Just wait.
Wait for him to get comfortable.
“Look at you, little monster. All pain and purpose, cut open and choking on salvation. My little lamb for the altar,” he breathes. “You feel that, baby girl? That’s the Light claiming you. Gagging on cock and blood—your body shaking around me—this is what redemption looks like. When they find your body carved and leaking, they’ll sing hymns in my name. I’m not killing you, Aurora. I’m saving you.”
He relaxes. Just for a second.
He lets himself enjoy it.
That’s all I fucking need.
I bite down.
His entire body locks.
There’s a single second of perfect, stunned silence.
Then—Jameson screams.
“You fucking bitch!”
That’s right, Jameson.You scream for me now. Let me drown in your pain.
He tries to shove me away, but if he pushes too hard, my teeth will shred his cock. His blood scalds my lips, metallic and alive with rage. He chokes out a raw, broken sound—nothing like the smug bastard who thought I was helpless.
His pain sings for me. A symphony of my making.
I bite down harder. He shrieks.
His blood floods my mouth. It shouldn’t taste this good. I want to drink him dry. I want to watch the life drain from hisfucking eyes. But before I can, two massive hands clamp around my throat, yanking me from my delightfully violent daydream.
He howls, then goes silent—just breath hissing through his clenched teeth as his fingers dig in deeper.
“Fucking cunt! Stupid fucking bitch!” His voice cracks, high and wild. “You think this fucking saves you?! You think I won’t gut you for this?!”
He wrenches my hair, jerking my head back, but my jaw stays locked. He’s too pissed to feel it yet. Too lost in his god complex to realize his dick is fucking gone.
“Fuckinglet go!”
His voice is a raw snarl, each word laced with spit and fury. His fists slam into my ribs, my stomach, my face, anything to make me break.
“You ruined me!” Spit flies from his lips. “You think this changes anything? You think you’ve fucking won?”
His grip tightens, each breath hitching in manic bursts.
“I was gonna be merciful.” His grip crushes my throat. “I was gonna make you something more.” He laughs, broken and cruel. “But now, I’m gonna carve you up, piece by fucking piece. And when I’m done?”
He leans in close, breath hot and reeking.
“I’ll hand-deliver your pretty little head to Isa myself. The Disciples will see what I’ve done for them.For her.They’ll know I was the one who took the Daughter down.”
My teeth grind, scraping bone against bone. So close now. So fucking close. If I die, at least I’ll take his favorite weapon with me.
I must be smiling because Jameson growls, “Keep smiling, bitch.”
His grip tightens, and my body makes a last-ditch effort to survive.
I claw at anything I can reach. I kick, I thrash, I fight like a cornered animal.
