Instead, I shove the gun in her mouth.

Her arms spring up, pushing against me. I grasp her shoulder and pin her to the chair one-handed. She claws at me, but her slaps and scratches are like kisses on my arms. I shove the barrel deeper. She screams and the revolver catches the sound and gargles it. I pump, but only slightly. The way I would if it was my cock between her teeth.

“Good,” Eli says behind me, his voice thick as honey.

“The bitch needs to calm down or she’ll choke for real,” Doc says. “Show her, Adri.”

I release the girl’s shoulder and clasp her neck. It’s so slender, it’s like gripping a swan. “Stop screaming and suck.”

She moans around the barrel. I tighten the fingers at her throat. “You want me to make it my dick?”

“Nnnghh!”

Doc laughs. “Bad luck, big guy.”

I ignore him and look right into the girl’s eyes. “You wanna lose your virginity to a pistol?”

“Nnnngggghh.”

I bend to her ear. “You’ll get the barrel first. But keep fussing and I’ll try for the handle.”

A small gasp and the pressure on the gun slackens. Her head bobs back and forth, drawing on the barrel with loud, sloppy pulls. She has no idea what she’s doing, but at least she’s doing it. I look at Eli. “You ready?”

“I am,” he says, amused. “Good work.”

“Yeah, not bad,” Doc says. “Don’t worry, Tesorina. You can’t actually suck-start a gun.”

The girl makes a garbled sound. I glance at Basher. He looks slightly sick, but he can’t take his eyes off her. Whatever he’s feeling, he’ll be beating off about it later.

I thrust the gun deeper into her throat, and she swallows obediently. Looking across, I see Doc palming his cock through his jeans. He grins. “I’ll jack off if you do.”

“Wait your turn.” Eli steps in front of the camera. “Good evening, Parker.”

The amusement goes out of the room like a blown bulb. I twist the gun in the girl’s mouth and she slurps like a porn star. I hope Parker sees it. Hope it burns like battery acid.

“As you can see, we have your fiancée.” Morelli runs a section of the girl’s hair through his fingers. “You’ve kept January Whitehall to yourself since she was a little girl. But she’s ours now.”

Doc laughs, the sound more anticipation than genuine amusement.

Eli drops the strands of hair. “We won’t fuck her, not at first. But we’ll keep you informed of our progress. Little updates, as we help her become a woman.”

I push the gun deeper again. She chokes a little, but she keeps going. She is stronger than I thought she was. “Good,” I tell her. “Good Pryntsesa.”

An icy insect crawls up my neck. I didn’t mean to say that but surely no one heard me. Eli is still talking to Parker; the girl is still sucking and gagging.

“… this is only the beginning,” Eli says to the camera. “If you’re a smart man, you’ll eat your gun. But you’re not a smart man, Parker. So, enjoy the show.”