My brows lifted. Interesting offer. One I hadn’t considered. It could bring advantages. More time to break their hold on her so I could get the information I needed that had long since been locked away in that mind of hers.
Azrael
I’ll consider it. For now, just
the 2m
I would need to put some thought into it. If I could crack her in the six months, then I didn’t care where she ended up. My job would be done.
But this church had done a deep number on her pretty little soul. She lacked trust, faith, any bodily autonomy of her own. Perhaps it would take longer than I predicted to get the answers I so desired. Whatever the case, I would keep that information in my pocket. Even God’s Blessed One had a price.
23
Scarlett
February 12th, 2023
“Before we release today, we have a special announcement,” Pastor Masters declared. “For those of you who are not Pillars or Leaders in this church, you may leave.”
I was tired. Mr. Bastrom and Mr. Alascer had come to my house last night. They liked me so much, they couldn’t help themselves, they had said.
Thomas’ friends had come over too, the day before last, and some of the sons of the Leaders of this church had also made some visits. His friends really liked taking me at the same time.
My lips hurt from being stretched so wide, my jaw felt bruised and swollen. My kneesreallyhurt. I hadn’t slept in two days, and all I could taste was them.
The salt, the slime. I hated it.
I was so tired.
I blinked heavily as Pastor Masters said something else, and then suddenly, I was moving, or my body was. I felt as if I were floating. As if I were no longer connected to my own body.
I just wanted to sleep.
I walked up the steps to the stage and joined two pairs of shoes other than Thomas’. One was Pastor Masters, and the other was Azrael’s.
I blinked heavily, my eyes having a hard time opening back up.
“Look how lovely,” Pastor Masters crooned, his finger sliding under my chin only to lift it up.
I didn’t mind. It gave me a better excuse to keep my eyes closed.
“Beautiful specimen, created by God himself, just for this church. We all remember the day she was born, hmm?” he went on, letting my head fall back. “So young, so willing. We all loved her, some more than others.”
Love. It was another thing I hated.Love.A lie. A curse.
“We’ve all gotten a taste of what she had to offer until she became the prized possession of the Leaders. Thomas has been kind enough to let us have her whenever we’d like. Give it up for the generosity of my precious boy.”
Claps erupted across the church as if it were some kind of ceremony. As if me being watched and jerked off too was something worth celebrating.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, finally releasing my chin. “In just a few months’ time,” he went on when the clapping died off, “they will be married off, and then things will shift around here in a way we might mourn, but as you all know now, we changed one of the rules regarding her. While most Favorites would be off-limits during the six months leading up to their marriage, we have made the decision to allow someone else to pick her as their Favorite. Thomas has been so kind to us, and now he is giving to us again. For the first time since her mother blessed us with the betrothal, she will have another owner. Mr. Thorin.”
I felt as if I was going to collapse.
“She will be his Favorite.”
So he could have his way with me too. Fine. I could do more. I could swallow more. I could suck more. It wasn’t that hard. I was used to it now.
Grumbles mixed with claps filled the area. Many weren’t happy, and I could understand why. They all wanted me. Mymouth. My body. They wanted me all to themselves. How could they be happy when someone else had gotten me?
