“I’m not interested in museums,” Azrael answered dryly. He went to turn around—
“This isn’t one you’ve ever been to before,” the Judge pushed, forcing Azrael to stop. “It’s new. The Grand Opening is on Tuesday, and the son of your old Pastor helped me perfect it. In fact, he’s the one that came up with the idea.”
The nonprofit? Was a museum a nonprofit?
Azrael must have been interested though because he had stopped. He was quiet, the space between us charged with thought. “Fine.” He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Judge Ruiz. “Send me the details, I’ll get it done.”
He took the card. “Thank you, I look forward to seeing you soon.”
With that, we bid our farewells, and Azrael and I headed back out the doors.
“You see, little sinner,” he began once we were both in the car, “sometimes, all you must do is wait. The sheep can’t help themselves when the food is placed in front of them. More often than not, the ignorant will feel obligated to say something. It’s the cancer of this society and it will be their downfall.” He looked over. “You did good today, Scar.”
A zing went through me, my skin buzzing at his approval.
“Now, let’s get you home so we can rinse your skin of theirholyair.”
47
Azrael
April 2nd, 2023
Her whimpers were music to my ears.
I could see the exhaustion in her expression, but the need in her eyes overpowered everything else.
She coveted my touch as much as I coveted her cunt wrapped around my cock.
She was obsessed.
The moment we arrived at the house, I tied her up to the ‘X’, the chains pulling on her wrists, her fingers slowly turning blue.
I had taken off every bandage she had on her—except for the bandages on her back—revealing the cuts, bruises, and burns across her body to the air. The upside-down cross was nearly healed, as well as the cuts and bites I had left on her the first night I had claimed her.
The bruises were taking longer to heal and the burns on the palms of her hands and her back still looked angry and red, but doctor Manson and I were taking care of them well. Even so, it would take them 8 to 10 weeks to heal, and while I wouldn’t ease in my taking, it was imperative that those heal as soon as possible.
On the palm of her right hand was a heart and on her left was the Leviathan Cross. Alaric’s idea.
Before the founder of modern Satanism adopted it as his own, the symbol had been used in alchemy to represent sulfur, a substance associated with the human soul.
After he had adopted it, it became a representation of a satanist’s belief in human autonomy and self-determination. The infinity symbol emphasizes the limitless nature of the human experience, rejecting any notion of a higher deity to worship.
While I agreed with most of what it stood for, I also believed that in Scarlett’s case, I did want her worshiping someone. I wanted her to worship me.
On her back, the symbol was far larger than the ones on her palms.
Claimed.
In my handwriting, permanently scarred along her spine. Just in case anyone got any ideas. Which is precisely why I had put a tracking device into her thigh that very first night. Sometimes my family thought that certain people needed saving from me. I couldn’t let them get away with doing something as silly as taking her. Especially now that Red knew where I lived.
A tracking device, and scars announcing to the world—mine and hers—who owns her. If someone were to be stupid enough to take her, the next person they would see would be whatever deity they put their faith in.
Tears dripped down her cheeks, her lips moving around the tie I had wrapped around her head, drool already soaking it. Putting any gag in her mouth that pinned her tongue or caused her mind to drift back to those days in the Back Hall was prohibited, so I had to get creative. My ties worked for all kinds of things. Gagging was just one of them.
She tried to pull herself up, trying to relieve the pressure on her ankles, but it did no use. The restraints had no give.
I stepped forward, watching her hooded eyes track the movement. I could still feel her delicate touch across my fingers every time someone came up to speak to us. Gentle, warm, soft. So much different than every other touch in the past.
