Chapter 90
We'll have some fun betting how quickly our Master can breed you." Unbuckling his jeans, he lets them and his boxers fall together. Cock bobbing loose, hard and erect. Precum drips from the head, sparkling in the light. He drops his glamour. His chest skin shivers, to reveal two rows of hooks protruding from his flesh, one under each nipple, to his belly button. Bone-white and shiny, they're made of bone. Barbed, razor-pointed, I know they'll penetrate me with a numbing ease.
He circles around in front of me and drops to his knees.
Stiffening, I pull away the instant I sense him drawing near. A raw, savage scream rips from my throat as his hooks rip into my back and hold us fast. The sensation of wetness trickles down, distracting me. Blood. My blood.
His chin rests on my shoulder, his hot breath against my ear. "I'm going to fk you like a dirty animal. Take your hot pussy from behind and I'm not going to go easy."
A tongue strokes along the rim of my ear, and I shiver with loathing. Screwing my eyes tight shut, I try to close out what I know is going to occur.
They're going to clip my wings.
What they don't understand is that I cut them free myself, feather by bloodied feather, a long time ago.
He thinks he can break me.
I've been broken more years than I want to remember. It's made me stronger.
I've walked through the fires of hell.
Been burned by the Devil himself.
When I'm free, I will make a bloodbath of that behind me.
I will have my revenge.
I will rescue myself.
Nothing in Heaven, Hell, or Earth will stop me.
They will never hold me back from being with my child. By every means possible, I will maintain my dedication to protect her.
Lips press against the side of my neck. Teeth sucking and nipping frantically at my skin, marking, bruising. Biting down, the stabbing agony of fangs dig into my flesh. Groaning, he pushes his front up against my back, his hard dick wedged between my arse cheeks. I can sense him getting ready. Getting ready to desecrate me.
Music.
It started out of nowhere, swirling into my pain filled mind.
I don't listen anymore. I am the notes. The raw melody is the throb of my heart and the rush of blood in my veins. It echoes from every pore. A symphony of light and darkness beautifully intertwined. Superbly balanced.
The smell of flesh burning and the crunch of it crackling permeates the air.
Behind me, the demon's anguished screams of shock fill me with joy. Did he think me so weak? Prey? His attempts at escape are futile. Power keeps us in an unbreakable grip.
Restraint back into him, I restrain myself in firm pose, reveling in the bittersweet pain that it induces. Heat pulsates over my flushed skin. Righteous, wrathful, it burns straight to the bone.
The demon's howls turn hoarse. His struggle weakening. They gradually dissipate into soft whimpers before ceasing completely.
Metal breaks off around my ankles and wrists. Sliding loose, easily, clattering onto the floor. Veiling my eyes red, his body thumps behind me with a squelch as I sweep it off. Standing with an unearthly grace. Music still surrounding me in such a lullaby, it makes me want to dance and sway.
Strengthens me, recalling what I desire. Get my vengeance and save what's left of my broken family. Glancing back at the pulpy devastation, I view it with opulent pleasure. Still seething and churning, it still caves in before devolving into dense grey ash.
Death is coming for them all and she will be smiling on her bloody face when she does it. I will not rest until I have toppled every one of them.
I creep in on unsteady legs to the open door. I have to find Teresa and my daughter. The muffled voices of sounds ringing down the hall and I recognize Teresa's high frightened scream. Creeping along, I push through other narrow rooms filled with people. Moans and pitiful cries come from within.
Salvatore's dungeons are full of those who have wronged him in one way or another. A playground for the sadistic son of a bitch and Hell to the inhabitants. Eight doors down I arrive. The torturer within has been arrogant enough to leave it wide open for everyone to see what is being accomplished within.
Richard.
Trousers down around his knees, he clutches the belt in his hand down and lashes it brutally across exposed skin. The scream of pain tears my heart apart. Nude, crumpled in the corner, Teresa is most brutalized by his aggression. Raised, bleeding welts cover her naked back as she uses her bony arms to attempt protection.
"I'll pound the fight out of you, slut. You think you can bite my cock? Next time I shove it down your throat, if I catch a glimmer of teeth in there, I'll cut one of your tits off," he snarls, raging. "I'm going to have a good time getting between those young legs and making you a woman. See your blood and my cum flow down your thighs when I'm done."
Music snakes its way around me at the realization that he took her innocence in the most vile way. The bastard deserves to rot in whatever Hell awaits his kind. He has a soul so he'll be one of the damned.
Eyes on the dirty tray of knives and other things in the other room, I sneak over to it. I look again, noticing my gun. He is going to make a trophy out of that as well. Too bad this dream is about to be ruined.
Teresa's agonized eyes meet mine. They beg for help. I raise a bloody finger to my lips and give her a reassuring stare. I'm going to get the son of a gun back. Something prompts him, and he reaches for the gun. My attack is wild, but skilled. I'm on his back before he can get a grip on it.
Teresa wraps her knees in her arms, slowly rocking back and forth, sobbing.
I am glued to Richard like a limpet on a stone. Pain gnaws through me as he thrusts his claws into the sides of me trying to dislodge me. Warm, wet liquid streams down my skin, but I won't let him go. I hold my forearm firmly over his carotid artery, and he drops to the sleeper hold.
"Hello, lover," I breathe in his ear, my own bad pleasure impossible to hide.
I keep the pressure on until he begins to slump. By the time he can pass out, I release, and his legs go flying out from underneath him so he crashes onto the floor.
Seizing a knife from the tray, I do not hesitate descending over him. Holding his flaccid cock, I slice it off just at the thick meaty hairy root. It parts with ease. Blood seeps from the stubby wound. Screamng and writhing in agony, Richard clutches his hacked crotch.
"You crazy whore!"
"What's wrong, babe? Doesn't it feel as good to you as it does to me?" I grin with excitement.
"I'll kill you."