Page 10 of The Devil's Redemption

The moment Jasper stood up, RiffRaff and Rooster unlocked the cuff around my ankle and lifted my limp body from the bed. Each of them wrapped one of my arms around their thick, disgusting necks.

Their height leaves my feet dangling, unable to dig my heels in to try and keep them from taking me wherever it is they have in mind.

As if I have the energy to do so.

When we enter the hallway outside of the bedroom, I see a house full of people below us. They’re looking up, as though waiting for a show. I see a rope hanging from the ceiling, dangling all the way down to the floor. I can only imagine what they have in store for me next.

The threat of being paraded in front of everyone, still covered in Jasper’s cum, sparks some fight in me. As Tweedledee and Tweedledum carry me down the stairs, I kick my legs out, trying to knock them off-balance.

What will that do, Sasha? They’ll go tumbling and take you with them.

But I can’t do nothing. It’s not who I am. I kick my legs out, trying to make them lose their footing, with no luck. Unfortunately, all that gets me is a hard smack to the ass from behind by Jasper.

“Put her down, here,” he points to the rope when the big oafs step off of the last stair.

Now that I’m closer to it, I see several metal rings set into the floor, and I fear what’s coming next. RiffRaff and Rooster put me down for a split second, only to twist my arms behind my back and hold me in place painfully while I feel Jasper wrapping my arms in the rope.

What fucked up hell am I to endure now?

Once I’m securely bound, Jasper pulls my body against his and whispers in my ear.

“Now that I’ve had a taste of you, my brothers will want one, too.”

He runs his fingers through the cum he left on me before raising them to my mouth. I squeeze my lips together as tightly as possible and turn my head away from him. He grips my hair roughly in his other hand, and pain radiates through my scalp. Turning my face back to him, he pushes his index and middle fingers through my lips, tugging down on my jaw forcefully as he goes.

“There you go, princess. I’ve tasted you, it’s only fair you taste me, too.”

Already close to vomiting again, I gag as he pushes his fingers as far down my throat as they will go. The moment he lets go of me, I fall onto my knees and expel saliva and bile. If I’d had anything else in my stomach, it would have come up, too.

Suddenly, I feel hands all over me. Pinching me, petting me, pulling my hair, pushing between my legs and reaching for my core.

I scream in protest.

“All right, all right. Back up now. You’ll all have a turn soon,” Jasper assures them, picking me up off of the ground.

RiffRaff and Rooster are back, cuffs in hand, locking them around my ankles. Tugging my feet apart, I now know what the steel rings in the floor are for.

“No!” I scream, but I’m met with the same evil laugher I heard before.

They latch each of my cuffs onto metal rings that are far apart from one another, leaving my legs spread open wide for anyone who wants to gain entry. Suddenly, I feel something tugging on the rope around my arms. When I look around, I see someone across the room, pulling it tight and forcing my arms to raise, painfully, behind me. The higher he raises my arms, the farther my body bends over until I’m at a ninety-degree angle. He wraps the excess rope around a hook on the wall, securing it.

My shoulders are searing with pain. I’m far from flexible. Now I’m stuck, tied up, and completely at the mercy of a room filled with evil.

“Can I have your attention,” I hear Jasper call out from behind me.

He places his body against mine, my ass raised to him. Legs wide open, again. My tears drip from my face, raining down on the weathered, wooden floorboards. He massages my ass where he smacked me earlier as he speaks.

“I’m excited to introduce a new club whore to you tonight.”

I wonder what night he’s referring to. Is it still Wednesday evening? How long have I been here?

It feels like it’s been days since I first opened my eyes in that filthy bed upstairs.

“This is princess. She used to belong to the Devil’s Skull in Whispering Valley.” A low growl sounds from the crowd as he mentions Blade and his family. “But now she is mine.Ours.”

Their low growls morph into sinister laughter and cheering.

A name that once filled me with fear now makes me weep. Are they coming for me? Do they even know I’m gone?

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