Rayven
It’s not him, it’snot him, it’s not him.
I repeated those words to myself, over and over. They were the only anchor I had to remind myself that the horrifying rape unfolding before me wasn’t being committed by Belial.
One last, pathetic little “please” left me before I clammed up. Trying to appeal to any sense of mercy wasn’t doing good, not with this demon. He didn’t have a merciful bone in his body. Besides, I was pretty sure begging him to stop only encouraged him.
The monster was getting off on my and Catherine’s pain.
I hated that this was what I’d asked for. I’d practically begged him not to let Mammon eat me.
It’s not like I could have known this was what he would do.
I never expectedthis.
How fucked was it that I almost wished I was back in the cauldron, boiling among the vegetables?
That wouldn’t have saved Catherine’s soul, though. Belphegor would still have her. He’d still be doing this to her even if I wasn’t here.
When I opened my eyes again, Belial’s wolfish gaze clamped on me, watching my reaction as he fucked the soul beneath him.
My head pounded with panic, and my pulse roared in my ears. I couldn’t move or think or breathe as he dipped lower, eyes still locked with mine as he pressed his mouth to Catherine’s.
I opened my mouth, this time a scream ripping out, the noise unrecognizable. “You’re a fucking monster!” My brain had short-circuited, and they were the only words I could manage.
“And we know how you feel about monster cock,” Belial said, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Don’t worry. Your living cunt is next. Now, be a good girl and watch as I fuck her cunt and fill it with as much demon cum as she can handle.”
The minutes crawled by, the never-ending repetition of flesh slapping against flesh dragging on for what felt like forever. Belphegor’s disgusting grunts and groans drowned out Catherine’s broken sobs, and his dirty talk in Belial’s voice had me sick to my stomach.
My heart was breaking, and there was nothing I could do to escape the agony.
I was in my own personal hell.
If I closed my eyes, Belphegor only moaned and groaned louder, making it impossible to tune out what was happening. I couldn’t even fucking disassociate long, because he’d call my name in Belial’s voice, ripping me from whatever whisper of a daydream I’d been trying to cling to.
I was helpless. Hopeless. I felt more alone than ever.
And I couldn’t even bring myself to miss Belial, what with Belphegor doing his damndest to completely decimate the positive feelings I’d managed to build for the Lord of Limbo after his betrayal.
“Look at me, mortal,” Belial’s voice purred. The sound wriggled beneath my skin and burned through me like acid. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to obey a single order from Belphegor, but his next words flipped a switch inside me. “Please, look at me, little human.”
My body reacted to the soft plea without my permission, and I opened my eyes to see Belial’s face tense with his climax. His brows furrowed, his mouth dropping into a familiar O as a stuttered moan escaped them. My knees gave out, pain lancing my wrists like a hot knife where the manacles held me up.
“Fuck you!” I screamed.
It’s not him, it’s not him, it’s not him.
I reminded myself again as tears spilled down my cheeks, but the words no longer brought me any comfort. After watching him fuck Catherine’s soul for so long and hearing his voice over and over, it felt too real. The agony, the jealousy, the despair. They were all real.
When he pulled out of her, Catherine didn’t move, her eyes swollen shut from crying, her body scratched and bruised from his abuse.
Finally, I thought with an exhale of relief.It’s over.
He’d probably do it again, maybe more than once, but at least for now, the worst was over.
“Now, get the fuck away from her,” I growled.
With an evil smirk, Belphegor moved to undo her wrists, shoving her off the bed in a swift motion once she was free. His antler charms swayed and clinked together, a sound I’d come to love. Now, it just made me want to shrink in on myself.
