Mael’s upper body rose and arched back while trembling violently. Not only could I see him between all the bodies, but his head was higher than the crowd. He winced and bit at his bottom lip. “Fuckkkkkkk!” he cussed in pleasure. My body reacted at the sight of him in such a state. The self-disgust almost took me out. He didn’t last much longer after that. It was as if the pet’s words had pushed him over the edge of insanity. For a few seconds, there was complete silence, but there was no peace in it, for I knew what was to come. The hyenas would get the scraps of what was left of her.
In between breaths she dared call him, “Killian…”
“I’m still here, Angel, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.”
"Who else wants a taste of my meal?" Mael yelled and they all raised their hands so I did the same. "Only three lucky ones."
I stayed put as Mael pointed to his friends, one at a time. Still unable to watch them hurt her, but I could hear them enjoy her—groaning, moaning, cussing, praising how her body felt, and some even screamed when they finished. Between the smells of cum, sweat, and blood slowly filling the room, the incredibly stagnant air, and her silence, all I wanted to do was vomit.
She was so quiet I wondered if she’d died and they hadn’t noticed. Knowing these decrepit assholes, it was completely possible.
By the time the second guy was done with her, her eyes were soulless, as if she’d long left her body behind. I knew that state all too well, and it broke me that she ever had to experience it. It killed me that she wasn’t trying to beg me not to do it like she’d done with Mael. I had been in the same fucked-up state before. It wasn’t an escape, it was the pit of hell. I’d given up so manytimes, and each time, I’d ended up hating myself for it. I dried my cheek and lifted my chin, even though it didn’t reflect how I felt. Still, she refused to look away, so I allowed her to hang onto me even though it made me feel as if the entire room was looking at me.
As the second boy approached the table, Killian let out a screech while trying to rattle the railing. “I’m going to fucking kill you! You hear me? I’m going to fucking kill all of you!” The anger coursing through his words made me turn to him. His glare penetrated my stare. We both knew I was supposed to be next. I nodded back at him, establishing an understanding that if he killed me, it would be a welcomed blessing. I’d thank him for it.
“Would you like to fuck my whore?” I thought the question had been directed at me, but when I turned back to Mael, I realized he was looking past me, smiling, and asking Killian. This was not Mael’s intelligent moment. If Killian got out of there… even in his physically weakened state… I mean, this was not a boy who was of right mind, and he’d already threatened all of us.
“Come out of there and enjoy her, little prince,” Master said.
Ugh, that fucking nickname. It was what he called all of us while he used us. Another round of bile filled the back of my throat. Despite how sick I felt, I had to do something. "I'll help her," I said to Killian. "Let me do it."
He was so distraught, so tired that he could only nod to me and step away. The guards opened the door to the cage and held me by the arms. For some time, it was as if staring into her eyes had transported me into a different universe. I felt like I was in a vacuum. I heard nothing but my heart rushing.
My eyes filled with tears again, because it was undeniable how revolting I truly was. There was no denying it anymore. All I could do was hope I hadn’t always been like this, that this placehad changed me into the monster I now knew I was. I was no better than the rest of them. Every part of my body was reacting to the scene before me. Her body was bumping back and forth on the table while being used.
“Fuck yeah. Now that’s a perfect cum-filled little pussy,” the third parasite using her said, then continued groaning. A tear trailed over the bridge of her nose to her other eye and then fell to the table.
How could I get turned on?I can’t do this. There has to be a way for me to get out of here without doing this.The crowd was all around me, swirling with the room, their faces swerving into each other. I didn’t want to be a disgusting predator, a rapist. Not when a rapist ruined me and everyone I had ever known. Not when I knew exactly what it was like to be raped.
My brain was on fire, self-destructing by how repulsive this was, but I couldn’t look away, and I couldn’t stop my body from craving her. Why? I had become them. I needed to stop existing.
Looking at her angelic face, into that big infinitely dark-brown eye was addicting. I held her empty gaze until the boy on her started shaking, finishing.
Master rose from his throne and rushed like a ballerina toward me. The crowd surrounded us. He stopped in front of me and the guards released my arms while he cupped my face. I couldn’t believe the thought, the idea that sprang in my mind. But I didn’t have another choice, I had to save her from this life, so even with my heart hammering, I carefully took the knife from the guards pants so that he would not notice At first, I thought he would kiss my mouth but instead, he said, "Make me proud, my boy. Remember that you are mine. You belong to no one else." As he kissed my forehead, I bent my wrist so the knife would be hidden in the sleeve of the robe.
The last boy before me walked down the steps past me, about to join the spectacle and kiss Master’s ass—figuratively speaking.I had to walk past the crowd of men in cloaks who were no longer paying attention to her or me, only to him.
Mael clapped loudly, once again, grabbing everyone's attention. No one noticed me or what I was doing while he blabbered. I suspected he must be on some drug or some metal craze. I didn't care about that. I had to focus on her and do what I'd come t do fast. Maybe this would be the thing that would finally get me killed, but it was worth it. I couldn’t stand watching them hurt her, and I knew they were never going to let her go, just like the rest of us. I was her only hope to freedom and peace.
I walked up the three concrete steps. The beauty lay on the round table, unconscious, under the spotlight. Perhaps I was too late and she was already dead. From this close, she was exponentially more beautiful than I’d noticed before. Despite the numerous purple spots around her belly, the cuts on her arms, and the swollen-shut eye, she was iridescent. It was understandable why Mael was so obsessed with her. What wasn’t acceptable was the reason anyone would want to hurt something so little and gorgeous. Gently, I spun the table so her bloody legs hanging over the side would be right up against my chest. I refused to pay attention to the spectacle to my right.
Poor thing. I was sure she had never imagined such a terrible night, but that’s the way Master ran his hell, and I had learned, there was only one escape—death.
I used the step stool to climb onto the table, then took my time admiring her pale skin as it rose and descended with every breath. She didn’t even have a fully developed body.
First, I made sure my cloak was covering both of us so no one could tell what my intentions or actions were. At this point, it was almost over. They were all tired and anxious to leave. Most of them were talking among themselves. I took the knife and sliced her belly on the side by her waist. A thick bright-red riverof blood immediately flowed out of the wound. I placed a kiss right next to it.
“Ugh…” She moaned and even winced, but her eyes only opened slightly. “K-Killian…” she whispered.
No. It wasn’t Killian, it was me. Killian had fainted. The fact that she was still calling him… My poor little one. “Shhh… It shouldn’t be long now. Don’t be scared. No one else will hurt you again.”
Some time passed before I felt his gaze on me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mael’s yelling reverberated against the room. I resisted being startled by him, hiding my fear.
From the corner of my eye I saw everyone turned to us.
At first, I was scared they’d seen the knife, but it was on the opposite side of the table from where they stood, under my cloak. Her body covered the view of it. They couldn’t see all the blood coming out of her, wetting my knee and calf.
