“I don’t fucking care. You never fucking leave a comrad behind. No matter the cost. We wouldn’t even be having this conversation if it was my platoon on Earth and this was the Army,” I shout in anger.
“This isn’t Earth, and this is the entirety of Hell you are talking about facing down. You don’t just blindly rush in, we need to plan out a proper rescue mission,” Michael replies, coolly.
“While we’re just sitting here talking about what we should or shouldn’t do, they are being tortured and killed. All of you are nothing but cowards that don’t give a shit about anything except yourselves,” I snap, slamming my fist on the table, cracking it.
Then I turn and throw the chair across the room before storming out.
Chapter 13
Coming to, everything is dark, musty and sweltering. I realize that I’m looking at the ground with my hands bound. Something keeps bumping into my hip. I begin to look around. It quickly becomes clear that I’m being carried over someone’s shoulder.
Struggling to free myself, there’s a sharp nudge followed by, “Cut that shit out.” Wait? I know that voice. Abone chilling shiver runs through my entire body. I’m instantly filled with dread. I remember what happened.
“What do you want with me, Rathor?” I shout.
Shit! I am so so fucked.
“Let me out, I need to tear him apart,””Serafine orders, snapping her teeth.
“I’m surprised that you remember me, we’re going to continue where we left off,” he replies.
“We have all sorts of games planned for you,” Lilith joyously interjects, licking her lips.
Games?More like sadistic torture to me.
As we move closer to our destination faint screams can be heard from the black abyss down the hall, and they are growing louder. It becomes deafening as we stop in front of a doorway, through which I see angels being tortured, cut into, and their flesh being flayed off.
Their majestic wings are being ripped from their backs and some of them are having their souls devoured. The demons relish in their pain, bathing in their blood and slowly devouring the pieces of flesh they cut and tear off.
The entire time they’re being berated with questions about Heaven, trying to gain any information they can before savagely killing them.
“That’s just a small taste of what we have planned for you,” Lilith whispers to me with lustful excitement in her voice.
Please tell me she’s not getting off on this.I think I might be sick.
Rathor and Lilith continue down the hall, until we reach a door and Lilith opens it. In the center of the room is a giant X shaped wooden structure. Throwing me off his shoulder tothe floor, Rathor walks over to the structure and loosens all four metal cuffs, and it looks like there is something on them.
With his back turned I shift as Lilith steps over to me and grabs at my legs. “Looks like we got a fighter here,” she says and laughs.
I continue to kick her. “Keep your filthy fucking hands off of me, Lilith,” I bark, then lunge at her throat.
Jumping back just in time, she waves her finger at me, tsking. “Ah-ah-ah. We’re going to have fun with you.” She laughs again, and licks her lips, biting the bottom one. Bile rises up my throat and I swallow down the bitter taste.
Rathor walks back over, grabs me by my neck, and lifts me off the ground. As he squeezes it becomes harder to breathe. I feel Lilith running her hands up my legs, trying to remove my tattered pants.
I continue to fight, but the moment I struggle Rathor takes his right hand and punches me extremely hard in the stomach, which forces me to shift back.
I almost pass out as she removes the pants and cuts my top off with her dagger, leaving me in only a bra and underwear. Rathor turns still holding me off the ground and slams me against the wood.
He holds me there while Lilith clasps the two cuffs at my feet. She then slowly stands, running her dagger up my leg. The scratching, stinging sensation floods my skin as she lightly draws blood.
Running her dagger all the way up to my hip, she cuts my bonds and cuffs my hands to the beams, leaving me in the X position. The cuffs are cold and wet with blood and strange symbols on them. The blood begins to run down my arms as the symbols glow a faint red.
Lilith flaps her wings and seems to hover just above me. She runs her tongue from my elbow to my wrist, enjoying my blood like an aphrodisiac.
“I can taste your fear and nothing is sweeter, those sigils are to prevent you from shifting,” she hums with a lustful moan.
Nothing could have ever prepared me for what they were about to do to me.
