But while I wanted that rule to be my own, I liked seeing the way she couldn’t control herself. The way her body shook with excitement at the same things mine did. Perhaps it was the exhaustion causing her well-trained body to betray her, or perhaps nobody had ever suggested to her the things that truly made her dead heart scream.
“Move if you have to move, little sinner. You’re allowed to pull your own strings in this room.” I was curious to see what drove her. What made her shift. What was her favorite part of the game? What scratched that itch in her head she didn’t know she had?
She went still. Very still. Impossibly still. A kind of still that could only be beat and groomed into a child long before they reached the age of 19.
I allowed it. I allowed her to think through it, to process this information. Years of training wouldn’t break in a day, but years of her feeling my eyes on her might aide in the fracture too.
I always clocked the way she relaxed when she felt my eyes on her. I wasn’t sure why. Most cringed, turned away, left the room to escape my presence. The three women my brothers had claimed proved that to be true time and time again, but not her.
That’s how I knew she could help me in my endeavors. Whatever our cracked shells were made of, hers and mine were the same.
Finally, she flexed her right hand a little and then her left. She moved her body ever so slightly from side to side before settling back on the floor, spreading her legs a little wider as her muscles forced themselves to relax for probably the first time in years.
Suddenly, a yawn cracked through her, forcing her jaw open wide, her eyes squeezing shut, her nose crinkling ever so slightly.
Her hands stiffened as she fought the urge to move too much.
I studied her face as she settled back into place, running her perfect pink tongue over her lips before stilling again.
I suppose she was the prettiest creature I had seen in quite some time. I knew she could survive a session with me, perhaps two, but I wanted her to look me in the eyes if I ever decided it was worth my trouble to put her through that, and right now, short of stitching her eyes open, she wouldn’t dare lift them to me.
Since my true mission started just before I left the asylum, fucking hadn’t been a priority. I had only taken what my body needed between the day I left and the day I walked through the front doors of the auction building. After that? Nothing. Mymind had needed to focus solely on my mission, but…she truly was a pretty little sinning doll, wasn’t she?
Tick tock tick tock, our time was nearly up.
I had spent too much time studying her throughout the questions, but we were learning together.
I had a few more I wanted to ask before I left today. “How many of the Leaders have visited you outside of this building these last few days?” I knew it was them. They were cruel and had minds more corrupt than mine, but they were also very stupid about who they allowed into their inner circle. I knew they had planned to go; I just didn’t know which ones actually had.
She tapped her finger twice, her shoulders tensing.
“Garrett Masters?”
Nothing.
“Kels?”
Nothing.
“Young or Edgar?”
Still nothing.
My hand tightened around my cane. I thought as much. “And Thomas’ little friends, how many?”
Three times she tapped her finger.
He had five friends outside of this church and was friendly enough with some within it. “How many outside of this church?”
Another three taps.
“Any friends from within the church?”
Her delicate throat bobbed, and she tapped her finger 18 times.
That one would be harder to solve. They had never gotten a piece of her before, so their cocks were new. I believed she was smart enough to register the different scents on each male, but I also knew there were not 18 sons among the Leaders here. That was just how often they used her before today.
My chest tightened with memories I shoved down before they reached my mind. “Don’t worry, little sinner, the Lost Boys’ blood will be used for the roses near the shutters,” I stated coldly. “Perhaps for the shingles too.” The whole world would drown in the blood of anyone affiliated with this church in any way. It wasmyonly purpose.
