Sing Me a Song (Sacrificial Lambs Book 1)

by C. A. Rene

  The girl's head lifts a bit to look behind her but Torrent shoves it back down to the table. She begins to softly cry again as Squall slams into her. He’s there for one reason and one reason only, to find what he’s deprived himself of this last week and he cares not for how the girl is feeling.

  The punishing rhythm he’s set is shaking the table and the girl begins to cry harder. Hail stands and leans over the table to watch her face as it projects pure pain. He looks back at me over his shoulder and grins, his teeth bright against his olive skin.

  Hail isn’t even looking at Squall and his fucking, his eyes are on the girl standing beside my demon, and I know she’s his fucking weakness. By this week’s end, he’ll need to be rid of the attachment he feels for her because we can’t have normal lives.

  Squall lasts half the time of Torrent and I lean back in my seat with a laugh. He grins, his face finally at ease and flips me the finger. He pulls out of the girl and slaps her roughly on the ass.

  Hail stands, his pants already down, and the condom wrapper ripping between his teeth.

  “This is a fucking gang rape.” Sky calls out.

  Hail stands between the crying girl’s legs and throws Sky a wink. He pulls the condom on and Sky watches him with her brow raised. It’ll be fun when it’s her turn.

  The cries pick up against the table and I know Hail has begun his turn on the girl whose nails are breaking on the wooden surface. Torrent sits back down beside me and gulps back a few mouthfuls of vodka straight from the bottle.

  “It’s just as hot being on this side.” He laughs.

  He falls forward and swipes the hair back from her face. Her skin is red and her green eyes shine with her tears, and it’s beautiful.

  “Doesn’t she really glow like diamonds?” Torrent breathes as he continues to smooth her hair back.

  She lets out a scream as Hail rams himself inside and releases, his head thrown back.

  “You’re up, brother.” Torrent slaps a hand on my shoulder.

  He turns to her and pats her head like the good girl she’s been.

  “One more okay, my bright little Diamond?” He coos at her and I watch as her face falls.

  Just one more, sure, but I would say I’m the worst one. I get up from my seat and circle the table. I hear the demon gasp and I’m ready to show her that I’m not her fucking man, I can’t ever be her fucking man.

  I get to the girl’s ass and look down at her pussy. It’s probably seen better days but fuck, it’s still beautiful.

  I run my finger up through her folds and find she has some wetness, not a lot, and certainly not enough to take me.

  Torrent tosses me a condom and I snatch it with my left hand as I’m undoing my pants with my right. I pull my cock out and tug on it, I’m the biggest between my brothers and I know this is not going to be pleasant for the girl in front of me.

  I roll the condom over my nearly hard cock and smile at Torrent when I hear heels hitting the stone floor to my right.

  “You’re going to rape this girl, too?” My demon calls as she nears.

  “Rape?” Torrent says aghast. “I asked her if she wanted it. She agreed! Look at her there, she’s not fighting it.”

  “She’s screaming and crying.” She exclaims as she reaches my side.

  “We’re all a little over average,” Torrent jokes and my brothers snicker.

  “You are not…” she begins but I cut her off when my right hand grabs her throat and pulls her into my face.

  “You’ve disobeyed me.” I line myself up to the girl’s entrance, I’m harder now, and getting harder as I think of my demon watching this up close.

  I loosen my grip on her throat and lightly run my hand along the smooth column and behind to the nape of her neck. She visibly relaxes at my touch and I almost want to slap her for being so trusting, she should know to not trust a single soul. What makes her keep wanting to?

  My fingers sink into the hair on the back of her head and my smile turns into a snarl as I shove her head down on top of the girl's lower back. Giving her the perfect view of what she tried to stop. No one stops me.

  She struggles against my hold but I tighten my fist, knowing I’m pulling out strands of her long black hair, and she stills. I hear a commotion to my right and watch Hail intercept what I can imagine is her feisty friend coming to the rescue.

  I use my left hand and guide myself back to the girl’s entrance, as I feel them both tense. I inch myself in until I hit halfway and then I slam it all the way home. Torrent’s choice screams and demon cringes, her hand finding the girl’s head and stroking her hair.

  “Her name is Diamond.” Tempest’s eyes lock onto mine. “She’s barely twenty years old.”

  I begin to chuckle as my thrusts work into this Diamond's body and her screams turn into sobs.

  “She was excited to be here,” Demon’s voice continues. “She loved your music.”

  “She’s singing us a song now, isn’t she?” Torrent chuckles.

  Demon continues to watch without interest and I realize fucking Diamond isn’t doing it for me. I’m softening and it pisses me off, I want to be inside this demon instead.

  So, I imagine it’s her I’m fucking, she’s the one bent over this table, and it’s her screams shattering the silence around us. I’m hard again and Diamond is once again sobbing at my cock’s assault. But all I see are the storm gray eyes watching me with disgust and I feel my balls clench, readying to spill my load.

  I pull out of Diamond, pull the condom off, and jack off onto Demon’s face. Her eyes clench shut but her mouth opens in shock and I push the tip of my cock into it, groaning through the rest of my release.

  My brothers are clapping and whistling but the girls standing around are becoming weary. Good, this was never a celebration for them. I pull out of Demon’s mouth, release my hold on her head, and pat her cheek.

  I can sense her shame rolling in waves and I absorb it like the sound of a good riff in a song.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tempest

  I feel a rag being thrown into my face and I wipe off the cum, spitting out the bit in my mouth.

  “We’re leaving!” I hear Sky yell and then Raiden’s sinister chuckle.

  “You can check out, but you can never leave.”

  “You can recite lyrics from your era all you want.” I rip the rag off my face and glare at him.

  “My era?” His voice is low as he steps into me.

  I don’t back down and pull out a smirk of my own, “isn’t it?”

  “Chair.” Raiden snarls and one of the girls rushes over with one.

  He sits in it and throws me an evil grin, “Tempest here doesn’t do private dances at her club.”

  I cross my arms and watch him with my eyebrow raised. He nods towards the table with his band mates and then looks back at me.

  “Someone turn on this song from my era.” He snaps his fingers.

  The slow melodic sound of Hotel California by The Eagles floats through the room and he leans back in his chair. A hand snags into my hair and my head is twisted back.

  “You’re going to give him a good birthday dance,” Torrent’s voice growls into my ear. “Then maybe you will survive this night.”

  I feel the cold touch of metal against my neck and tense, “make it good.” He licks along my ear and I shiver at the wetness.

  Without much choice, I saunter to Raiden and decide if it’s embarrassment he’s looking to get from me then he’s about to be disappointed, I have been at lower points in my life, so I’ll make this real good and just maybe he’ll rethink the next step.

  I unclip the waistband of this piece of shit skirt and let it and all its weird fringes hit the floor. I stand in front of him in this bandage top and a ridiculously small G-string. The beat picks up and the lyrics croon through the room. My body rolls as I let the rhythm take me and I begin to move in time with the music.

  I’m a dancer before I’m a fucking stripper and I’m about to sho
w him exactly what I can do. I lift my right leg slowly and grab the heel, bringing it straight up against my face. Then my left hand is skimming over my stomach and down inside my panties.

  Raiden leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees and I can’t help the flutters that invade my belly. I know it’s wrong, this man just brutally fucked a girl that didn’t want it, and here I am wet thinking about it. His fucking monster cock slamming into her as she cried from its girth. I want that girth in me.

  I drop my leg and move between his legs, forcing him to sit up as I grip his knees. Then I twerk my ass up and down on his crotch, almost purring when I feel him get hard. I reach up to pull apart the clasps for my top when his rough hands grab my hips and turn me around to face him.

  “Unless you want the same treatment as your little friend, I suggest you don’t take anything else off.” His eyes are dark and his fingers will leave behind bruises on my skin.

  He rises, forcing me back and then bends, picking me up from my ass as my legs wind around his waist. He strides out of the ballroom area to the sounds of the guys whistling and heads straight upstairs to my room.

  My heart is slamming against my ribcage with fear of what is going to happen but also with anticipation of what is going to happen.

  He kicks open my door and my body is slammed against the wall, my head bouncing off the plaster. His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes, yet another place his fingers will leave behind their mark.

  “I have never wanted to kill anyone more in my entire life.” He snarls against my mouth.

  He steps back and drops me from his arms, watching as I sink to my knees. I cradle my throat in my hands and glare up at him.

  “One would say that means you feel at least something for me.” I retort, rubbing my neck.

  “Or that’s what the little unloved girl from the trailer park was taught.” He begins to undo his pants.

  “I am not sucking your dick.” I shake my head. “I wouldn’t put it anywhere near my mouth again, if I were you.”

  The back of his hand claps against my mouth and I feel the blood pool on my tongue.

  “Does that mean I care, too?” He mocks me and flicks open his knife, holding it just under my eye. “Undo my pants.”

  I know this beast of a man wouldn’t even hesitate to cut into my face and if I continue to bait him, I just might lose my life tonight. As much as I don’t want to obey him and everything in me is fighting my actions, I’m not going to be his punching bag.

  I undo his pants and begin to pull them down along with his boxers. I know he’s big, I saw evidence of it earlier, but as the thing pops up and swings slightly in front of my face, I’m shocked at the sheer size. That just seems fucking unnatural.

  His hand holding the knife rests against my throat and his other grips the hair on the crown of my head, forcing me forward.

  “Hurry up, I need to get back to the celebration.” He raises a brow at me. “Lots of other females to fuck.”

  I clench my jaw at his words and his hand tightens, as I feel the hairs being ripped out of my scalp.

  Fuck it, I’m about to enjoy this as much as he will. I stick my tongue out and lick along the tip, making sure to pay extra attention to the ridge. I’m good at sucking dick, I did enough of it to survive and I’m not fucking ashamed. I’ve just never dealt with one quite this large.

  I open my mouth and relax my jaw, slowly taking him into my mouth. Raiden though, has other ideas, and his frustration is evident as he rams his monster cock down my throat. Now, I like to boast I can take a good deep throat with minimal gagging but I’m not doing so well right now.

  Not that he minds, the more I gag and constrict around him, the faster he plunges into my mouth. The tears flow down my cheeks and I’m sucking in air whenever I get the chance, which is not nearly often enough.

  I feel the knife come back against my throat and press into the flesh as he pushes in as far as he can, cumming down my throat. The salty taste and slimy texture have me gagging once again and he chuckles as he yanks me up by my hair back to my feet.

  His hand holding the knife comes towards my face and I hold my breath, waiting for his threat. Instead, his thumb swipes up my chin and pushes into my mouth, more of his cum assaults my tongue.

  “You take every last drop of what I give you.” He shoves me back to the wall and stabs the blade into the plaster, nicking my shoulder on the way.

  I hiss at the sting and watch as his eyes latch onto the wound, the blood rolling down to my chest. He leans forward and presses his finger into it then up over the cut. He takes his blood-soaked finger and draws something on my cheek, giving it a little pat when he’s done.

  “Tempest Skeigh,” his voice is softer. “Your blood looks good coating your skin.”

  I moan at the contact and gasp at his words. I don’t know what is wrong with me and I’m confused about this odd attraction to a man old enough to be my father, and dark enough to rival the devil.

  He steps away and pulls the blade out of the wall, slicing me again.

  “Stay in your fucking room.” Then he’s out the door.

  I hurry to my bathroom, flicking on the light, and growling when I see a triangle with an eye in the center. The exact symbol I saw connected to the Illuminati.

  I want to check on Sky and as much as she bothers me, Diamond too. I just know that if I push the devil too far, my body will be pulp on the pavement under my balcony.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tempest

  I’m afraid to leave my room.

  I’m rarely this afraid but I can’t stop my mind from racing with images of myself being murdered and disposed of by Raiden. It could also be that I have not touched a drug in almost three days and I’m having a hard time numbing the feelings.

  I want to check on Sky, I want to make sure Diamond is okay, and I want to get the fuck off this island. The first two are doable but that third one isn’t happening and it scares me to death. If I were to disappear here, I wouldn’t have a single person to look for me and I can’t help but feel my chest grow heavy with sorrow.

  There’s a soft rap on the room door and I suck in a breath. I don’t move right away and I swear I can hear the banging of my heart around the room. The knob jingles and my heart flies up into my throat.

  “Temp!” I hear a harsh whisper and nearly moan with relief.

  I rush to the door and throw it open to see Sky’s worried face. I grab her in my arms and drag her into the room.

  “Are you okay?” She asks me as I smother her into my chest.

  “Yes,” I nod. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” Her voice shakes a bit and I squeeze her tighter.

  She pulls away and growls in frustration.

  “We can’t leave Temp.”

  “Why not?” I crinkle my brow.

  “I told Hail last night that I was packing my shit and leaving this morning.” She sucks in a breath and looks at me with watery eyes. “He laughed and said someone was watching my mother, waiting for the word. He took my passport.”

  “Fuck.” I curse and begin to pace.

  “You can leave Tempest.”

  “I could never leave you here alone.” I shake my head. “I will have to wait this out with you.”

  “Diamond is downstairs frolicking with the girls like nothing happened last night, she was even flirting with Torrent and sitting on his lap.” Sky exclaims.

  “Is she stoned?” I ask incredulously. “And if she is, where can I get it?”

  Sky snorts and then she finally lets herself relax.

  “We’re going to be okay, right Temp?” Her big brown eyes beg me to lie to her.

  “We will be if we do what we’re told.” I nod.

  It’s after dinner and I’m lying on my bed, dreading what’s to come tonight. I promised Sky we would be okay but I can’t be sure that’s the truth. This doesn’t feel right and those four men are not sane.

  They work on a different frequency
and live for only themselves, not giving a shit what happens to others. They gang raped Diamond last night and I watched her today as she laughed and joked with the girls.

  Either she’s also trying her best to survive or she’s a fucking nutcase, too.

  The door bangs open and bounces off the wall behind it.

  “Tonight, is silk.” Raiden growls and throws an outfit on the bed.

  I haven’t seen him all day and couldn’t help wondering where he was. His bandmates were around and when I asked Torrent if Raiden was joining us, he just chuckled.

  “Where were you?” I blurt as he turns to leave. He stops and keeps his back to me.

  “Ask me another question and I will cut your fucking head off.” Then he storms out and slams the door.

  Not sure why the fucker hates me so much, I have been putty in his hands since he first jammed his fingers up my pussy in that alleyway. I pick up the outfit with my thumb and forefinger and watch as it catches in the breeze from the balcony.

  It’s see-through and a rainbow of different color silks stitched together in a halter top dress. Fuck him, tonight I’m not wearing underwear.

  My nipples harden against the very thin material that’s attempting to cover them. I can feel his eyes on me as I dance and my whole body is reacting. My nipples are hardened peaks and my pussy is throbbing in beat to another dark sounding grunge rock song.

  “Are you as nervous as me?” Sky asks as she works her hips. “What will happen tonight?”

  “Just keep moving and don’t look them in the eye.” I advise and she snorts.

  I wasn’t fucking kidding. If they don’t have any reason to interact with us, then we may just fly under the radar, and make it through unscathed.

  “Demon.” I spoke too fucking soon.

  I turn to the sound of Raiden’s voice as he lounges at the same table Diamond was defiled on. They have a few large bags of cocaine sitting in the center and lines cut onto the wood surface.

  My body thrums with a want so strong to sink my head into a mound of it and sniff until I run out of lung space.