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Chapter 27: The New Era Begins

Chapter 27: The New Era Begins

Dmitri’s roar echoed through the reinforced chamber like thunder trapped in steel. The message on the wall stared back at him in red, mocking letters that seemed to drip with fresh blood. Elena was gone. Anya was somewhere in this facility, and the Syndicate had just declared their endgame.

He pulled against the chains with every ounce of strength her blood had given him. The metal groaned but held. For now.

Valeria’s voice came through the speaker, calm and triumphant. "You are too late, Thorn. The final phase has already started. Your precious Blood Orchid is helping us create something that will change the world."

Dmitri’s silver eyes burned. "If you touch her, I will make your entire organization bleed."

Valeria laughed softly. "We are counting on your anger. It makes the data more interesting."

Anya woke up in a different room, her wrists still chained but the restraints slightly looser. The space was almost luxurious a large bed, soft lighting, and a small table with food and water. But the glass wall on one side showed an observation area where scientists watched her every move.

Elena was not there.

A wave of nausea hit her as the virus stirred again. She forced herself to sit up, breathing through the pain. Her body still remembered Dmitri’s touch from their last stolen moment, the way he had filled her completely, claiming her even in captivity.

The door opened. Valeria entered with two guards.

"You are adapting faster than expected," Valeria said, checking a tablet. "The virus is learning from you. Interesting."

Anya glared at her. "Where is Dmitri?"

Valeria smiled. "Close enough to hear your screams if we decide to make you sing."

She nodded to the guards. They unlocked Anya’s wrists but kept guns trained on her.

"We need more samples. And this time, we want them under... stimulated conditions."

Anya’s stomach turned, but she kept her face neutral. "You will not break me."

Valeria’s eyes gleamed. "We do not need to break you. We only need to use you."

They took her to a private medical suite. The guards left, but cameras watched from every corner. Valeria injected her with something that made her body heat up, her skin sensitive, her pussy aching with unwanted need.

"This will help with the data collection," Valeria explained. "Your blood reacts more powerfully when you are aroused."

Anya clenched her jaw. "You are sick."

Valeria left her alone with a small device on the table a vibrator. "Use it. Or we will use something less pleasant."

Anya refused at first, but the chemical in her system made her body burn. After an hour of fighting it, she gave in, sliding the device between her thighs and turning it on.

She thought of Dmitri as she moved it against her clit, imagining his thick cock stretching her, his hands gripping her hips, his voice growling that she was his.

Her moans filled the room as she came hard, her pussy clenching around the toy. The cameras recorded everything.

Valeria’s voice returned through a speaker. "Good girl. That was very helpful."

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Dmitri was brought to an observation room. Through the glass, he saw Anya in the medical suite, flushed and breathing heavily after her forced orgasm. His blood boiled.

Valeria stood beside him. "She is quite responsive. Her body craves stimulation even under the virus. We are learning so much."

Dmitri’s chains rattled as he pulled against them. "I will kill you for this."

Valeria smiled. "Perhaps. But first, watch."

They forced another round on Anya. This time they brought in a machine with a thick dildo attachment. Anya fought at first, but the chemicals made her weak with need. She eventually gave in, riding the machine while thinking of Dmitri, moaning his name as she came again and again.

Dmitri watched in silent fury, his own cock hard despite the situation. The sight of Anya’s pleasure, even forced, reminded him of what they had.

When they finally brought her to him in a private room, he pulled her into his arms immediately.

"I am so sorry," he whispered, kissing her deeply.

Anya clung to him. "It was not my choice. But I thought of you the whole time."

Their kiss turned hungry. Dmitri lifted her onto the bed and spread her thighs. He ate her pussy with desperate hunger, licking and sucking until she came on his tongue, washing away the memory of the machine.

Then he slid into her, fucking her slow and deep, looking into her eyes.

"You are mine," he growled. "No machine, no experiment, no one else will ever have you."

Anya wrapped her legs around him. "I am yours. Only yours."

They made love with intense passion, their bodies reconnecting after the separation. Dmitri filled her completely, whispering promises of revenge and a future together.

When the guards came to separate them, they had a new plan forming.

The Syndicate thought they controlled everything.

They were wrong.