They’d seen my cock disappear into tight, willing holes—wet mouths, hungry cunts, the sweet, trembling grip of a woman’s ass while I pulled her hair.
And when I came?
They’d seen that too.
And the Fox made them his Eyes. Excellent move, Father, but you’ll still die.
I flicked the lighter and the flame soared higher this time.
Arata and Itsuki.
The Eyes were brothers. Recruited from Osaka many, many years ago. Trained by Reo himself. Given positions of trust and access that most soldiers would kill for.
And they had sold it all to my father for what? Money? Power? The promise of something better?
It doesn't matter anymore.
I smiled at Itsuki. "You will share all information or. . .”
The door opened
Seven figures stumbled through, shoved forward by Scales who held them at gunpoint.
The reaction was immediate.
Arata and Itsuki—my defiant Eyes who had glared at me with such hatred moments ago—transformed into something unrecognizable.
Their faces crumpled. Their bodies began to thrash against the chains, violent and desperate, metal biting into wrists that were already raw.
"No!" Arata’s words tore from his throat. "NO! NOT THEM! PLEASE!"
Because walking through that door were an elderly couple. Their parents. The father shuffled forward with the help of a cane, his weathered face confused and terrified. The mother clutched her husband's arm, her grey hair disheveled, still wearing a nightgown beneath a hastily thrown coat.
They had been pulled from their beds in the island’s villas.
In the middle of the night.
And brought here.
You spy on me, and when war begins. . .you bring your beloved to my island giving me full access of the people you love. Not so smart, serpents.
Itsuki was sobbing now—great, heaving sobs that shook his entire body. "Mama! Papa! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
But the parade of broken hearts wasn't finished.
Sako made a sound I had never heard from him before. A keen one. Animal and raw. He tried to fall to his knees, his body folding in on itself, but the chains yanked him back up. His arms stretched above him at an agonizing angle as he fought against the restraints.
"Father," he gasped. "Yumi. No. No, no, no."
His elderly father stood frozen in the doorway, leaning heavily on a younger man who had his arm wrapped protectively around a pregnant woman.
Sako's sister. Her husband and Sako’s father.
Her hands cradled her swollen belly, her face pale with terror. Her husband tried to shield her from the sight of her brother hanging in chains with blood on the walls.
And finally.
Mami.
