by NV Roez
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Prologue
"You were warned, Little Flower," the man says, licking his lips. He hovers over the gag on my mouth, his eyes glittering with malicious intent, and the thrumming of my heartbeat starts to speed up.
My arms are tied to the bedpost, my skinny legs being held down by The Beast. He forces my legs open, baring me open in front of them. Uncontrolled tears roll down the side of my face and onto the floral comforter beneath me.
I move my eyes back to the familiar ceiling, praying to a silent god to save me, but he never comes.
Hades moves into my view, anger radiating off of him as he leans over and brutally pushes two fingers inside me. My whimper is inaudible beneath my gag.
"This. Belongs. To. Me," he says, punctuating each word, pushing his fingers deep inside and back out, in the same staccato rhythm of his words. "This is not yours to give. I own this beautiful little pussy. I say who can go inside."
He leans over my face, licking at the steady stream of tears.
"Hmmm... mine," he whispers. "It's time to make sure you never do that again."
I snap my face to his, shaking my head, and I know he can see the fear in my eyes. There's a slow smirk on his face as he unties my gag and the nameless man comes to stand beside Hades. The air around me is saturated with sweat and fear, and the devils eat it up.
"What's the lesson for today, Little Flower?" the nameless man asks, nodding his head, encouraging me to speak.
"To never let anyone touch me," I say, voice small but audible.
"Tell me, did you enjoy it when Caleb put his little dick inside you?"
A fresh wave of fear coats my skin. They know his name. I close my eyes, praying—pleading with every ounce of my heart—to please, please keep my Caleb safe.
In the next moment, I scream as I feel myself being torn apart from the inside out and the Beast grunts out in satisfaction as he stills inside me. "Damn, so fucking tight."
Hades grabs my chin, squeezing hard, making my eyes open and face him.
"Tell me, did you like it when Caleb was inside you, or do you prefer the Beast's cock?"
I say nothing, tears still streaming.
Hades looks to the nameless man and juts out his chin, giving some silent order, and I scream again, feeling the burn of a cigarette being put out on my lower belly while the nameless man blows out smoke. I try to jerk my body away from the pain, but the Beast pushes deeper inside me, stopping me.
Hades bends down to kiss where my flesh burns.
"Again."
Over and over, I am burned near the most sensitive part of my body while the Beast pumps inside me. The smell of burning flesh and hair mixes with the stale cigarettes and alcohol from the Beast.
He finishes inside me. His groans while he pulls out make my skin crawl. Shame washes over my flesh while they laugh at the mess being made when the evidence of him falls out of me.
The devils take turns, putting my life on a rerun loop. When one is inside of me, the other is burning my flesh. Repeat.
My throat is raw from the screams, eyes burning dry, and pieces of my soul die. I look back to the ceiling, staring at the popcorn design, wondering if there's a hell worse than this when I die or if death will be my only reprieve.
Hades kisses my forehead.
"Good Little Flower," he says, stroking my hair away from my face. "I know you didn't mean to give MY body to Caleb, and I know you won't do it again. Will you?" he asks almost tenderly.
I keep staring at the ceiling and nod my head in agreement.
"I believe you. Do you want to know why?"
I say nothing.
He moves my face so that I can see a glowing metal rod being held by The Beast. I look back in Hades’s coal eyes, not understanding what he's saying.
"Do you see this ring? It's my family's insignia and it's also on the end of that," he says, showing me the ring on his index finger, then pointing to the metal rod. The Beast hands the rod to him.
Hades stares into my eyes while he presses the glowing end of metal hard into my right hip. He holds it there for minutes, ensuring that the burn is layers deep in my flesh. My screams scratch the inside of my throat like shards of glass as the pain comes in waves.
I'm being branded with his family's insignia. Something in me breaks.
I choose death.
Still looking at the ceiling, I promise myself that if I ever make it out of here, I will kill them all and ferry them to hell myself.
I start flailing and kicking as hard as I can, making the rod slip a few times from my skin, ruining whatever design he was trying to burn in my flesh.
Fuck him.
Fuck them all.
I'll gladly welcome death if it means getting away from them.
"Goddamnit," he says, and I can't stop the smile that creeps on my face.
I turn to look directly into his black eyes. "You've been warned." And spit on his face.
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About the Author…
NV Roez is a dark contemporary romance writer who thoroughly enjoys all things dark and firmly believes that there is something beautiful in broken hearts and damaged souls. The most monumental stories are born rising from the ashes.
Outside of writing, she’s obsessed with spending time with her family, drinking coffee and reading books. She does not converse well before coffee, has an inappropriate sense of humor and has complete conversations with the voices in her head.
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