Garrett hesitated. “I’m sorry, Azrael, she is the Blessed One. I can’t take her away from the Leaders, not until you marry her.”
I gave him no emotion. I half-expected that, which is why I pushed for a quicker date. “Fine. Thank you for your business,” I nodded and turned for the door.
“You won’t get away with this, Thorin,” Thomas snarled after me.
I smiled as I opened the door, not sparing him even a glance back. “Looks like I already have.”
I headed for the Back Hall door again, Thomas following after me, already crying ‘woe is me’ to the people still lingering. Whatever he had to say, I didn’t care to know. The little sinner was mine. No morelashings, no more bruises around her wrists, and when we signed that certificate, solidifying our union, no one would ever lay a hand on her again.
She truly would be mine to use and abuse any way I wanted, and I couldn’t help the way my cock throbbed at the idea. Perhaps I wouldn’t be able to take advantage right away, but once she learned how to fight back, how to say no, I would take what was mine, refusing to accept her newfound ability.
You see, I was selfish. Much more than my brothers before me. I suppose I had father dearest to thank for that. When I wanted something, I took it, doing whatever was necessary to make it mine, even if that meant bloodshed. It was one of the many things we learned in that asylum. Even if she decided she wanted to run away from me after I gave her her new lease on life, she wouldn’t get far. There was nowhere in this world of mine she could run where I wouldn’t find her. She was mine.
Mine.
Mine.
They wanted me to save her, to savesomeone. Didn’t they know? I was only a transporter from one Hell to another.
My phone started ringing the second I crossed the threshold. When I pulled it out, I saw a rose flash across my screen.
“Hello, wild rose,” I answered, the smell of vomit causing my stomach to churn. “One moment,” I said before she could say a word.
I leaned out the Back Hall door. “If someone doesn’t clean up this vomit then I will dump it onto the stage so all of you can see what your semen looks like swirled together with stomach acid. You have thirty seconds.”
I didn’t wait for them to respond before I headed for the changing room. “What do you need?” I made a note to get rid of this phone the second I could.
“How will you do it?” she asked, a familiar lilt in her voice.
“Painfully,” I answered, gagging a little. “Did you need something?”
“The address.”
“Rose,” I sang.
She was quiet a moment. “You speak to them as if they respect you.”
“Whether it be respect or fear, I don’t know. They might fear the power I have working my way up the ranks so quickly. They probably wonder how I did it.”
“How did you do it?”
“Secrets, rose,” I hummed, opening the door, only to slow when I saw her standing behind the chair, her eyes locked on something across the room.
My eyes quickly tracked hers before she looked down. There was a picture of a hummingbird on the far wall, midflight.
Hmm.
I turned back to her, taking her in. The dress she picked was lovely. Made of a light material, it fell around her body in soft waves, clinging only to her waist before it fell freely to mid-thigh.
She had tied the ribbon around her breasts, cupping them perfectly into the fabric. Of course, this dress was meant to be worn without a bra, so she hadn’t even put on the strapless one meant for her other outfits. Her sleeves fell off her shoulders, the material bunching slightly around her perky round tits, and around her plump, round ass.
Despite what they had done to her, stressing her into starving, putting her body through an immense amount of strain her entire life, she had grown into quite a beautiful young woman.She was nowhere near stick thin, she had beautiful curves, but she wasn’t quite as thick as the daffodil either.
I suppose I had never noticed before. Why would I? Up until now, she had been far too young for my taste.
“Don’t you have to share it with Poppy?”
I watched her for another moment before heading for the picture of the hummingbird, my steps slow. “Red is new to the congregation. She has to abide by the rules they lay out for newcomers. Which means that she’s not allowed to even be on the premises after the final prayer. If they ask her about something she isn’t supposed to know and suddenly she knows it, they’ll start asking questions which will either put her in a situation much like the ones you and the daffodil were in, or it will lead to me getting killed.”
