THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 30

After Roman's disappearance, the colonel brought us back to base from the meet-up area.

After discovering the trick the Russians pulled, my father is beyond enraged. He's angry of being outsmarted by the Russians but more  furious about the guns he lost than my capture.

I took the brunt of it when I was put under interrogation and I did not reveal anything useful to them.

I can tell he knows that I'm hiding something but thankfully, he bought my lie. It helps that I'm crying the whole time and Connor kept urging the colonel to let him handle the situation.

During my time with the twins, they trained me for this exact situation.

They taught me to lie convincingly.

To stare straight ahead, instead of darting my eyes everywhere. To keep my hands to my laps, instead of wringing them.

So when my father grounded me with questions after questions, I came prepared.

I stick with the story.

They kidnapped me. I was blindfolded the entire time and was kept to a basement. I didn't see a thing. I don't know a thing.

Although what really happens is far from that. In fact, during the weeks I stayed with the twins, my pussy can't even take a rest with them sharing me or taking turns with my hole.

There isn't a day where my womb is not leaking with their cum. Not a morning where I woke up without a mouth eating me out.

My pussy clenched at the reminder of the rough pounding I got just before they returned me.

Uncomfortably, I shifted on my seat. Feeling a drop of cum escape my pussy lips and into my panties.

Those two are fucking savages but God, I miss them already.

In that cabin, we've gotten close. The thought of not seeing them again had me looking down in despair.

"You sure you saw nothing?" the colonel repeated the question, jolting me from my thoughts.

I shook my head, staring down at the floor to look like I'm ashamed.

From the crease on my father's brow, he is frustrated and disappointed with me. He had been his whole life when it comes to me so it doesn't come as a surprise.

I jumped when he suddenly landed a fist on the table.

The dim light of the bulb above us highlighting the shadows on his face that grew darker with every second of my interrogation that's getting them nowhere. The face that resembles mine but harsher. Devoid of any trace of gentleness. 

Inhumane. Soulless. 

Behind him, stands Connor with his sandy, brown hair and features that is nowhere close to my father. 

Like the loyal dog he is, he just stood by and watches.

Obeys.

Like he always does.

"My guns are gone, Mira. So you better admit the truth. Did they return my daughter or a ridden whore who keeps lying for them?" he growls.

The colonel is a composed man but there is nothing in this base that could make his lose his cool more than his own daughter.

Me.

His accusations made me flinch but the lies are out of my mouth in an instant.

" They beat me up, Pa. For days" I replied.