Page 162 of The Darkest Hour

Who would fucking dare?

And then, a deep voice cut through the silence. “Good evening, Paris. You look quite dashing as usual.”

No!

My blood turned to ice.

That voice.

It was impossible.

No!

My mind screamed in denial even as my lips whispered the words that I dreaded to speak. “No. It can't be. Y-you're dead.”

“Dead?” Havoc laughed behind me and pressed the gun’s point harder into the back of my head. “Now that’s not a nice way to greet your good friend.”

Then, Indra began to turn around and. . .it wasn’t her.

No!

My heart pounded in fear.

When she faced me, the breath caught in my throat.

I trembled. “O-onyx, you’re alive.”

She stood there, and locked those dark eyes onto me.

As I looked at her, I was consumed by a sickening combination of horror and arousal. It was insane. I was completely turned on, my body betraying me in the worst possible way, even as my mind screamed that this couldn’t be real.

“N-no,” I whispered. “N-no, this isn’t possible. You’re supposed to be dead.”

Onyx’s lips curled into a smile that was anything but kind. “Oh, Paris. Did you really think you could get rid of us that easily?”

My legs trembled, and the shame of my arousal only deepened my humiliation.

Pre-cum spurted out of my cock, and I had never been more terrified.

She gestured to the nun outfit. “Do you like it?”

I shouldn’t have responded, but I couldn’t help it. “G-god yes.”

Havoc chuckled. “She does look quite enticing. Doesn’t she?”

Onyx licked her lips.

My cock jerked.

Havoc moved the gun from the back of my head.

Then, Onyx left the desk, came close to me, and raised her finger to my face. Slowly. . .seductively. . .she traced a line down my cheek. “It's time to pay for your sins, Paris.”

“What?”

Fast, Havoc slammed the gun’s handle into the back of my head.

“Ahh!” Excruciating pain exploded in my head as I began to lose consciousness.

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