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of me needed to compare them, to show me how Cyrus was less than the man who'd called me his. I used my hands to guide the cold, hard dick into my mouth and went to my pretend world. Made Cyrus some guy I'd met. I'd do my best to get him off with my mouth so I could send him away. The chemistry just wasn't there.
    "No hands." Cyrus latched on to the back of my head and shoved his dick in deep enough to make me gag. "Just take it, bitch."
    The way he fucked my mouth felt like he was punishing me. His pelvis slammed against my face; his dick lodged in my throat. But as I did my best to relax around him, to focus on breathing and not throwing up, I noticed he didn't look at me at all. His eyes were on Vince.
    "She's good with instructions." Cyrus rammed in hard, his breaths speeding up even as he forced more of himself into my mouth. "And not a whiner. I like that. Maybe you're right. Maybe she is worth keeping."
    With one last brutal thrust, Cyrus spurted his cum in my throat. He released me and tucked himself away, emotionless and efficient, like what had happened was as routine as taking a piss.
    "I want her back in her own room by morning. Lacy will join her . . . perhaps she can teach her a few things." He strode up to Vince and latched on to his nape. "But in the end, I won't treat her any different than the others. If Alrik picks one of the others—
    who are doing a better job teaching him, mind you—then she goes to the arena." Cyrus pressed his lips to Vince's, kissing him, like a death kiss you'd see in a mafia movie . . .
    only with something more behind it. "You may join her if you'd like."
    "Don't." Vince's eyes pressed shut as Cyrus stroked his chest. He sounded just like I had that first time . . . .
    "Don't?" Cyrus laughed and flicked the flap of Vince's still open pants with his finger. "Do you know how weak you sound, boy? Do you remember what we do to the weak?"
    "Yes."
    The word sounded lodged in Vince's throat. Like he remembered but didn't want to. But he didn't stop Cyrus from slipping his hand into his pants, down his hip, and around the back.
    "But—"
    "I've found other's to replace you, Vince, others who I don't respect enough to see as equals." He did something that made Vince grunt and grind his teeth. "But that may change."
    I held my breath and watched them, knowing I couldn't stop Cyrus, realizing Vince was just as much a victim as I was. If Cyrus went any further, I would try to stop him. I couldn't help but try.
    Thankfully, it didn't come to that. Cyrus withdrew his hand and nodded as though Vince had said something he approved of.
    "Good. I'm glad we agree." And then Cyrus turned away from us both and walked out.
    Vince slumped against the desk and let out a sound—a broken sound like a strong animal caught in the jaws of a steel trap, ready to chew off its own leg just to escape. My insides clenched and bled for him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and whispered platitudes that meant nothing. "It's going to be okay" and "Don't let him get to you." Things you'd say to children being bullied at school even though you knew every cruel word held a razor's edge and cut into them, making them feel worthless and weak.
    And Cyrus wasn't just a bully. He'd abused Vince somehow. No. Not somehow.
    It didn't take much imagination to figure it out. To figure out what Vince was trying to spare Alrik. What I must spare him.
    "Get off me." Vince pushed me away and straightened. "We have one night left before you go back where you belong. Let's not waste it."

Chapter Seven
    Vince brought me to his bed, threw me down, and then ripped my clothes off as though they offended him. Flipping me over, he pushed me face down on the mattress.
    "I am not weak." He spread my ass cheeks and pushed his thumbs against my anus like he would shove them both inside. "You are. You are mine, and I can use you however I like because you don't have the strength to stop me."
    His thumb pressed against me hurt, but I did my