Page 9 of Kings Fear No One
I take in a breath and push myself inside. The girl bows against me and cries out in agony. By the way her body jerks and the slight resistance I encounter, I understand what’s just happened. What I’ve just taken from her, and I’m sure she’ll never forgive me for.
She’s outright sobbing now. The horrific sounds chip away at me as I draw my hips back and then thrust into her.
Her walls clamp down on me and the tight heat massages my dick. Soon the beginnings of a climax tickle their way up my spine. I thrust a little faster, chasing the end, wanting for this moment between us to be over.
My gaze remains on her face. Futile hope she’ll finally look up at me and I can make her get it. I can promise her it’ll be over soon.
But she never acknowledges me in any way beyond her sobs and pained jerks of her body. It’s only been a few minutes when I’m able to give in and let go. My release spills from me in a weak pulse of pleasure. I wait for every drop to be spent before withdrawing and tucking myself back into my pants.
Blood coats the head, confirming what I suspected. A detail I’ve got to bury in an effort to fight off guilt at what I’ve done.
The Leader’s smile takes up half of his face. Several of the saints mirror him, smiling at the two of us on the bed as if we’ve made them proud.
As if what we’ve done isn’t fucked up and depraved.
In the world of the Chosen Saints, it’s simply bonding. Just like I bonded with Mandy earlier. Just like the Leader bonds with any of the female saints and believers on a whim. Just like… Teysha will be made to bond with me and others too.
Free love is a whole different concept in this so-called family.
Teysha’s taken away to be cleaned up.
The ceremony ends with a celebration of food and drink. The believers are allowed to stay for the first hour. Once it’s up, we’re corralled back to our cabins—unless the Leader or one of his saints have chosen you for the night.
I’m not chosen, so I wind up in the dank cabin, sitting in the dark on my sunken bunkbed. As far as I’m concerned, a better turnout for the night than if Mandy had requested me a second time today.
Teysha’s brought in after everybody else in the cabin’s gone to sleep. She’s deposited onto her bunk by two of the saints who brought her and then left without a word. They shut the door to our cabin and total darkness commences.
I sit still and watch her corner of the cabin. Though shadows blanket the space and I can’t see her, I can hear her—she’s sobbing herself to sleep. Probably the first night of many where she’ll fall asleep like this.
For half a second, I consider getting up and going over. Explaining to her what I did was unavoidable. Telling her I didn’t mean to hurt her. Letting her know she’s got to toughen up, ’cuz this is the way things are and we’re all captives here.
She can’t let herself end up like Grace and the other women before her.
It’d be the first real human words I’ve spoken in days. Maybe weeks.
But I don’t. I stay where I am, sitting in the dark, and I listen to her cries without ever saying a comforting word.
Instead, I focus on the anger I’ve learned to control. I allow myself to think about something I’ve avoided for months. Something that gives the false hope I hate seeing in others but reminds me there might be a reason to keep holding on.
One day… one day I’m busting the hell out of here. Then… then I’m making every last one of these bastards pay…
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LOGAN
Day nine hundred and sixty-five of captivity.
I etch the mark on the wooden panel with the dull blade of my knife. It joins the hundreds of other tick marks on the cabin wall.
The sun rises by the hour, bathing the landscape in pale morning light. The worst of the storm’s yet to come.
This calm is just the lead up. The false silence before the break of thunder. The rain will flood us out. The cold might be too much.
Last year we were made to double up in the cabins still dry enough. An already packed sardine can now fit to burst.
But nobody was under any other false belief. None of us were foolish enough to think our well-being had shit to do with it. We were the minions.
Easily replaced and holding little to no value.
