“Sit up. I have food!” he spits as I turn slowly and meet his stare that would kill you and not even flinch. Shakely, I sit I feel stiff and sore my body screams out at me and my head throbs my stomach rumbles loud at the smell of food and my mouth goes all watery salivating at what this meal could be. He sits the tray on the bed next to me looking over I see soup, a bread roll, a glass of water and an apple hey can’t complain I pick up the bread roll and pick at the sesame seeds that are dotted over the bun dropping them into the bowl of soup. I feel his eyes on me watching me like I’m prey and he’s a lion who hasn’t feasted in weeks.
“Tell me a story,” I say without much thought at all as I skink my teeth into the warm bun closing my eyes as a low delish moan leaves my body rippling up my throat my cheeks pinken at the sound “Sorry,” I say over the bun. “I haven’t eaten in quite some time” I quickly spit out as I take another bite.
“Looks it,” snake eyes says as he stretches in the chair.
“So, story,” I murmur out through mouthfuls.
“No story, little lady, I’m not someone you wanna know.” raising my eyebrows up ay him mouthful with apple.
“Huh go figure,” I say a smile creeps at the corner of lips “Ya reckon, well you big bad wolf we are here I’m locked in with you and all these men that look like they could eat my face off and not blink so I will take my chances on finding out a little to make the time go faster but if you wanna sit in silence than silence it is.” I say leaning back against the wall and crossing my arm over my chest wincing at the sharp pain that radiates through my body.
“You’re sore,” he says standing and walking over to me I lean back further in the wall as he reaches me “You wanted to know a story and sass me when I tell you that you don’t want to know me but then shy away as I walk up to you?” his eyes search mine.
“Um yep, talking and you stalking over to me where I am cornered is a whole lot different.” I say to him biting my apple and looking at monitor behind him.
“Those monitors show sins that we will all hold a hand in, the women, they all have sins that a man like me and my boys come for, I have come a long way for a girl that the Reapers have and I shall stop at nothing to get her, these women here are just toys for my men and the Rouges to play with not only the Rouges but the elite you could say the powerful and rich men of this great city.”
My eyes widen, and I try hard to shallow the lump that has formed in my throat as tears prick my eyes watching each screen as men after men, beat and inject these women, one screen shows a group of them taking turns fucking a poor girl and I say girl coz shit she looks young. One of a woman is chained long chains billow out from her wrists and falling to the floor like a sliver snake wiggling as the men with massive arms and shit I mean massive pull them back and forward on a stage making these poor girls dance. My breathing hitches as bile rises in my throat. Shit that’s fucked up as the monitor scans out over the room with the stage that the chained girl is on I see men after men sitting at tables drinking smoking laughing and watching lifting up paddle like signs with numbers on them leaning to the side craning my neck out as Snake eyes lifts up the hem of my shirt huh wiggling over to free myself from his touch and so I can see more of this fucked up dance and what a bid fest on a drugged up girl chained and pulled back and forward by these men who would give my fucking nightmares, nightmares. Huh that comment makes my mind flick to Ghost shit he’s going to lose his shit in the morning he will come to walk me to work and I won’t be there hopefully he goes in and finds my so-called mother and like pieces things together and finds me.
“Hey, stop that, and what the fuck are they bidding on her!” I question shock in my tone and Snake eyes laughs “What’s funny snake eyes” I snap at him my eyes finding his as humour dances in the cool yellow depths.
“Snake eyes, huh?” he asks me
“Yes, well it’s your eyes they look like a fucking snakes.”
“Doll face the name’s Viper so it fits I guess yes, they are. It’s what we do and now shut up and stay fucking still let me look at ya ribs I don’t much like having to be fucking nice and look after ya and shit but your precious cargo, so I have to,” he says stepping closer to me.
“No, what are you all doing to them?” I snap needing answers my heart races and my palms sweat in fear for them poor girls.
“Told ya, selling them, drugging them, using them, they all owe me and this is how they pay.” His voice cold and callous sending a cool shiver down my overheated skin as he pushes on my bruised ribs causing a searing pain to shoot out over my body and my hand to snap out and slap his face so over men thinking they can hurt me. His head snaps back to face me after I sent it in the other direction his hand comes up and rubs his jaw and cheek bone a fire dances in his eyes “Shit you’re fucking lucky you are who you are, Miss Timberly Roe.” His voice clipped.
“Sorry but that fucking hurt, they are blue and broken and you go and what poke them, kinda asking for it weren’t ya.” My voice sassy as hell and I really like it.
“Kinda” he says to me as he pulls his body up on the bed next to me and leans his massive body back settling ion places his hands behind his head and folding his right leg over his left “Now miss Roe watch and breathe easy because if I hadn’t known who you were out there when you first came in then well then doll face you would be in training for that right there. Drugs, dancing and sold.” My eyes bug out as I watch the way these women are man handled from one horrific scene to a next. Snake eyes falls to sleep, and I sit there watching the rise and fall of his chest as I can’t handle the torture on the screens any longer. I counted the doors the steps and the exits as we entered sucking in a long lungful of air all I need to do is reach for the key card in his pocket and run. I know the keypad code for the doors as I watched and memorized as we stepped through each one.
Swallowing the lump in my throat my fingers slowing and rather shaking snake out towards his pocket I see the top of the card sitting there tormenting me begging me slowly so slowly I pinch my fingers on the corner and pull the tip out slowly halfway out my heart starts to beat feverishly high sweat beads on my brow and drops down my spine, just about there and boom his hand latches onto mine a vice like grip and my heart stops and black dots form in my vision. “Miss Roe don’t even think of it there is a prospect positioned outside your door at all times and I told you no one will touch you here so settle in and just wait. You will go back to your boring life hiding in the shadows soon enough.” He says so calm not even opening his eyes as he places my hand on the bed between us. “Now get some sleep,” that’s all he says as he pulls his body deeper into his jacket and begins to fall into a sleep almost instantly.
Chapter Fifteen
Ghost
Cracking my knuckles, I reach out to the draw in the coffee table that’s in front of me matte black with red handles the devils colour. Picking up a packet of cigarettes and light I pull one out placing it between my lips rolling the lighter a bright flame illuminates the dark space that I like to sit in no bright fake lights nothing but blackness and the soft blue huge of the lead lights that run around the whole bottom of the wall in my office and the red ember glow of my smoke. Closing my eyes taking a long drag sucking the smoke deep into my lungs my head falls back as I enjoy this moment.
Stripping my mind of all the outside world I hear her before I feel her. she tiptoes into the room quite as she’s well aware of the battle my mind is taking the preparation needed to take me to the dark place I need to be in. her cool longer fingers begin caress my naked shoulders kneading out all the knots taking the tension away with long calculated movements sliding down over my torso her assault continues a low groan leaves my throat a rumble ripping up my body up and down she goes not leaving one muscle on my chiselled body left out she works me like no other careful to stay away from the scars on my chest and sides leaning forward as on cue her hands find the base of my neck and move torturously slow down my spine rubbing each bump in my spine a
nd back up again squeezing slightly as she kneads my neck and shoulders again her sweet cool voice finds my ear as she chants “ With the blood of a half Demon” I suck in a deep breath as she digs the sliver dagger into the underside of my wrist the twang of blood hits my nose as my mouth waters the thirst tipping on the edge of my senses. “And the tear of a dark Angel I call upon the Demon of death, with the rain from the heavens and the ashes of hell unleash the beast fill my veins with the devil and kiss my human form goodnight. Reborn for this task alone with the black Demon in my soul and the dark angel at my side I shall bleed a crimson river and feast upon the dead.” Her sweet salty tears hit my shoulder burning into my skin as the demon begins to take over my thoughts turn black and wild my skin ripples with the need to kill a shiver slips over me and a growl leaves my throat Saskia’s hands find my ribs digging her nails into my skin biting the surface as her lips kiss the side of my neck my hands form fists the cigarette stabbed out into the palm of my skin the lush sting from hot tip seeping through me standing cracking my neck she’s at my side at once as we both move to the elevator that will lead me down into my asylum the home of death and the resting place for the scum I kill.
My eyes glass over as I watch my appearance change in the mirrored door of the elevator I feel him the Black Demon has in my veins bleeding into my pores and taking over my soul as we speck Saskia’s hand finds mine lacing her long lean fingers through mine. “I’ve miss you, sir,” she coos out, her eyes burning into my skin.
“I’ve missed this,” I say, cool and cold. I have Timberly and I want to keep it that way. Saskia is my right-hand woman when it comes to the horror of the dungeon. Granted she can fuck like a crazed mad woman on fire but I have made the mistake of taking her to my cock one to many times and the lines get blurred.
Pulling my hand from hers as the door pings open, I can hear the disappointment in her breath as she lets it out and the glare of a devil dressed in angel’s clothing stabbing into my back.
A low chuckle leaves my body. “Tsk, Tsk, Saskia baby, you know the fucking rules, so why with the death stare?” I say turning on her and grabbing her cheeks in between my fingers, squeezing tight till her perfect Botox lips form an O. “Baby, you know we work better this way.” Her eyes glaze over as she nods.
“I can't love you the way you need me. I can give you this though, death and blood the love of a kill and the hunger of the devil.” Her eyes show me the pain in her soul.
“I can't fix your daddy issues, we tried, babe.” Pulling her into my stone-cold body, I kiss her lips, her tongue darts out as I bite down hard on it, popping the flesh. Her legs wobble as I send the pure bliss of pain she desires shooting through her body. My dick hardens at what I can do to her and just how much she loves it.
Walking into my dungeon, the lights are low, the room screams red and pain; just the way I need it. Mike walks from the pit. The sacrifice... ha well, I should say the dirty scum bag chained to the wooden cross by his ankles and wrists in the middle of the black marble floor that leans down towards a drain hole for easy cleaning sending him a wink he shakes my hand.
“He ready, Boss.” His voice is always low, never above a whisper.
“Thanks, Mike.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the $100 bill and place it in his palm; a nice tip. He nods and walks out of the room.
The sound of Ramstein – Engel sounds out around me Saskia’s hands find my back as she slips my switch blade over my shoulder and her other hand snakes around my torso the cool steel of my blow torch burning my skin like dry ice.
Her lips find my ear as she chants in Russian to me:
Ангелы можно увидеть в небесах. Дьяволы нашли в сатанах тепло. дайте мне вашу душу, чтобы накормить моего демона, потому что мы питаемся вашим страхом и хаосом, который мы совершаем. ваш номер вверх и его ворота, которые вы теперь держите. Демон придет для вашего сердца, и он будет пировать. так что вы, я и дьявол делаем три готовы к смерти, я вижу вас в аду, потому что я являюсь носителем сатаны.
(Translation: Angels can be seen in heavens keep. Devils found in Satan's heat. give me your soul to feed my demon for we feed on your fear and its chaos we create. your number is up and its hells gate that you now keep. The demon is coming for your heart and he shall feast. so you, me and the devil make three ready for death I am see you in hell for i am the bearer of Satan's whispers.)
Stepping forward, she removes the black sack over his face and his scared eyes bug out when he sees me standing there bare chested and black jeans and my trademark Cherry Red Doc Martians.
“Yes son,” I mouth to him. “I am real.” Saskia walks over to him and slices a clean line across is torso blood spilling from the wound onto the blade walking back to me she smears his blood across my cheeks the blood warm and sticky drying within seconds of hitting my skin the smell sends a quiver over my body my head falls back as I open my mouth and the demon roars from deep sending a chill through the air and bouncing from the walls the kid chained to the cross pisses himself the smell floats around us as his skin pales he shutters out a piss poor sentence that I know all too well they all say it
“Shit mannnn, you’re the executioner.” Reality sits in as I step into his space looking into his scared eyes and seeing the women he had attacked stare back at me their souls and innocents trapped inside the black irises of this rapists’ eyes.
“No shit Sherlock,” my words cold and calm. “See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.” I breathe out toying with my switchblade. His eyes follow the silver as I turn it through my fingers. “Pity for you I am the evil.” Flicking the blade open in one swift movement, Saskia gasps in air as the rush hits her and fear ripples from this scum’s veins.
“I’m dying, aren’t I? Word on the street is once the Reaper comes, you’re done.” his body bucks and shakes as I take my blade to his skin and begin to slice my way through the flesh. The feeling of the skin parting under my weight sets my dick hard.
“Dying, yes, right now, no. My Demon wants to play first.” Stepping back my hands slams out as my finger lock around his throat in a vice like grip and his eyes bulge as I feel the pop of a fracture break out over his windpipe and a strangled Arghhhhhh leaves his throat. I can feel it trying to slip past my grip. My cock jerks as Saskia’s eyes meet mine over his shoulder. Her painted nails sliding down my body as her fingers find my forearm. She glides them up to intertwine with mine around his throat she applies her own pressure and the kid bucks. I lick my lip pulling my lip ring in between my teeth sending a surge of ecstasy laced arousal between us both. She is a dirty little play toy and she gets off on this cat and mouse game we play when it come to this and her. I’m not blind she is the one who really gets me and before I laid eyes on Timberly she got me so hard. Oh did she get me hard I feel it now pumping through me my cock growing hard straining against the zipper of my jeans. I’ll cum by the end of the night either right here in this kill room laced with red or out there where I want to be balls deep in Miss Roe with the glass blue eyes that mirror my own hell.
He watches us as we dance this dangerous dance teetering on the edge of psychotic dementia. “What bro? Wait na man,” he gasps out, his voice box restricted by the hands of a devil with his very own dark angel by his side. Winking to her she runs her sweet tongue up the side of his face stopping at his temple, and on cue she laces a sweet dark series of kisses embedding death as my blade stabs into his side stopping as it pierces his kidney.
Twisting and pulling it out his body goes rigid against the pain, sweat is pooling down his spine. Saskia runs her long red nails up his spine dragging the sweat back up to the tip of his shoulder blades, she flicks her painted red nails back down and watches as the sweat runs down his now quivering
skin. Her eyes are glazed and hungry, her nipples are hard, straining against her blouse. Her top two buttons are undone and her breasts round and plumb press tight inside her black lace bra. My mind flicks to a time when in one swift movement I could pop all the buttons and have her tits out and bent over my dick. I watch with bated breath as she slowly and painfully stalks around his body her hands drawing patterns over his bare skin lightly covered in a sheen of sweat from a fear laced in pain that death is imminent.
His body is still rigid, straining against the chains he is bucking and pulling trying to escape. A sick evil laughter erupts through my body as I feel the demon awaken and start to stir deep down. Pacing back and forward I ready my blowtorch before turning the gauge as the smell of gas hits my nose. The surge of excitement jumps through me as my cock strains in my jeans. As I flick my lighter lowering it to the end of my blow touch a smile licks my lips. I watch the hot blue-orange flame come to life, before turning the gage so a hard-straight flame burns at the tip. Saskia runs her fingers down his side as the blood trickles from his wound, painting her face with angry red streaks before she sucks the remainder from her finger. Fire burning in her eyes she nods at me and a power surges through me. As the chorus kicks in his eyes beg me to not do it.
“Don’t, Nooooo, pleaseeee Nooooo,” he screams, helpless.
“Scared?” I raise my brow at him as I run the blowtorch down his skin. “Panicking, are we?”
He screams out as I roll the flame over his body, circling him, lashing his skin with burning welts. The smell of his flesh has the demon jumping up and down. “Not yet, Demon, let me play a little while,” I say quelling his stampede up my spine.
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