Tears sting my eyes when I turn to see Inga and Bodil enter the square wearing sheer gowns. The flames highlight their naked flesh beneath. This is nothing but a human sacrifice, but the sacrifice is Skarth.
They undress him, ensuring they do not block my view.
Once Skarth is disrobed, they wash him, paying tender care to his face and chest. He stands rigid, but moves his cheek when Inga tries to kiss him.
“Enough,” I whisper, a tear trickling down my cheek. “Have I not conceded? What more does he want?”
Sigrith watches on with no emotion as her two friends molest her brother.
Bodil removes her gown and presses her breasts into Skarth’s face. When he attempts to turn, Bodil presses her lips to his. Inga drops to her knees and begins pleasuring Skarth with her hand. When she lowers her head and takes him into her mouth, vomit rises, and I run to the corner of the room and am sick.
Sigrith turns her lip, disgusted. She wrestles with me before dragging me back over to watch the finale. “Is he worth the heartache? Your beloved is getting his prick suckled whilst you cry. You are weak. What happened to the princess I once knew? Your love has made you feeble.”
“Go to hell,” I curse, her words wounding me deeply.
Inga is now bent over, arse poised in front of Skarth. Bodil grips Skarth by the waist so Inga can back up onto him and begins riding his cock. He is still tied and unable to move, but Inga is the one doing all the work as she bounces back and forth on his manhood.
Bodil stands in front of Inga, who slows down her movements so Inga can eat Bodil’s sex. Inga still gyrates on Skarth’s cock as Bodil reaches around and rims Inga’s behind, giving Skarth quite the view.
Skarth turns his cheek, but the fact that his cock is hard and inside another woman has me wishing to rip out his eyes. Yes, this is a forced act, but he is still aroused enough to fuck Inga.
I have been raped and humiliated. I understand that sometimes, our bodies respond in ways we do not want. But seeing this has just killed my last shred of hope.
“Any warm body will do,” Sigrith says, standing beside me and watching as Inga and Bodil swap positions.
Bodil now is the one who slides up and down Skarth’s cock. Inga stands by and watches as she pleasures herself.
This is pure debauchery.
Bodil’s movements become wild and fast, and I know what is about to occur. It’s a man’s natural response. I understand it’s biology, but I still feel betrayed. I still wish to cut off Skarth’s head and disembowel both Inga and Bodil and play with their innards and bathe in their blood.
I turn my cheek, but Sigrith grips it, forcing me to watch. She appears hypnotized, whilst I want to burn this entire kingdom to the ground.
She forces me to watch Skarth’s people rape him, only for him to spill his seed inside Bodil. Such an oxymoron, but alas, it is true.
Once Bodil is done, she slides off Skarth and runs a finger down his chest. His chin droops to his chest, Shame dancing off his skin.
They leave him naked and bound, a reminder that we are at the mercy of those who were once friends.
Sigrith leaves, pleased that her point has been proven as she locks the door behind her.
A point has been proven indeed. And that is, I will never surrender. Yes, the odds are not in my favor, but I would rather die fighting than do nothing at all.
Inga and Bodil will pay dearly for what they did.
I clench my fist around the hairpin I slyly unfastened from Sigrith’s hair when she wrestled me. A rookie move on her behalf.
Aethelbald believed forcing me to watch Skarth being molested would break me. But all it’s done is fuel the fire that lay dormant for a little while. Now, however, it has possessed a rage that will not end until I kill every person who has wronged us. Who am I kidding? Surrender has never been in my nature, for I am Queen motherfucking Emeline.
Godspeed.
Thirteen
Skarth the Godless
She looks like the queen she was born to be, sitting on her throne, poised and regal, when I know inside, she is tearing at her flesh.
She has every right to disown me as her partner and sacrifice me to the wolves.
