Chapter 4

The atmosphere in the slave quarters was thick with fear and despair. The slaves, huddled in their corners, were accustomed to the harsh conditions and brutal treatment, but nothing could prepare them for the terror that was about to unfold.

Annihilator strode into the quarters. The slaves cowered, their terror palpable as the beast scanned the room. Its sudden appearance caused a ripple of panic, and many tried to make themselves as small as possible, hoping to avoid its wrath.

Without warning, Annihilator lunged at a young boy. The boy didn't even have time to scream before his head was ripped from his body. Blood sprayed across the room, and the wolf drank deeply, savoring its kill. The sight was too much for some of the slaves, who fainted at the gruesome spectacle. The cloud-covered moon and the onset of heavy rain added to the macabre scene.

Annihilator howled into the stormy night, its call echoing through the quarters and instilling even more fear in the hearts of the slaves. Satisfied, the beast turned and walked back to its chambers, leaving behind a scene of horror and despair. Once inside, it shifted back to human form. . He entered the bathroom to wash off the blood and grime, his mind already turning to his next desire.

Freshly cleaned, he called Mikhail on his phone. "Get me a slave for the night. I need April Lopez."

Soon, April was dragged into his chambers, her eyes wide with terror. She had heard the stories of the monstrous wolf, but seeing the aftermath—the bloodied remains of the boy—made her knees weak with fear. The image was seared into her mind, and she trembled as she stood before her captor.

Vlad, now fully clothed and exuding an air of cold authority, looked at her with a mixture of disdain and desire. "Strip," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.

April hesitated, her mind racing. "Please, I don't understand," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darkened with impatience. "I said, undress" he repeated, his tone more menacing. When she still didn't move, he walked to a nearby cabinet and retrieved a long, leather whip.

Her eyes widened in horror as he unfurled the whip. "I won't ask again," he said coldly.

April's hands shook as she fumbled with her clothes, her mind screaming in fear and humiliation. She had barely removed her shirt when the first crack of the whip struck her back. She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice a low growl.

April fell to her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Please, no," she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Position yourself," he ordered. "Doggy style."

April didn't understand what he meant, her confusion adding to her terror. She tried to comply, but her fear made her movements slow and hesitant. Frustrated, he lashed out with the whip again, the leather biting into her  skin with a sickening crack.

She cried out again, her body collapsing in pain. He grabbed her roughly, forcing her into the position he wanted. "You will learn to obey," he hissed, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction.

The night was a blur of pain and degradation. He tortured her relentlessly, each strike of the whip burning into her flesh, each act of violation breaking her spirit further.

"You wasted my time!, You deserve to die!" He barked and slapped her cheek with his d**k

"Ahh!" She gasped painfully, her dried pale lips stinging.

Her cheek swelled up immediately, hurting so much as Vlad touched her with his fingertips.

Electric currents passed through her body immediately, and her life started shaking.

"Aaarggg!!!!!" She screamed so loud, trembling as he kept pressing on it.

She shed tears, and he only released her after three minutes..

" Suck it now" he ordered, pointing at his dick.

The cold flew off already, so she took the d**k into her mouth and started sucking vigorously despite the pains flowing through her bloodstream.

She was sucking like her life depended on it, and the cap hit her throat at each thrust, her warm mouth made it sweeter.

"Urrgg!" Vlad grunted huskily, grabbing her hair roughly as he started getting the pleasure he wanted.

April took him to the next level when she deep-throat it, making the tip get stuck in her throat.

"F**k!" He groaned in pleasure, holding her hair tighter as his fluid shot directly into her throat.

She swallowed it immediately. The first one she swallowed.

He removed his d**k and she stood, then she stripped herself of her skirt and b**bs cover, she walked to the bed easily.

Immediately she lay on the bed, Vlad came straight on top and buried himself inside her in the hardest thrust ever.

"Noo!!!!!" She screamed, her whole body vibrating painfully.

Immediately he thrusted, blood gushed out immediately , and he started f**king her torturously.

"No please!!, No!!"

"Arrggghhhhhh!!!!" 

Each thrust made her p*ssy widen, and each bang made her intestines intertwine.

It's as if tons of chilli pepper was poured down there, and blood started escaping her nose.

She was dying, but all he even loves it that way, all he cares about it the pleasure he's getting, like as if she deserves every ounce of pain she's getting.

Vlad was ready to make her bleed till death, cos at the twentieth thrust, she started bleeding heavily from the vagina, and her stomach started aching hellishly.

Her body heated up, and the d**k started feeling like mallet inside her. She was in hell already.

"Have pity!!!"

"AHHHHH!!!!"

Screams on screams, but Vlad only hardened his bones, making sure her blood wasted in the right amount.

 April's cries eventually faded into whimpers, and then silence as she mercifully passed out from the pain and exhaustion.

When he was finished, he called Luciano. "Take her back to the slave quarters," he ordered, his voice cold and indifferent.

Luciano entered, his face expressionless as he looked at April's broken form. He picked her up and carried her back to her room in the slave quarters, unceremoniously dumping her on the thin mattress.

The other slaves watched in silent horror, their fear deepening at the sight of April's battered body. She lay there, unconscious, her breathing shallow and ragged. The rain continued to pour outside, the sound a haunting backdrop to the suffering within the quarters.

April's mind drifted in and out of consciousness, the pain and humiliation etched into her soul. She was no longer the innocent village girl; she had been broken, her spirit crushed by the brutality of her captors. But deep within her, a small spark of defiance remained, a tiny ember of hope that refused to be extinguished has dead with no light ahead.