My head twitched to one side before righting itself, my eyes locked on that door without blinking. This was needed. It was needed to move on, to progress, togrow. It was needed to sharpen me. Atestfrom their fake god.
I had passed every test. I always passed my tests, and I would not fail this one. She was nothing more than asource. A cache of information. An unformed weapon waiting to be put in the fire. A woman I had watched for years, uncaring of her future until when? When did things shift? When did the story change?
I didn’tlikewhen the story changed.
“Tick tock tick tock tick to—”
I released a low laugh, slowly pulling the deer head from the cane itself, hearing the slide of my blade against its sheath. It was just the Leaders in that room. Just the Leaders and dear,precious,little Thomas. Every single room was soundproofed, and it would take me no time at all to replace the camera feed. Perhaps I would make it look like a murder suicide. It was completely believable with how…attachedThomas had grown to the girl. He could lose it. He couldsnap. He could kill everyone in that room and take himself with them before I stepped in and ‘saved the day’ by saving the precious Chosen One.
“Tick tock tick tock tick—”
The door opened and I immediately snapped the blade back into place, but it wasn’t Thomas who walked in first, per his usual habits, it was Scarlett, and she didn’t walk in, she stumbled.
Despite a lifetime of training, a lifetime ofmy instincts, my feet moved of their own accord, stepping forward and catching her just as she collapsed.
She fell against me, but didn’t catch herself, her training not failing her.
I tightened my grip around her so she wouldn’t slip and looked down at the top of her head before looking up at Thomas who stood in the doorway with a smug look in his eyes. “I’m going to miss that mouth of hers. Don’t worry, she’s already puked in the other room, she should be empty now. Pity. It’d be nice knowing she was still filled with all of us while she had her session with you.”
I felt my lip twitch and immediately shuffled her to one side so that I could reach over and slam the door shut.
I dropped my cane to the floor and leaned back, one hand wrapping around her arm, the other reaching for her face.
I tipped her chin up, her eyes closed, tears streaming down her cum-covered bright red cheeks.
Impossibly red.
I turned her face to either side, finding the outlines of fingers on each one.
I laughed, the darkness within me ebbing and flowing, crawling up my bones, wrapping around my mind.Iwas the only one who could touch her like that.Me.
“Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.”
I carefully swung her up in my arms and carried her to the chair, setting her down in the extra-large basin I had gotten for her to replace the one we had used last time.
It was the worst I had ever seen her. Bright red marks, bruises,handprints, everywhere there was open skin, and there was a lot of open skin. Thomas had put her in a leather bralette and a leather skirt, her thong higher than the hem of the skirt. Everywhere it touched her skin, it had rubbed her raw.
Her hair was a tangled nest of rats and cum. I knew she had been wearing ponytails, but I couldn’t see them. It would take quite some time getting it all out.
Her lips were swollen and bright red, cum covering her face, along with the tears and trails of vomit.
The sinister fog within me slithered over my bones, squeezing my lungs.“How dare they do this to my property,”the voice sang.“They talk about their god’s vengeance, his wrath, how fearful they were of it. They had yet to know true fear.”
“Never again,” I promised her, stepping up behind her. “Let the anger rage within you, let the storm brew,” I hummed as I began the process of cleaning her up. “Let the raging sea stir and awaken. We’re going to make them pay for this, we’ll make this world anew. Tick tock tick tock tick tock.”
38
Scarlett
March 19th, 2023
Ididn’t want to marry him.
It’s all I could think about.
I wanted him to be obsessed with me, haunted by me, so terribly, I spentyearstrying to get his attention, never considering that this would happen. That there was even a possibility that he could be my betrothed, and now?
Now all I could think about was what would change after the ceremony. He claimed his lust was different, but I felt a different kind of lust today. The lust of rage, of hatred. All Azrael felt was rage. I saw it every time I looked into his eyes.
