“No, we scrubbed her down and shaved her head when she was a kid to make sure. It’s a genetic defect father took as a blessing. It’ll make for some good-looking kids though, huh?”
They what? I couldn’t remember that.
His shoes turned back to me. “Sure will.” He chuckled. “The Masters church is lucky to get such a Favorite. I even heard she likes cock too.”
“She’s not bad. She does this thing with her tongue,” Thomas chuckled. “A natural.”
His friend let out a whistle as my stomach twisted. “Does her pussy match her hair?”
“Her pussy is just the dark brown. It’s only the hair on her head that has the white.” Thomas shifted on his feet. “Where are your Favorites?”
“Huh, interesting.” He inhaled deeply and exhaled. “Wyatt and I left ours at home, didn’t want to bring them to an event where they could be taken.”
My heart thudded. What did that mean?
“Cam’s is in the restroom with his sister, and Vic lost his. He’s currently looking to get a replacement.”
Another male laughed. “I couldn’t help myself. I had to fuck her. My dad got rid of her the next day. Probably sent her down the road. You up for maybe letting me borrow yours? I heard the sons in your church are just itching at a turn.”
“They’ll get one after we’re married.” Thomas paused as the door opened. “You got two, Cam?”
He chuckled. “Twins. The more wives, the more children,” he confirmed. “I’m taking advantage of the Good Book. What about you? Thinking of getting another?”
“Yeah, I doubt she’ll be any good when she’s returned to me. Gonna breed her first, and then who knows.”
My stomach twisted again, the prickle flooding over my skin. No. I didn’t like Thomas, but I didn’t want to share. I certainly didn’t want anyone to share our house. Someone who might not be as compliant. Someone who might get me in trouble because she couldn’t follow the rules.
The first male finally sighed, his shoes turning back to me. He shifted on his feet. “Well, we got a bit, and I know you’re not sharing with the sons at your church, and I can understand why, but mind if we have a ride?” he asked under a hushed breath. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a good blow.”
“No.”I didn’t want to do this. They were younger than Mr. Bastrom and Mr. Alascer, yes, but I had heard stories about the sons of the Leaders. They were all like Thomas, some of them worse. I couldn’t handle that. Where would I change? Where would I clean up?
The seconds ticked by like hours. “Fine,” Thomas finally said, my mind splitting from my body, “but don’t ruin her clothes or her hair. I didn’t bring anything for her to change into. Don’t talk about it, the last thing I need is Edgar’s kid finding out about it, let alone L.J. He’s obsessed with the idea of her. I’ll be back. There were some people I wanted to speak to privately anyway.”
But there were no cameras here. There was no anything. These men could do what they wanted and so long as there was no evidence, Thomas would never know.
I watched Thomas’ shoes head back for the door, and my feet remained planted.
I heard the door shut and the first male stepped up to me. “On your knees, Chosen One,” he ordered me.
My mouth was already starting to salivate as my mind began to drift.
My body fell to its knees and my mind fell down a rabbit hole.
It fell.
And fell.
And fell.
Until I was no longer in my body but a room, and across that room was Azrael.
“Tick tock goes the clock, and all the souls will drown,”he hummed.“In the blood they will be bathed, and the devil will be crowned.”He smiled, holding that cane in front of him, center to his body, both hands folded over the head of it that I had yet to see, his legs spread slightly, an aura of black pulsing around him.
“Tick tock,”he sang.
“Tick tock,”I mimicked cheerfully.
His smile widened as if he had heard me in my silence. As if he knew. As if he held some secret that would shatter this world and send it straight to Hell, and he was willing to share it all with m—
