“Open your eyes and look at me, Little Sinner, or I’ll do it for you.”
I open my eyes, but stay crouched, keeping them focused on the floor, panting heavily, my pulse throbbing hard in my neck.My lips tremble, and tears stream like rain down my face as I slowly turn to look at him.
My eyes widen in horror. His flaming skull is nothing compared to the rest of him. His chest, like that of a bull, hairy, broad and swole, rises and falls with heaving breaths of fury. My eyes drift to his massive cock covered in ridges, black ooze dripping from its tip. I sit up quickly, pressing my back against my bedroom door. The top of his flaming head blackens my bedroom ceiling as he stands fully. His tail whips around from his back, wraps around my throat and lifts me to my feet. I dig my nails into the coarse, hair-covered appendage, gasping for air.
“Now, I will take you my way, Little Sinner.”
My face smacks against the floor, splitting my lip wide open, and the taste of metallic liquid fills my palate. I barely have time to take a breath when his full body weight comes crashing down on my spine, flattening me to the floor. Radiating pain travels through my hips, his clawed hands gripping them tight as he hoists my ass up in the air and enters me violently from behind.
I cry out with every vicious pound, his visceral desire audible, as he bleats, groans and grumbles. The more I try and pull away from him, the deeper the sharp ridges covering his cock, dig into my walls. A puddle grows beneath me, my eyes spilling endless tears of pain and sadness that this is now my life—the life I chose when I signed that contract in blood to save myself.
Boiling lava fills my insides, and Mastyx howls, his rhythm slowing to a painful stop. I drop to the floor, his claws releasing me.
If I could curl into a ball, I would, but the pain inside me is unbearable, and every muscle I have pulsates with an ache I’ve never felt before. Everything feels weakened, defeated.
I want to die. I should have died.
I shouldn’t have taken the deal.
Chapter Fifteen
Oblivious
It takes several minutes for me to realize that I’m alone. Mastyx left me there, lying on the floor, broken.
Defeated.
I push my arms straight, slide my knees beneath me and stagger to a stand. My entire body feels as though it’s been run over by a steamroller, and hot soup is dripping on my floor from between my legs. In that moment, I realize that all evidence of Mastyx being there, besides what’s currently vacating my body, is gone. There is no char mark on my ceiling, no melted carpet on my floor.
Everything appears normal. I turn to face my mirror and to my surprise, the damage to my body is minimal. There is a little ring of redness around my neck, but it’s not burned, and except for a few blistering handprints around my breasts and midsection, the rest of me is intact.
He listened. Despite everything and how badly he hurt me after I insulted him, he did what I asked. He left no marks that couldn’t be hidden with clothes. I gather some pajamas and shuffle to the bathroom. Taking a shower sounds painful, so I plug the tub, crank the water to hot, and sprinkle in a cup of Epsom salts. I swirl my hand beneath the water, watchingthe crystals slowly dissipate before sinking my screaming body inside. Tears escape my closed eyes, and I whimper softly.
???
A loud pounding startles me awake. The chilled water drifts just under my nose, my face nearly submerged.
“Tessa?”
It’s my mom. I glance at the knob, thanking God I remembered to lock it. “Yeah.” I frantically stand, grab my towel, and dry myself quickly before stuffing my feet into pajama pants and a t-shirt, my adrenaline pumping.
“Did you fall asleep in there?”
“Only for a sec. I’ll be right out.” I turn my head side to side in the medicine cabinet mirror. Most of the redness around my neck is gone, and there are no visible signs of skin damage.
When I unlock and open the bathroom door, my mom is standing there waiting for me. “You, okay?”
I nod. “I woke up and couldn’t fall back to sleep, so I figured I’d take a bath.”
She brushes a wet lock behind my ear. “Okay. Well, get some rest.” Her eyes drift to the floor near the door. “And clean up whatever you spilled there. I slipped in it when I came in.”
Bile rises in my throat when I peer down at her bare feet. I fight the urge to gag outwardly as she walks away, closing the door behind her.
Mastyx’s cum shines on the floor, swiped in an arched pattern, compliments of my mom’s sole. My mouth waters, and I rush to the toilet, slamming the lid open before hurling inside. Fucking gross.
The water and vomit rush into the pipes as I flush and let the lid drop. My eyes water, and I wipe them and my mouth on the towel I left on the floor before pulling myself to a shaky stand.My reflection gazes back at me in the mirror above the sink, and I barely recognize the person staring back at me.
Fuck. I’ll need to sleep for days to get rid of the luggage I’m carrying beneath my orbs. I splash some cold water on my face, brush my teeth, gargle too much mouthwash, and crawl under the covers.
