“Pl-please st-stop,” he begs and I stand, leaving the dick protruding from his ass.
Walking to his side, I yank his head back and whisper, “Then answer my fucking questions.”
Then I push the tip of my blade into his flesh, right in between the second and third row of ribs. Screams in alto hit my chest, instantly causing the blood to pump straight to my dick.
I almost forget myself and grip the organ.
Luckily he answers before I do. “He-he-he wants to run and wants to see what could be done to sway the Fraternitas to support his efforts.”
Lev comes over and stands in front of Glen’s snot-covered face before speaking. “See that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now continue, because we all know there’s more to it than that. There’s no way your uncle would sanction this for that drivel of a conversation.”
Turning his head in my direction, in hopes of what I can only imagine is a reprieve. Glen’s eyes leak tears, making the blood mix with the rest of the mess on his face.
“Don’t look to me for absolution. You won’t find it here. Answer the man,” I command.
Realizing there is no solace in this space for him, he hangs his head and finally gives us what we need. “The Senator has some connections with a counter-organization and he was hoping I would join his side. He recognizes that we will never support his bid for the presidency so he’s making moves of his own to ensure he wins.”
Peering around the room I notice Wes’s eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. Wy’s jaw is clenched so tight you can nearly see the outline of his molars, and Lev’s pupils are blown in such shock that you can barely see the brownish-green ring around his pupils. That’s not what we were expecting him to say.
We collectively curse.
This can’t be a coincidence, all of this shit happening during a selection year. First, Ariah and her family move into town. Second, the Council wants us to keep an eye on this Senator, and third, news of another organization trying to potentially encroach on our territory.
I ruminate on whether Wes was right to suspect Ariah’s sudden arrival.
Lev is the first to speak after what feels like a year of silence, “Let’s finish with him before we discuss anything further.”
Subtle dips of our heads confirm our agreement. The guys leave the room, knowing that I will take my time to wrap things up here.
A full set of teeth show as I stand in front of Glen and say, “Now our time together can really begin.”
Echoes of his screams will be the beat that I use to fuck the life out of some poor woman. Not to kill her but she might wish she was dead with the mood that I’m in.
I have thoughts of Ariah on her knees trying to breathe with drool running down the sides of her face as I fuck it sore. I can almost picture the beautiful mess her face would be. Her wild black hair mixing with my cum. Her pouty full lips, swollen from my constant pounding.
If she’s part of what is happening with the Senator it will be my blade fucking her throat.
My dick hardens at that thought, to the point it's almost painful.
A choking cry interrupts my wayward thoughts.
I shake my head, “Apologies, I didn’t mean to not give you my undivided attention. Rest assured you have it now.”
11
ARIAH
“Istill can’t believe you slapped her,” Shay says, laughing.
She’s recounting every detail of what happened in the parking lot with Sam after school, yesterday. We’re making our way down the hall to my locker, before heading to first period.
“I don’t think you truly understand the enormity of what you’ve done. No one stands up to them. Ever.”
Shrugging, I say back, “Well, a hard head makes for a soft ass and that bitch’s head is harder than concrete.”
I know it was truly wishful thinking hoping that everything would be forgotten by this morning. A girl can have a pipe dream every once in a while.
“Ariah, you have no idea how many times I watched the video. I mean the damn thing was made into a gif and a meme. Look!” She puts the phone in my face in time for me to see the scene unfold and sure enough there’s me smacking the banshee.
