by Erin Trejo
“I was stupid,” she cries out as I thrust harder into her.
“Yes, you were and now you have to deal with that choice, don’t you?” Long, hard thrusts have my balls tightening up. I can feel Ebony pulsing around me.
“He wants more kids, Kellin.” This time her words come out as a sob and my body stills. I’m on the edge of coming and she drops this bomb. I know what the fuck she’s doing, and she isn’t going to do it with me. In seconds, I pull out of her and drop her to the floor. Her feet slide on the wet tiles and she goes down. I stand over her, my cock hard and in my hand. Each stroke could have been hers. Each groan from my lips was meant for her, but she ruined it. I jerk and tug harder until I groan and shoot my cum all over her. Ebony sobs from her spot on the floor, cum covering her pretty little face.
“You came in here to try and get me to fuck you, get you pregnant? Is that it?” She looks up with tears running down her cheeks and nods her head.
“I don’t want his baby inside me, Kellin!”
“And yet, you wanted the goddamn throne! You wanted to be the fucking Queen of Les Fleurs du Mal! Now you are, Ebony. You made the choice. It was given to you. No one forced you into this world. You decided to marry the man and now you have to deal with his wants and needs.”
“Don’t do this to me, Kellin, please.”
“Don’t beg me unless it’s for death,” I say before turning and grabbing my soap. I wash quickly while she sobs behind me, but I ignore her. I can’t do this with her. I don’t want to. She made her choice and now she has to live with it.
Climbing out of the shower, I grab my towel and wrap it around my waist before walking into my room. There I’m met by my father.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask as I move toward my dresser.
“She’s in here, isn’t she?”
“Not by my choosing.” I pull my boxers on and then my jeans before I turn to face my father. He’s the man who raised me to be who I am today. He instilled all these thoughts in my head, gave me a place in this world.
“Is that so?” he asks, pacing the room.
“It is. Ebony is well aware that she made her choices and now she has to live with them. Why would you think otherwise?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. He turns to face me, a mirror of my own reflection. The same sickening ice cold blue eyes stare back at me with such intent it would break a regular man.
“I don’t. I don’t doubt you for a second, Kellin.”
Nodding my head, the bathroom door slowly opens and a teary-eyed Ebony walks out fully clothed. Her wet dark hair is hanging around her shoulders as she looks between us.
“You came here of your own free will?” he asks her. Ebony nods her head but that isn’t enough for him. “By the power of the Unholy One, Ebony, you answer me!”
“Yes, sir. I came here.”
I should feel bad. I should help her, but I won’t.
“You have defied me and for that you will pay,” he says in a sinister tone. Ebony visibly shivers before nodding her head and leaving my room without another word. “She will be the death of me.”
“As she should be. She’s your wife.”
My father chuckles darkly while he runs his hand through his hair. “How are the new initiates? Did you find what you were looking for?” I nod my head and grab a shirt, pulling it over my head. “What was I looking for?”
I know where he’s going with this and I don’t care. I’m not ready to take a wife, and I sure as hell won’t be taking one of his choosing.
“A wife, Kellin. Don’t you want to run this empire one day?” I ignore his words and grab my boots. I don’t have the time for this. I have work to do.
“This isn’t a conversation I’m willing to have with you right now,” I add.
“Why not?”
“Because father, you will not be choosing who I marry, and I think you’re very well aware of that.”
“Very well. We’ll discuss this later.” He turns to leave the room just as Rory walks in.
“What did he want?”
“To discuss my future wife.”
“Which is?”
“How the fuck would I know?” Rory chuckles as I head for the door, grabbing my black work robe as I go. Rory already has his own on, and as we walk, I pull mine on.
“Are you ready to break these girls?”
“Damn right I am.” We walk in silence the rest of the way through the compound. I watch as the women go on about their business, tending to whatever the men have told them to do. To say this isn’t a cult would be a lie. Tonight the new girls will get their first glimpse of their new world. They will get a taste for what this world holds and how we operate.
I pull my mask down as we head to the holding cells. It’s dark, pitch black just the way I want it. I don’t want to be seen; I don’t want to see them. I want them to crumble under the unease that they feel when we’re present.
“This is going to be fun,” Rory says as we descend the stairs. When we reach the bottom, two of the guards nod as we move past. Grabbing the keys off the hook I move to the room where the girls have been held for almost a week. Sticking the key in, I unlock the door and shove it open. Flipping the light on, the girls cower in the corner. Five of them. Five is what we picked up from the party although all of them won’t make it. It’s inevitable. There are always failures amongst the flock.
“Stand up,” I demand as I cross my arms over my chest. All but one stand. My little Rose. I walk over slowly but with calculating steps. She wants to play games and those are my favorite. The closer I get, the more I see the fear in her eyes. I cock my head and stare down at her. Although she can’t see my face, she can sense it. I know she can feel my wrath as it falls on her face.
“When I said stand up, I meant it.” I don’t like repeating myself. Rose looks up at me, a scowl on her face. She shoves herself up slowly and stands in front of me. I can see the anger in her eyes, but I can feel the fear as it wafts off her.
“You are going to learn the rules. You will follow those rules, or you will suffer the consequences. I don’t know what you’re used to, but here, we all hail Satan. You will leave your God behind and find your new strength amongst the darkest of the dark,” Rory tells them as I stare at Rose. I’m not sure what it is about her that I find intriguing, but I am drawn to her.
“What…what if we don’t?” one of the girls asks.
What a stupid girl. Rory steps toward her, running his hand down her cheek before wrapping his fingers around her throat. Her eyes widen as he squeezes harder. One of the other girls sobs but it’s Rose that moves. She steps away from me, toward them when I stop her. Slamming her body against the wall, she gasps as I lean in closer. Her breathing has kicked up a notch as she watches me. Fuck me, those eyes. There are so many secrets hiding in them and I want them all. The door opens behind us, but I stay in place, blocking her from seeing anything behind us.
“Are you boys having fun?” Denny, one of the other guys, says.
“Don’t we always,” Rory says, but me? My eyes stay on her. I take a step back just as Rory releases the grip on the other girl’s throat. Rose and her friend Violet share a glance that I ignore because they have no idea what they’re getting into with us.
Six
Rose
The air is charged in the room and I can’t help but feel suffocated. The men own the room even though you can’t see their faces; their presence alone is unnerving.
“We don’t enjoy your suffering. In fact, all we really want is your submission. Here we have slaves. Slaves to the men. We own you. Each woman is initiated with a ritual. You will go through our classes, our teachings before you become one of us. Do you understand?” The girls look between each other before bringing their gazes back to the men in front of us. “Your lives no longer belong to you; they belong to Satan. We are the spawns of the Devil. We are the darkness and soon you will be too. Now strip out of your clothes.” Two of the girls move quickly, fear shaking them to
the bones. Me, Violet, and one other girl I don’t know are slower to obey. If this is the cult shit they were talking about, then we’re all fucked. I got away from bullshit once and I refuse to live my life as a hostage ever again. They will have to kill me first.
“When I said to remove them, I meant it. If we do it for you, it won’t be as nicely,” the man says as he inches closer to us. For some reason I can feel the evil in this room, and instead of pushing their limits, I slowly reach for the hem of my shirt. Violet gasps but moves to do the same. I don’t bother turning my back, mainly because I don’t want them to see the tattoo that burns into my flesh. When my skirt hits the floor, the man in the robe in front of me takes a step back. He bends down to lift the stack of things in his hands before passing all but one to the other guy. He steps forward opening the robe as if I’d step into it for him. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest and glare at his hooded face. I don’t know who he thinks he is, but I’m not that girl.
“I like to play rough,” he says when he steps in closer to me. His hand comes up, rough fingers running down my cheek. A shiver runs down my spine, and just as he moves to step around me, I rethink my actions. I can’t let him see that part of me. That tattoo. I reach out and grab the robe from his hand, jerking it out of his grasp. He takes a step back, another chuckle leaving his lips. I shrug into my robe when the man steps into me once more. He lifts the hood and covers my head but not my face.
“You will wear the white robes until initiation. After that you will receive a red robe.”
“What do the colors mean?” Violet asks.
“It means that you are untouched. You’re pure until the time comes,” the other man says. I snort.
“What time?”
“We don’t like all the questions. You will learn the rules here and you will follow them,” the man says.
“And if we don’t?” His masked face moves in my direction.
“Then you will suffer in silence.”
“I’d like to see you silence me,” I hiss. The man moves toward me faster than I expected. He has me around the shoulders before I can react. In seconds, he lifts me off the ground and tosses my body over his shoulder. I scream and fight, kick and yell but there’s no use. I can hear Vi screaming my name before there is nothing but silence. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I’m carried down the hall and into another room. This room is darker than the first one and the air is stale. I’m dropped roughly to the floor before the robe is being ripped from my body.
“You will sit in here in silence. The more you talk, the less you will see the light of day,” he warns me. I laugh in his face knowing I won’t break, but something uneasy settles in the pit of my stomach telling me that I should play by the rules. Not only does all of this intrigue me but it also pisses me off. Women are held as slaves, captives and that’s the part that I hate the most. The memories I try to keep hidden always seem to surface at the worst times, now being one, but they also make me stronger in a sense. He can’t break what’s already been broken. I lived a life of hell already, I can handle this.
“Do you think that scares me?” I ask the black robe as it hovers over me.
“It should. This isn’t a trip to Disneyland, and I can promise you that you will be submitting to this a lot faster than you think. Our rituals are nothing short of sadistic.”
“You’re sick!”
“Am I? Or are you?” he asks, moving in closer. I immediately scoot back, my back pressing into the cold brick wall. “We are a lot of things here, and if you follow the rules, I can guarantee that things will go better for you. If you don’t, our punishments are far worse than our teachings. Go too far and there is no turning back. Do you understand, Slave 6106?” His words are like ice cold water being thrown over me.
“A number?” I whisper.
“Yes, here you are a slave with a number. You will be called by that number and not your name.”
“You can’t do this,” I say a little stronger this time. “You can’t keep us here like this!”
“We already have you. It’s up to you if you stay or not,” he adds.
“What does that mean? I can leave?”
“No. You’re never leaving, at least not in the traditional sense. You may leave as a corpse if you so choose.” Bumps prickle my flesh as memories assault me. The tattoo. The pain, the fear.
“And if I follow your directions? How can I be sure I won’t be killed?” I question him even though I don’t think I need the answers.
“There will be a ceremony tonight. Not one of the typical ones but had you followed directions you would have been able to see just what you were getting into here.”
“I’ll behave. I promise.” God, I sound like I’m begging and maybe I am. I need to see what I’m up against here. I made it out of one cult alive, I can do it again.
“Do you think I give second chances?” His voice is deadly, but I have to try.
“I’ll do whatever you want. Please,” I do beg this time. The man steps forward, leaning down into my space. His warm palm caresses my cheek and I can feel his eyes burning into me without even seeing them.
“At midnight you will walk back to your room. You will change into the red robe that’s in there and you will keep your head down. You will then walk to room 240. There will be a map for you to follow. You do not speak to anyone on your way or they will know you’re a fake. Do you understand me?” I nod my head rapidly wondering what the hell is in room 240. “Good girl. Now I like you, 6106, and for some reason you seemed special to me. Don’t make me regret my decision. I’d hate to offer you up as a sacrifice, but I will.” With that he turns and walks away.
Seven
Kellin
Their faces are all that of shock. The crowd chants and dances naked. We wear our robes and masks. We are the ones in the higher authority positions, which is why we can choose to partake in the events or not. Our Satan has bestowed that right upon us. My mask is hideous. The bright red eyes seem to glow in the darkness, but the curled horns stand proudly on the top of my head. In an ordinary world we would seem out of place, but this coven isn’t ordinary. Far from it.
Most people don’t want to believe that there are Satan worshipers in the world, but we are here. You don’t recognize us because we walk the same streets as you and we attend the same schools, but we’re there, nevertheless. Our compound is different than most and maybe that’s what makes us unique. We’re the best at what we do. We train slaves to be sold to other covens. We produce the darkest of the dark.
“You don’t look like you’re having a good time,” Rory says, leaning into me.
“I’m wearing a mask; you don’t know what I look like.” He chuckles and shakes his head.
“I don’t need to see your face, Kellin. Your body language says it all. If your father sees you, he’s going to be pissed.”
“Father is too busy getting his fill of women to notice me. I’m just tired tonight,” I tell him. He nods his head and turns back to the crowd. It doesn’t take long for him to wander off and join in the fun. Not me. My eyes track her. What it is about Rose that attracts me, I don’t think I will ever know. She isn’t anything I haven’t seen before. Beautiful long blonde hair that I’d like to grab and pull while I fuck her from behind but that’s not all. There’s a spark of life in her. One that this place will quickly snuff out and that part saddens me slightly. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a spark like that, since I am tasked with ending the spark.
Checking the time, I see it’s almost midnight and my eyes instantly look for her once again. A few of the elders send the girls on their way and that’s when I move. I turn on my heel and walk toward the building that houses all of our rooms. Once inside, I move through the hallways, my eyes drifting over the pentagrams carved into the walls, the shapes, symbols.
It doesn’t take me long to get to my room. Once I slip inside, I pull the mask from my face and set it on the dresser. All of this gets tiring at times. It ma
kes me wonder what life would be like outside of this coven. Is it really as bad out there as they say it is? Of course, I travel outside of the compound, that’s how we find new initiates, but we never stray for too long. That’s where my thoughts linger until my door opens and she walks in. Her head’s down, her blonde hair hiding her face from me. I lay back against the headboard watching her as she closes the door and lifts her head. I don’t miss the gasp that escapes her when she sees it’s me.
“You,” she says softly. I nod my head once.
“Me.”
“You took me. How did you do it?” she asks, looking confused.
“The water I gave you was drugged.” Her eyes turn angry, but she doesn’t say a word. She just watches me uneasily.
“Why me?”
“Why not you? You’re beautiful, Rose. You will earn your place in hell and wither like the perfect little flower there,” I tell her. Her mouth parts but she still doesn’t speak.
“I don’t understand any of this. Are you people killers?”
“Not in the way you’d think. Do we offer sacrifices? Yes, we do. It’s all for the greater good.”
“Greater good of what?”
“Satan. The Devil himself.” She shakes her head, unsure of what to say and I can’t say that I blame her. This is a lot to understand to an outsider, but she will learn.
“How did you choose me?”
“Satan chose you,” I tell her.
“That doesn’t make any sense. You chose me!”
“He brought me to you,” I say simply.
“Do you really believe that?” Her eyes hold secrets even as we speak about this. I can see them. I want them. I want to hold them, take them.
“Tell me about you, Rose.”
“I thought I was 6106?” Look at her throwing my words back at me.
“You are but inside my room, you’re Rose.”
