hand while he moved over her, pinning Maria to the bed as he slid his hand up her torso. His fingers wrapped around her throat, pinning her in place.

"Did I not just tell you to fuckin' lay on your Goddamned stomach?" Matt growled, slapping her after a moment. He backed away from her, standing and motioning toward her. "Roll over. Now. Or your ass is going to be even worse than it already is, you stupid fuckin' whore!" Matt was all but shouting down, it was quite obvious that he was less than pleased with her.

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Audrey shuddered against the fridge, Zacky's words and breathe a combination enough to send a chill right down her spine. She whimpered as she nodded, sniffling as she tried to calm herself down. It was clear that Zacky hated her tears, her crying, but as hard as she trying to calm down, that went right out the window as he slammed her into the island in the kitchen. Audrey grunted, breathless as she held her stomach, gasping for air.

She hadn't even noticed the knife being pulled from the kitchen drawer until Zacky held it up. Her eyes widened, a sliver of fear running down her spine. Audrey whimpered as she shook her head, trying to back further into the island but there was nowhere for her to go. Hanging her head, Audrey sobbed as she reached up to cover her cheeks. "Please," Audrey begged, wincing as he pressed the knife against her skin. It didn't hurt, yet, but she was sure that pain was coming her way.

"Please. Please. I'm sorry," Audrey begged him, trying to squirm away from the knife as it pressed against her skin. "I-I'll do whatever you want! I swear, Zack. Please," she croaked, reaching for the edge of her shirt. Audrey was praying that if she showed she was willing to do whatever Zacky wanted, maybe he wouldn't hurt her. Clamping her eyes shut, Audrey started to tug her shirt up over her head.

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Maria quickly realized that begging and pleading was not going to work in this scenario. Tears pooled to her eyes and cascaded down her cheeks one by one, slowly. Shakily pulling herself up, Maria rubbed the side of her face that was stinging from his slap as she slowly rolled herself over on her belly.

Laying face down in the sheets, Maria's fingers began to twist at the covers, nervously. Even though she knew it wouldn't help, she still couldn't help but beg for mercy. "P-Please, I-I'm so sorry..." She cried, listening to him shuffle around behind her.

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Zacky smirked at the sight. He had this poor young girl so terrified, that here she was ready to offer body up to him willingly. He watched as her shaking hands tugged at the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up over her head as slowly as she could go. Dropping his hand away with the knife, so she could slide the shirt over her head, Zacky whistled. "That's a start, babe, but I'm not really in the mood...." He smirked, bringing his hand up to cup her left breast, and sliding the cold steel of the blade up her thigh at the same time.

"It's nice to hear you'll do whatever I want, but right now,...." He let go of her tit and let his hand slide down on her waist, moving in a little closer to effectively pin her between him and the fridge, "I'd like to see some blood running down this pretty little frame of yours." He teased, before twisting the tip of the knife into her hip.

Matt was sure that Maria was expecting that he was simply going to fuck her or spank her with his hand but that would come later. He tugged his belt from the loops, folding it in half before he cracked it snapped it just above her. The cracking noise was sure to send fear shooting through Maria and just as he had thought, Maria started to shake even worse.

"Nonono," Matt scolded her, shaking his head. "I don't want to hear you begging. I just want to hear you crying," Matt said before bringing the belt down on her back. He continued, his hits becoming harder the longer this went on. Matt was turned on, between the reddening of Maria's back and her cries, his cock was rock hard and throbbing. It took all of his control not to bend her over the bed and fuck her but all good things only got better with patience.

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Audrey gulped as Zacky whistled. She took it as a sign that she was doing something right but the moment that he began to speak, her heart sank. She realized that she wasn't really winning any brownie points. Audrey had to fight the urge to push his hands away from her body as he groped her. Audrey bit down on her bottom lip hard enough that it broke the skin but all she did was whimper. She stood rigid with her arms at her sides.

Choking back a sob, Audrey reached up to cover her mouth as Zacky dug the knife into her thigh. "Please," she whispered, wincing as she tried to shy away from the knife. There was nowhere for her to go but she couldn't stop herself from trying to pull away from him. "Please. L-Let me.. I don't know. Please. Let me make you happy," Audrey tried to reason with him, shakily setting her hands on Zacky's chest. She began to rub tentatively, just wanting Zacky not to hurt her at this point. She knew there was no avoiding it entirely so she would just take the more preferable option.

Maria shrieked in pain from the first whipping she received. At first she was in shock, incapable of realizing that this was actually happening to her. She had only seen this before in movies and television, she never would've thought she'd be receiving this torture. The time between each snap of his belt felt like an eternity, as if time were slowed to make her dread it even more. Each time he brought the leather down on her back, she could feel a fresh whelp and all she could do was scream and cry and count each time.

After she reached thirteen, Maria couldn't count anymore. All she could do was collapse on the bed and feel the stinging sensation of air caressing her wounds. She could feel the blisters that were forming and the blood trickling down her back and she could only imagine what it looked like. It probably wouldn't even resemble her back anymore, but instead just a red and purple bruised mass of bloody flesh.

She continued to cry, begging him to stop, "P-Please, I-I can't take it anymore-"

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Zacky looked up at Audrey as he slowly pulled the blade from her leg, watching as she tried her damnedest to get him to relax and put the knife away. Her hands caressed his body, rubbing up and down his chest in a soothing manner, and although it was a good attempt, he couldn't help but chuckle at her.

"What a good little pet," He stroked her hair back away from her face, but then tsked in her direction, before waving the knife in her face, "This does make me happy." He smiled, before grabbing her wrist and pulling her over to the counter, and pressing her up against it. He cut through the material of her shirt, and pressed the blade to her soft, milky skin. "This makes me more happy than you could realize." He breathed, pressing the sharp side of the blade softly into her skin, and gliding it down to make a long cut. Watching a line of blood rise to the surface was enough to make Zacky giddy. He picked up the blade and did it again, right next to the first cut, and he did it repeatedly, just making small paper cut sized nicks in her skin.

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It was at the point when Maria had started sobbing and flinching with each slap of the belt that made Matt's heart race. He'd smack it against the air just to see how far gone she really was and she'd flinch and yelp as if he had actually hit her. That had meant he was winning, that made blood rush through his veins and he wanted nothing more than to take Maria and make her his. He let out a groan when he finally decided that he was finished with her, his arm hanging at his side as he palmed himself through his jeans. Stepping forward, Matt undid the button on his jeans.

Pulling his cock free, Matt started to stroke himself as he looked at the crumbled form at his feet. It wasn't more than a few minutes before he let out another deep groan, spurts of cum landing haphazardly over her back. Matt smirked to himself as he looked away from her, "guess you can.. sleep here. Don't imagine you'll want to do too much. I probably wore you out... sorry," Matt said, letting out a laugh as he zipped his jeans back up.

Matt looked down at her, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he disppeared through the door, deciding to leave her where she lay. It wasn't as if she would go too far.

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Audrey was utterly terrified as she continued to try and calm Zacky, her hands shaking despite how calm she was trying to be. She had a feeling that if she freaked out and overreacted - in his eyes - that it would only make the situation worse for her and that was the last thing that she wanted. She sniffled, nodding her head hurriedly when he called her a good pet. If that's what he wanted to call her, Audrey would put up with it if it meant him no longer hurting her.

Stilling as Zacky cut her shirt from her body, Audrey's breathe hitched when he pressed the knife to her skin. Hissing between her teeth when he made the first cut, Audrey let out a broken sob when he made another cut. "Please," she let out a small whimper, reaching a shaking hand up to set it on Zacky's wrist. She didn't try to push him away but she was evidently trying to convince him to stop, her fear only growing. "I'll.. I'll do whatever you want. Please. Zacky. No more!"

The semen hitting her back, mixing with the blood and burning whelps was a whole new kind of pain that Maria had never experienced. She cried into the tangled up sheets on the bed, tears, snot and spit smeared all over her face. She couldn't move, her mind could barely process what was going on and in a last attempt effort to relieve herself of some pain and emotional trauma, her mind just shut down and she blacked out. Maria fully fell limp against the bed, and slept for hours.

When she finally came to, she could see the sky through the window where the dark curtains were slightly parted. The sky was still a deep blue, she figured she hadn't been out for long, it must still be around three or four in the morning... Or maybe she had been out for days. Her back was still burning and tender, but she pulled herself off of the bed, flinching at the way the blankets peeled themselves away from her skin because of how sweaty and bloody she was. She immediately wrapped her arms around herself to give her some sort of comfort as she headed into the bathroom and started a shower. She knew the water was only going to be painful, but she had to clean up. She was terrified he would come back and do it to her all over again.

Stepping into the shower, the warm water rolled over her skin and as it slid down her back, she was surprised that it actually felt relieving. The water seemed to caress and relieve the burning, sore pain she was going through- at least for the time being. She washed off her face and pulled the shower curtain back so she could see herself in the mirror across from the shower. She turned her back to it and looked over her shoulder, immediately fighting back the urge not to throw up. Her back was not recognizable. The best word to describe how it looked was just shredded. Maria felt faint, like her mind just couldn't cope with how her body looked, so she turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping herself up in a robe that had been hanging on the wall. She wrapped a small towel around her head and went back to lay in the bed.

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Zacky's smirk stretched across his face and he nodded, "I know you'll do what I want you to. You'll do that either way."

He pressed the tip of the blade into the top of her right breast, and slid it down until it started to slice through the top of her nipple. He grabbed her hair in his hands and twisted it around his fist before he jerked her away from the wall and forced her to bend over the counter top next to the stove. He held her down and with his free hand he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them, along with his boxers, down to his knees. "You'll do whatever I tell you to do." He smirked, letting his cock grind against her ass as he reached around and placed the knife at her throat.

Between the two, Matt's abuse was more of the physical nature, while Zacky liked to mentally torture more than anything. Matt believed if you broke the body first, you win, Zacky believed you had to break the mind and the body would follow.

He pressed the blade against her throat and groaned as his dick slid between her ass cheeks. He reached down and gave himself a few pumps before slid it against her asshole and then down to her cunt. "Where does the little princess want it, huh?" He smiled. Zacky was already sure that Audrey was aware of the dire situation she found herself in. One wrong move, one little struggle, and their could be an accident. He let the cold blade slide against her skin just a little to make sure she knew she better play it safe.

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Matt was sure that he was on his third fourth by now, relaxing with his feet up on the coffee table and his free arm draped across the back of the couch. He smirked to himself, memories of earlier flooding his mind. As far as he was concerned, Matt had completely broken Maria tonight and that was all that he had wanted. He had broken Maria and now the real fun could begin. He could fuck her and begin to mold her into the perfect little slave, until he decided that he was done with her and disposed of her. It would only be a matter of time until Maria met her demise but until then, Matt would have his fun.

His brows pulled together when he heard the shower turn on upstairs but he decided to shake it, thinking momentarily that it must have been Zacky deciding to take a shower. It wasn't until the shower turned off that a realization hit him and Matt was consumed by anger spiking through him. His eyes narrowed as he pushed to his feet, stumbling toward the stairs. His movements were slow, but he wasn't nearly as off as others would be by their fourth beer in less than an hour.

Throwing open his bedroom door, Matt leaned against the doorway. His eyes scrutinized Maria's form on the bed, having quite clearly just cleaned. He huffed, moving toward the bed. "Who the fuck told you to clean yourself up?" He hissed, already moving to climb above her. "'Cause I know, I sure as hell didn't," he spat, gripping Maria's chin and jerking her around to force her to look up at him.

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Audrey let out a broken sob, quickly reaching up to wipe at her eyes before her tears could begin to cry. She wasn't about to start crying, she had just been told that Zacky was sick of her crying. She stiffened as Zacky held the knife to her breast, her lips parting in a silent cry as blood started to slip down her skin. She gritted her teeth, her hands shaking as she held her breathe. There was a plea on the tip of her tongue but she knew better than to make a noise because if she did... if she did, she knew she would break down and she was sure that was the last thing she needed to do. It would only serve to piss Zacky off and he was already ready to hurt her, making him angry would only make it worse.

She gasped as Zacky bent her over the counter, bracing herself with one hand while taking her other hand and pressing it against the cut on her breast. For some reason, Audrey couldn't help but feel like she was being set up. If she bled all over the counter, surely it would piss Zacky off as well. Gulping, Audrey listened as he spoke, trying her best to remain as calm as she could.

It wasn't until the knife was pressed to her throat that Audrey let out a dry sob, pulling further away from the knife which made her arch further and strain her neck. "P-Please," she croaked, her bloodied palm bracing against the counter now as well. She could feel Zacky's cock teasing her holes but she couldn't seem to care. She knew that it was inevitable but she was more afraid of the knife at her throat. Audrey dragged in a deep breathe, shuddering as the blade slid against her throat. "W-Wherever.. I-I don't..." she sniffled, trying desperately just to think. "M-My pussy. Please. Please," she begged, realizing with just a moment of thought that she certainly didn't want Zacky fucking her ass with a knife to her throat.