by CJ Roberts
“We call it…consorts. You will do whatever they want, whatever they wish, and you will obey every single of their commands. Your salary will be a shelter over your head and good food. You will no longer be starving. I’d say that’s a fair trade. Now come, eat this before it’s cold. I know you must be starving.”
She was right. My stomach was cramped with pain from the hunger. How long has it been since I’d last eaten? I moved to the table, eyeing the woman with distrust, but my eyes flicked back to the foil container. I ripped open the lid and a mouth-watering smell filled the air, making me want to scream with triumph. It was lamb curry on a bed of yellow rice. I ignored the fork on the table and lunged after the food, using my hands to fill my belly as much as I can. I heard her snort in disgust, but I was too hungry to care. I’ve never tasted something so good, so delicious. I scraped the last remnants of rice up with my fingers before I finally looked up to her.
“So you’re giving me a job as a servant? To whom? I used to work in the kitchens, in a restaurant by the bridge, before it got blown up. I’m also good with housework,” I said.
The woman gave me a ghost smile. Her eyes held something that looked like sympathy.
“That won’t be necessary. Your job is to look pretty. You will be a commodity. A decoration in the background.”
I frowned. “What kind of job is that? Who wants to hire someone to look pretty?”
“Angels,” she replied, and I nearly threw up.
I pushed the chair and scrambled backwards, my eyes dilated with fear. “N-no, no, anything but them! I’m sorry, but I have to go. I can’t be here.”
I ran toward the door but only to hit a barricade of bodies. I didn’t even realize that we had company. There were two men by the door dressed in military uniforms. They were large, with merciless eyes. I inched backwards slowly, my body flinching under their hard stares. I wanted to crawl and hide.
“There was never a choice. You will look pretty. You will be the perfect commodity for your angel. Once you’re with the angel, you’ll be on your own. Your actions will be yours alone. Try to disobey or piss off your angel, or you’ll find yourself in the worst way unimaginable,” the woman said in clipped tones.
“Please, just let me go. I don’t want to be here. Please, please,” I sobbed frantically. Living as a street rat was a lot better than being under the wings of an angel, not knowing if they’ll rip my heart out just for their entertainment. There was no way I’d run to the arms of predators. I’d rather die.
“Like I said, you are never given a choice. Stop crying. You’ll end up killed by the end of the day. Now be a good girl and follow me.” The woman approached me and I shrieked as I ran backwards toward the back wall like a trapped animal.
The woman sighed before looking back at the men and nodding. The men marched forward, toward me, and I screamed as they pulled me by my arms. I tried to claw them, to kick them, but they simply grabbed my feet and arms. I was dragged to another room where a hurricane of clothes and accessories was displayed on racks, floor, tables—everywhere.
There was an army of people bustling in the room, tending to girls. They didn’t look like they wanted to be here, but they kept their mouths shut as they let the attendees smear makeup on their faces. I screamed as they dumped me in a cold shower and scrubbed me clean. I was exfoliated, my hair washed and conditioned. In other times, I would’ve enjoyed having clean water at last, but I wasn’t in an appreciative mood right now. I was serving myself on a platter. I wouldn’t be surprised if they stuffed an apple in my mouth.
They dressed me up in a shimmering blue gown made of silk which draped nicely over my body. My vision blurred and I wanted to throw up and faint. I could no longer scream for my throat was scraped raw and all that came out was whimpering. They ignored my tears as they curled my black hair until it tumbled gently over my shoulders, curling at the right places. I didn’t even recognize the girl in the mirror. She was too clean, too beautiful, and she was completely petrified.
Once upon a time, the angels joined their hands and spilled blood on the earth.
Chapter Three
“Very pretty. It seems even the monkeys can look presentable. I’ll have her.” A dark-haired angel tipped my chin sharply with his hand. I forced myself not to tremble.
Just act like a furniture. Look like a furniture. I am nothing to you.
The angel wore a clean tuxedo, his hair neatly combed. His wings were tucked at the back. He picked another girl in my group, a blonde this time who was a lot curvier than me with large, voluptuous breasts. I guess she never really knew what hunger was like. In another time, I would’ve look at her in envy, but instead, I could only hold sympathy. We were both in the same boat now.
“Come on, then. You are to be my pretty decorations from now on.” His eyes lingered on me longer that I’d like. There was something in his gaze that made me want to hide from him. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me and relish my blood. But I could tell he also wanted to fuck me.
He turned around and we followed a few steps behind like dutiful dogs. We came to a large hallway bustling with angels and humans milling around, handing out drinks and running errands. I heard the angels called him Isaiah as they greeted him. I kept my eyes down to the floor. I was in a room full of angels and my heart was accelerating as if I’d been running for miles. I wanted to run, but I gritted my teeth as I followed him.
Breathe, just fucking breathe.
Isaiah lingered around for a while, talking to the angels. I heard the word “sermon” mentioned a few times. I didn’t know what it meant, but I strained further to listen. When you’re in the midst of the creators of the apocalypse, what better way to eavesdrop on the enemies? What were the angels planning now? What were they doing to us?
Too soon, Isaiah walked away and the girl and I hastened our footsteps to match his strides. His wings were tucked at the back, right in front of me, and I had a sudden temptation to touch them. Would they be as soft as it looked? I blanched at my sudden thoughts. Ugh, no way I’d touch an angel willingly. I eyed the room, carefully looking for any exits. If I was going to escape, I had to be smart.
I was too absorbed thinking of ways to escape that I didn’t realize we were going down the stairs to a secluded basement. Smart move, Livvie. I frowned, realizing where we were. The girl next to me trembled like a newborn fawn. Was this the part where he kill us?
We froze as Isaiah stopped in front of us. I heard a clicking sound as he clipped off his belt and clasped it in his right hand. He turned toward us, his eyes frighteningly cold. There was something in his eyes that made me fill with sickening dread.
“Strip,” he said.
We froze, too shocked to move, and jumped as he cracked the belt like a whip.
“I said strip. Now,” he roared.
We quickly complied. My fingers trembled as I brought the dress to my feet, until I was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and panties. He came toward us slowly like a predator, his tongue licking his bottom lip.
“Beautiful, beautiful whores. I am going to fuck you both until you break, and I’ll feast on your blood when I’m done,” he said in a deep, husky voice, his hands already unzipping his pants.
“Please don’t do this,” the girl next to me whimpered.
Isaiah’s hands stilled on his pants, before directing his attention toward her.
“What did you just say? Did you just tell me what to do? You dared to defy me, a high angel?!” He spat at her and she flinched.
He pulled her hair in his fist, his face inches from her. “You’re going to get this now, monkey whore. I will fuck you until you scream. I will fuck you as I rip open your stomach. I will eat you as I let my seed fill your womb.”
He dragged the screaming girl by the hair, pushing her to the floor. True to his word, he fucked her while she screamed, and I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t look away. I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. I was facing a near-death experie
nce. I watched as he ripped her open with his hands and I had a flash of déjà vu, recalling Caleb killing those humans in the Old Square.
All this time, I thought Caleb was an exception. I thought angels didn’t like to get their hands dirty. How wrong I was. Angels were all predators. There was no such thing as mercy. I heard her scream one last time before blood exploded from her, spraying me. And I still couldn’t move.
He stood up slowly before turning to face me, his cock still erect. His mouth was covered with blood, his hands drenched with crimson fluid. My mouth was dry, my body ridiculously cold, as if I was encased in ice. He came to me, one step at a time, as if afraid to scare me away. Or maybe he was just enjoying watching the fear in my eyes before he ate me and fucked me to death. I didn’t know that angels…ate people.
My feet moved without my realization until I felt the wall behind my back. I trembled and had a sudden urge to pee. Cold. Everything was so nauseatingly cold. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he touched me with his bloody hands.
“Hush, my little whore. Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispered as he pressed his body against mine.
I could smell the blood in his mouth and see some meat chunks stuck in his teeth. I fought my revulsion and the urge to thrown up on him.
“You’re a good girl. You’re not like her, like the rest of your pathetic species. I will treat you gently, fuck you gently. I will not let you break so soon.” He curled a lock of hair around his finger and buried his face in my neck. I felt his breath on me, my skin wet from his tongue. His breathing, my breathing, all in this enclosed space.
“Pretty, so pretty. So pure. You’re a virgin, aren’t you? I can smell it. So ripe,” he murmured against my skin. He roamed his hands on my body, leaving bloody handprints as he moved down, further and further to my panties. His fingers slipped inside the pink lace and stroked my clit in circular motions. I wanted to scream, to cry, but I was afraid if I made any noises, then I would end up like the girl on the floor. Or what was left of her. I shouldn’t have looked over his shoulders to see the red, meaty mess on the floor.
“Nggh.” A whimper escaped from my lips as I watched blood on the floor in horror.
“Shh, I got you, my whore.” His voice was gentle and he trailed kissed over my skin, his finger still buried in my pussy. He slipped two more fingers inside my pussy and I yelped uncontrollably. Nobody had ever touched me there before. It felt intrusive, something foreign entering me. He stroked me faster and faster and my arms clung to him, because I was afraid I was going to fall if I didn’t. It hurt. It hurt so damn much. My nipples perked hard under my bra and they rubbed against his clothes.
Then his fingers were gone and I nearly wept in relief, before revulsion overcame me again as I felt him ripping my panties, and something warm touched me.
“No, please, I beg you.” I couldn’t stop those whimpers out of my mouth. I couldn’t stand that alien shaft touching me, trying to find my entrance. “Please,” I sobbed harder.
“Shut up.” He grabbed my throat in his hand. “I don’t like to hear my prey talking, even from you. Just for that, I’m going to fuck you harder, right against this wall, and you will accept my cum as I shoot myself inside your belly. I will fill you with my hot seed and let it flow down your legs like a dirty whore you are.”
He forced my thighs apart, the weight of his dick pressing against me.
“You like that, don’t you, you dirty little bitch?” he said breathlessly as he pumped his cock in his fist. It was swelling big and drops of precum trailed down his shaft.
“N-no. Please, don’t. Please,” I begged as I cried. My legs trembled and I would’ve collapsed had he not held me with his arms.
“Shut up,” he growled and kissed me hard.
I gagged and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I tasted copper and…meat chunks on my tongue. I wanted to scream, but he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and forced me to take it, take it all.
“What the fuck are you doing, Isaiah?” A terrifying voice filled the room and Isaiah immediately flinched. He pulled back slightly, his hands still on my hips.
I turned to find Caleb watching us with a withering glare. I cowered immediately, trying to mold myself with the wall. Isaiah was terrifying, but Caleb? Caleb was a monster. The air crackled with tension radiating from Isaiah. Was he afraid of Caleb?
“Caleb, I’m just playing with my toys.” Was that nervousness I detected in his voice?
“Play? You call this playing? You know the rules,” Caleb said dangerously to Isaiah, his eyes glinted with anger. “It’s forbidden to mate with daughters of men. Anyone who fucked them will receive an eternity in Hell. Is that what you want, Isaiah? Because I’m pretty sure you were trying to shove your fucking dick into her pussy. Were you trying to fuck her? Shall I drag you to Hell myself?”
“No! I wasn’t trying to do anything!” There was a definite fear in Isaiah’s voice as he inched away from me. “I was just scaring her, that’s all.”
“Then get the fuck out. I don’t want to see you here,” Caleb said.
Isaiah looked at me and I was unsure whether I should follow him or not. Definitely the latter. There was no way I was going to him again.
“Get the fuck out!” Caleb roared.
Isaiah flinched and ran past him. Caleb must be an angel of a higher position to make someone like Isaiah to cower like that. I shuddered harder when I realized that we were now alone in the basement. I didn’t know if being alone with Isaiah would be any worse than being with Caleb.
Caleb walked into the room, his eyes focused on to the bloody mess on the floor. He looked…disgusted? Why? He killed people in public with his bare hands. He turned his attention to me and I whimpered. Those cold blue eyes bore into mine until I felt myself unraveling before him. He stepped slowly toward me, his boots padding softly on the cold floor.
“So a human like you nearly caused an angel a trip to Hell.” He made it sound like human was a dirty word. “How could someone so pathetic and frail make an angel fall to his doom?
He stopped until he was inches from me, his eyes watching me intently. He cast his eyes downwards to my shoulders, my breasts, my naked stomach. I placed a hand over my crotch, my panties in pieces on the floor. His lips curled slightly before he rested his gaze back on my face. He didn’t speak for a while, only watching me. Was that interest in his eyes? I swallowed hard. Attention was bad, very bad. Especially from an angel like Caleb. Yet, no matter how frightened I was, my nipples perked so hard, as if begging to be sucked. It was like they were begging for his lips on my skin, his hot breath on me, touching me. I shook myself internally. This is not the time to fantasize over someone, Livvie! Especially an angel!
Caleb touched my cheek and I trembled. He stroked my cheek with his hand. That same hand that ripped into humans back at the public execution. Yet that violent hand was gentle as he touched me. I didn’t want him to do that to me. I wanted to keep him as a monster. I didn’t want to see the way his eyes softened, or that his perfect lips—full of blood—now looked so kissable. It seemed we swapped roles. My mouth was covered in blood from Isaiah’s kiss. My body was marked with bloody handprints. And I had a sudden desire to press forward and plant my lips on his.
“Beautiful,” he murmured softly. “No wonder so many of us fall.”
I stilled, not daring to breathe. Caleb stopped, realizing what he’d just said, and his eyes turned cruel again.
“You are indeed a whore. How could a human cause so much trouble? You are God’s messed-up creatures. His failed experiments. No wonder you’re destroying yourselves. Come then, wench. If you want to lure me, you shall have me.” He slammed me against the wall, his hands furiously parting my legs before they touched my pussy.
I screamed as Caleb shoved two fingers at once and stroked me faster and faster until I felt myself spiraling down and down.
“Please, no!” I begged him. I clawed his arms but he didn’t even flinch from the pain.
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br /> “Scream, Kitten. Scream until you’re fucking hoarse, but I will not stop. Go ahead and cry. Let those salty tears flow down your cheeks. It fucking turns me on,” he said angrily, his fingers furiously circling my clit before plunging inside. He pushed my thighs harder apart and went deeper inside me. My back arched and my nipples shoved into his face; he took that chance to bite that pink pebble. He circled his tongue around my nipple just as his fingers circled inside me. Caleb sucked my nipple hard, his hot breath on my skin, and I felt myself burning.
He touched me in that spot again and I came. I shuddered helplessly as waves and waves of cascading hot liquid wash over me. I felt my legs coat with sticky wetness. Caleb slowly brought his fingers to his lips, watching me as he slowly licked the slick juices. Fear kept me against the wall, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his long, pink tongue as he licked every last drop of my pleasure on his fingers.
It was strangely erotic, my body aching in various places. I was burning, my nipples still hardened. I had a strange moment of wanting to spread myself and allow him to fuck me. What was happening to me?
“Kitten,” he breathed into my mouth, “you’re a dangerous creature. Isaiah would’ve fallen into an eternal damnation just by looking at you. I never thought a meat sack can be this alluring. It makes falling a temptation. Maybe I would risk an eternity in Hell just to bury my cock deep inside you and fuck you until you scream my name and claw my back into rivers of blood. Eve fell because of the forbidden fruit. And we angels may also suffer the same fate.”
He released me and walked out the door. Shocked, I slid to the floor, my whole body racked with sobs. I glanced at the bloody entrails in front of me. The smell of blood was so strong in the air it clogged my throat. I curled into a ball and wept.
Chapter Four
Despite everything, I survived the first day. After what happened in the basement, someone came down to fetch me. I didn’t know if it was Isaiah or Caleb who called someone for me. It didn’t matter. I was going to get out of here. If I stayed here any longer, I’d scream in insanity. If I wasn’t already dead.
