My head lolls backward, my eyes barely focusing as I stare out at the audience.
They’re getting off on my fucking destruction. Every last one of them. Their masked faces are turned toward me, their hands working furiously beneath their clothes. There’s no humanity in their hollow eyes.
And Adrian is there, among them now, his dark eyes locked on mine as he strokes his cock. He doesn’t look detached anymore. He looks hungry.
My body is on the brink of release, desperate for that final push. But it doesn’t come. The pleasure stays just out of reach, torturously close but impossible to grasp.
“Give yourself to me completely,” the entity whispers, its cold tendrils wrapping around my mind.
I try to resist, but there’s nothing left. No fight. No strength. Just this aching, desperate need.
So I do it.
I fucking let go.
As the entity surges inside me, an icy burn spreads across my face, the mask fusing with my skin in a grotesque union. The pain mingles with the pleasure, creating a sensation so intense it threatens to shatter my very being.
My dick explodes, thick ropes of cum splattering across the entity’s shadowy hands and my heaving chest. But this isn’t a normal orgasm—it’s relentless, unending. Each pulse sends shockwaves through my body, my muscles spasming beyond my control.
“Please. It’s too much.”
But it keeps going, even as my body shakes violently. Even as I sob. It just keeps pulling me further and further into its cold, dark embrace.
And then, everything goes still.
The hands slip away, the cold tendrils retreat, and I’m left hanging there, suspended in the air, empty.
Hollow.
Drained.
There’s nothing left of me.
“You are mine now. Forever.”
Chapter 14
The manor is quiet tonight, that eerie, oppressive silence that feels more like a held breath than peace. The air is thick, heavy with anticipation, like it always is before a new one arrives. I feel it in my bones—no, deeper than that. In my fucking soul, if I even have one left.
I press myself deeper into the shadows, back glued to the damp stone wall. The mask is still fused to my face—I don’t remember the last time I felt my skin without it, don’t remember what my reflection even looks like.
Does it matter?
No.
From the corner of the grand entrance hall, my eyes follow Adrian as he opens the front door, welcoming the new guest. He’s in his element—dark suit tailored to perfection, that cold, effortless charm radiating from him like an aura. The kind that sucks you in before you even know you’re fucked.
His every movement is graceful and calculated. From the way he leans toward people with that perfect, calculated smile to his touch that barely grazes their skin, yet is just enough to make their breath hitch, to make them want more.
The new one is no different. Some blond guy with a delicate frame. Has to be in his early twenties. Probably younger, though he’s tried to make himself look older with too much eyeliner and a cocky grin that trembles at the edges.
He’s pretending.
They always are.
Until they’re not.
The guy’s wearing a leather jacket that’s too big for him and jeans that cling to his slim legs. His shoulders are tense, his wide blue eyes darting around like he knows he shouldn’t be here, but also like he’s looking for something.
