Or was it simply due to the nature of what stood before us: lust of the highest degree.
Scarlett waved her hand, pulling my attention over. I quickly assessed her right hand, but she wasn’t even flexing it. It was red from the tightness of my grip, but it affected her none, it seemed.
“What is that?”she signed, gesturing down.
I knew exactly where she was pointing.
“Your…”
I straightened, picking my cane back up.“Penis,”I signed back. “Yes,” I answered. I didn’t wear tight pants, but I didn’t need to. I half wondered if this was the first time she had seen it happen. I wasn’t embarrassed, I didn’t feel such an emotion, but I was partially hoping that she wouldn’t bring it up until after I could take her as my own.
“Why does it do that?”she asked, the fear in her eyes almost completely drowned out by the curiosity of what she saw and the lust she felt from seeing and feeling my life blood.
“Lust,” I replied evenly. “Cocks are flaccid normally, but when a man is filled with an overwhelming lust for someone, blood flows straight into it, swelling it, making it grow until it becomes something men will give their life to save.”
Question filled her eyes.
“The male species can’t have an orgasm unless it looks like this.” I searched her eyes, feeling mine become hard and unforgiving, the chill creeping over my skin, that angryneedfor something as revolting as touch filling me.
And she didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained locked on mine, trying to swallow my madness whole. How brave of her. How truly insane.
“We stick it anywhere we can to feel that wet warmth tighten around us,” I told her, my hand instinctively grabbing my cane, tightening around the head of it, imagining how it would feel deep within her. “Mouths, asses, pussies,” I went on, watching her eyes flash with fear before they hardened. “But if we shove it into a pussy without protection, without birth control, thatis how we get little mini versions of us. Monsters,” I sneered, shaking my head.
She straightened then, glancing to my cock and back.“That’s how babies are made? That…stuff?”
“Cum,” I replied, and while this wasn’t a conversation I had been expecting to have today, it still needed to be done with what the church had failed to teach her. “It finds the eggs inside of you, inside of something called an ovary, once they come together, they create a baby.”
I hated kids. I hated sticky fingers and shrilly voices. I hated the way they screamed and fought and I hated the way they manipulated their parents, how much they lied, how absolutely uncontrollable they were. I couldn’tstandthe way their voices grated against my mind. Everything a person was became a parent. That was their identity once they had a kid. They were no longer known by their own name, but by what those creatures called them. They required every single piece of a person, and I was far too obsessive in my own endeavors, too selfish, to ever give a screaming, attitude having, hormonal monster any part of me. Having a child would ruin my life, and I stood by that no matter what the rose had to say about it.
One of Scarlett’s hands suddenly wrapped around her throat, the other sliding over her stomach, something like pain filling her eyes. I couldn’t quite decipher what the emotion was because it was a mix of them all. Pain, rage, fear, sorrow, and still that lust.
She stepped back from me, and I felt my body light with a fire I didn’t quite understand. Everyone stepped away from me. Everyone flinched in fear, but not her. Why now? Did something I say finally open her up to what I truly was? I felt that burning start in the pit of my stomach. It was a reality she would have to accept, just like the rest of them.
But her eyes were glassed over, filling with tears, her gaze falling to my lips, my throat.
“You didn’t swallow children,” I told her, realizing what someone like her must be thinking. “It doesn’t work like that.”
She clutched her shirt a little more, gripping it into a fist, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Without thought, I shoved the antlers around her jaw and forced her head up, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “Use those pretty little words of yours, little sinner.”
She inhaled sharply and pressed her lips into a thin line, removing her hand from around her throat, revealing the marks she had left there.“He took my O.V.A.R.I.E.S,”she spelled out with a shaking hand.
“Tick tock tick tock tick tock,”my mind began to hum, my spine going rigid. I felt my smile grow and I saw the look in her eyes shift when she clocked the shift in me. “Who?” I asked, this voice more familiar than any other.
Her lips tightened, her shoulders shaking ever so slightly as two more tears fell.“I had just turned 11. I remember mother dropping me off at a house. He took me there for weeks. He told me my insides would never hurt again, that my O.V.A.R.I.E.S. were gone forever. Mother picked me back up later and told me I was better now. That I would never have to worry.”
“Tick tock tick tocktick tock tick—”I dug my nails into the cut on my palm, feeling them slice through the tie. “Who, little sinner?” I knew who did it. I knew exactly who had done it, but I needed her to say it. I needed the name to come from her lips.
But she shook her head.“I only remember his eyes.”
I felt a calm wash over me. “Color?”
“C.E.R.U.L.E.A.N. blue,”she answered.“The coldest gaze I ever felt on my skin.”
It shouldn’t have shocked me how she described them, but it did.Thosewere the coldest she had ever felt? How interesting.
I pulled her closer, forcing her head up at an angle. “This changes things,” I hummed. “You did good today, little sinner. Very good. Dry your tears, he did it so they could stick their cocks in you without any repercussions. So if they raped you, it wouldn’t produce any unwanted offspring.” He must have planned for her to go to Absolution. He must have thought the church wouldn’t keep someone with a genetic condition like hers, not realizing they would continue to look upon her as ablessing. “As well as the fact that a genetic condition isn’t on their list of ‘perfect Favorites’.”
