Raven screamed into his mouth as she was filled completely.
Enzo rocked into her from behind, sliding Griffin into her further too and his cock pulsated, filling her after just a few beats.
Griffin contained the cruel laughter at Enzo’s shortcomings.
“Just like that, he’s filling your ass, you’re dripping out of both your holes so beautifully,” Oleks praised her. “He’s going to withdraw from you now Raven, and then it’s time to rest.”
The vice which threatened to strangle his cock loosened the most infinitesimal amount andthatwas what sent Griffin over again, long jets of his cum escaping him wild and erratically.
Raven shook above him as she fell fully onto his chest, her muscles giving out, her body convulsing and spasming.
He wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain until the contented moan filled the space and then it turned into long slow breaths, her eyes fluttering shut.
“She’s asleep.” Oleks plucked her off of Griffin, wobbling just a bit under her weight, but Maverick was there to help him. “Let’s get her onto the cushions, she needs sleep. We all do.”
Griffin got up on shaky knees, surprised that Julian lent a hand to stabilize him.
Enzo was standing against a wall staring slack-jawed at Raven. It was clear there were a lot of consuming emotions cycling through him, but Griffin didn’t care. He didn’t like the useless man.
Griffin moved to the cushions, taking up the free space on one side of her, curling his body around her smaller frame.
He knew that when the buzz of the drugs wore off, they would all come crashing down, that they would be irritable, angry, and empty. It was how Oleks had come to him.
Griffin met Julian’s eyes as he settled on the other side of Raven, her body covered in bruises, her energy drained.
And as he fell towards his own exhaustion, his mind flashed back to the first time he had learned of Julian. Of when he had been put to task to get to know the man.
Over Four Years Ago – Violencia
Griffin lulled in and out of consciousness as time spun around him. He had been in this room for a month…two? Three? Six? He wasn’t sure at this point.
Huddled alone in this corner with nothing to hold onto except a pregnant woman’s face who he had never even met. Who might not even be alive. The screech of the steel door to their prison opening didn’t even pull his attention, it was only when boots marched to him that he lifted his head.
“Get up.”
It took longer than he cared to admit to recognize the man before him. Perhaps it was their time apart, the Official’s clothes he wore, or the fact that he half-expected to never see him again.
Not after his encounter with Niko.
“Prisoner, come with me.” Viktor bent down, wrenching Griffin up and off the dirty concrete floor.
Griffin didn’t fight as he was half-dragged from the room, but he desperately searched for Oleks. He found the man’s attention on him, concern and anxiety reaching for him but never touching.
They hadn’t spoken a single time in this cell. Regret leeched into him.
And then the door slammed shut blocking his view entirely.
“Play victim,” Viktor spoke under his breath as he continued out into the main space of the prison. It was half-underground and hotter and smellier than any space Griffin had been before.
Melted decay folding on top of burnt copper as they continued further into it, down a long hallway before turning off into a small concrete space.
Niko was already sitting on a chair inside. A hook swung ominously in the center of the room, a drain below it, the ground stained a dark brown.
Even still, Griffin chose to accept it, if they killed him here, so be it.
He didn’t fight as Viktor pushed him in, shutting them inside before turning to Griffin. “We don’t have much time.”
“Felix won the first Redemption games for Violencia,” Niko started, his eyes staring into Griffin’s. “I didn’t want to take him, but there wasn’t any choice. I’m sorry we couldn’t come for you sooner. Truly Griffin.” Niko’s voice broke in emotion.
