My head feels wobbly and my eyes heavy. They’re going to take me, all of them, and hurt me. The worst part is, whatever they gave me will wipe my memory clean.
I have to act fast.
The man behind me kisses the back of my neck. I push him back with both palms and nearly fall from my seat.
He steps back and chuckles. “You want to go, sweetheart, you can go.” He gestures for me to walk a now clear path to the back of the establishment near the pool table. An exit sign blurs and splits into two as I slide my bottom off the seat and stagger toward it. Hands graze various parts of my body as I pass them, and my legs grow tired, heavy, and weak. I can’t walk in a straight line, and my body slowly melts to the floor.
Multiple hands grab me and throw me onto the pool table, knocking the balls in all directions. The blurry faces of numerous people surround me.
A lighter flicks nearby, and a distorted flame lights up the face of the man who appears to be in charge, right before he puffs on something white between his lips, and the smell of marijuana floats into my nostrils. “When you’re finished with her, take her outside and drop her in the creek along the back of the property.”
I try and flail my arms and legs, but they barely leave the felt of the pool table, the drugs leaving me vulnerable and defenseless.
When he tries to take another puff from the joint, he realizes it’s gone out.
I chuckle, the loudest I could chuckle, as my body grows heavier and heavier and my eyes fight to stay open. “He’s going to kill you all,” I murmur.
“What did you say, sweetheart?” The man in charge leans over me, a smile becoming clear on his face.
I shake my head, trying to force it to focus and stay conscious. “He’s going to kill you.”
The man tosses his head back, laughing at the ceiling. The others join in, laughing as the sound of unbuckling metal rings in my ears. Fuck they’re not even going to wait until I pass out.
“Who?” The man asks as he lights his joint, the flame rising high in front of his face, casting it in orange light.
“Mastyx.”
The moment the word leaves my lips, the man’s face turns pale as if he knows the name. The room heats up around me, and shades of orange block his face from view. My head falls to the side, and my eyes drift closed, the drugs pulling me under as blood-curdling screams slowly fade into the void.
Chapter Twenty
Flesh Suit
Something moves in and out of my pussy, and I force my eyes open. Confusion and a cloudy mind make it hard for me to comprehend what’s currently happening to me. My legs tighten involuntarily around a man’s head between my legs, and my body trembles as he consumes every inch of me.
The stars above me twinkle, and for a moment, I wonder if I’m dreaming, my body betraying me and loving the feeling of a stranger’s tongue.
I lift my arms, trying to reach for his hair to pull his head back, but they are too weak and heavy.
“Please…” I murmur. My head throbs at the temples, and my eyes drift open and closed. “Stop.”
The memory of what happened after I set foot inside the biker bar is lost somewhere inside my mind. I focus hard, but all I can visualize are glimpses of the before, and even those are filled with holes and missing time.
A plane flies overhead, and I follow it with my eyes. It disappears behind a wispy cloud, and I blink several times.
The man’s head lifts from between my legs, and I freeze, petrified as a long tongue traces up my abdomen, stopping at my neck. When he peers into my eyes, a faint flame drifts inside his pupils.
It’s Mastyx.
He’s a full-on man. And not just any man. He’s one of the bikers from inside the bar. Not the one who gave the orders, but one of the last people I saw removing his belt before I passed out.At least he picked a relatively attractive guy, I think to myself.
“I did this for you, Little Sinner.” My body shifts upward, the ground digging into my spine as he feeds his massive cock inside me and pumps it in and out slowly.
I accept him inside me willingly, the realization that I’m not dead and that he once again came to my rescue, arousing me despite my drug-induced confusion. “I don’t understand,” I moan as the rhythm picks up.
“Your gift to me, the souls, they’ve given me something a human could never comprehend.” He growls and thrusts hard into me, making me cry out.
I was right. The sacrifices of so many souls have resulted in my reward—a fully human Mastyx.
