his mouth is on it.
Sucking.
Lapping.
Groaning as if he’s tasting something sacred.
“So sweet,” he whispers. “Like ruin and obedience.”
I’m too stunned to speak.
Too soaked to think.
“She’s dripping,” the one between my legs says. “Bleed a little more, baby. Make our altar complete.”
The blade moves again—down now.
Tracing the edge of my thigh. Then between.
He slices my inner thigh. A shallow cut. Enough to sting. Enough to mark.
I cry out—and it turns him feral.
His tongue is on it instantly, licking the blood while his other hand plunges two fingers inside me again.
Faster this time.
Rougher.
The other clamps the vibrator against my clit and presses a second blade to my throat.
Not enough to break skin.
Just enough to promise it.
“One more time,” they whisper together.
“Say the rhyme.”
“I can’t?—”
The blade presses deeper.
The fingers thrust harder.
“Say it.”
My voice shakes. Tears fall.
“Incy… wincy… spider…”
The one between my legs groans.
“Good girl. Now scream for your gods.”
The blade stays at my throat.
A heartbeat away from ecstasy. A breath from oblivion.
