Page 3 of The Devil's Redemption

“That’s not what I heard, isn’t that right?”

He looks at Elena as he asks this. Or Trixie… Whatever the fuck her name is. She turns toward him and they kiss one another slowly, sensually, as though they’re not committing a grievous sexual act at the same time. When they break the kiss, Jasper pinches my clit punishingly once again. The pain tears through me, and I scream out in agony.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,princess, and your time here won’t have to be miserable. In fact, you could even come to enjoy it.”

“I’m not lying,” I sob, still trying to breathe through the pain.

At that, he lines his fingers up with my opening and pushes into me roughly. With no lubrication, his skin is like sandpaper, and I squeeze to try to force him back out. I’ve never heard the scream that tears through me before. The terrified howl is the perfect pairing to my anguish. It’s more than the physical pain of what he’s doing, it’s the mental and emotional pain you experience when someone has violated you so completely.

He continues his assault, and the moment I feel the tiniest bit of moisture form inside of me, I throw up. Turning my head to the side so I don’t choke on it, I expel the contents of my stomach onto the mattress where either Rooster or RiffRaff is kneeling. It’s not much, but he jumps backward to keep away from it.

When he does this, he frees my arm, giving me a chance to fight. I know it’s stupid, and I know it’s not going to help my situation in any way, but I honestly don’t see how it could be any worse. Using as much strength as I can collect, I lift my arm from the mattress and swing as hard as I can.

When my fist connects with Jasper’s cheek, his fingers stop moving. Pinning me with an evil smile, he wraps his free hand around my throat until it feels like my windpipe is going to shatter. I scratch at him with my free hand, but it’s no use. He doesn’t budge.

“I have to admit, I can understand what he sees in you. Your spirit is remarkable. You’re a fighter,” he declares, removing his fingers from me. “That’s something I’m going to enjoy taking from you bit by bit until there’s nothing left and you’re begging me to kill you.”

When he backhands me, it feels like my brain is being used for a game of pinball inside of my skull. Then, he snakes his fingers back down my body and finds my opening once more. Still maintaining a strong hold on my throat, he works his fingers back inside of me. It’s a little easier this time due to my traitorous body spewing arousal from inside of me for him.

The amount of self-hatred I feel is something I don’t think I’ll ever get over.

“Back to your brother.”

I’m disgusted by the fact that he’s talking about Michael while his fingers are deep inside of me.

“He’s got a nasty little habit, you know.”

Loosening his grip around my throat, I start sucking in air once again. He grabs hold of my chin while he pulls his fingers out of me again. Curling his leg over mine, he continues to pin me down, keeping me open for him to do as he pleases. With one hand, he squeezes my cheeks, forcing my mouth wide, then he slides his fingers along my tongue, trying to get them wet before they go back inside of me.

“Come now, you can do better than that,” he encourages, shoving them down my throat until I gag.

My eyes water, and I feel like I’m going to be sick again.

“Good girl.”

As he pulls them out of my mouth, he takes with him a long string of thick saliva. He works the moisture in and out of my pussy before diving back in. This time, it feels like he’s stretching me farther than I’ve been stretched before. He places his other hand back at my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze it as tightly this time.

“Your brother used to buy from us until he begged me to let him sell. He said he could use the extra money to help out his sister.”

In and out and in and out he moves his fingers, summoning feelings from me that will make me hate myself for the rest of my life. Feelings I have no desire to feel. My tears fall faster, and I try hard not to look at any of the four faces staring down at me during the absolute worst moment of my life.

“Being a family man myself,” his fingers begin to move at a more rapid pace as he continues his story, “I decided to give him a chance. It was simple. Sell the drugs, turn in what he owed us, live a happy life.”

A small wave of pleasure is building inside of me, and I do everything I can to fight against it. The dark, depraved leers from RiffRaff and Rooster aren’t even enough to douse the unwelcome response.

“Unfortunately, he went and shot it all up, or smoked it. Whichever the fuck way it is that he liked to get high.”

I don’t miss the way he said “liked.” Past tense. My heart breaks, and I pray it was a mistake.

He looks at Elena… Trixie… Whatever her name is.

“Is this turning you on, you naughty girl?”

She doesn’t have to answer him. Her hyperfocused stare and elevated breathing is all the proof he needs to know the answer.

“When it came time to collect, he didn’t have the moneyorthe drugs. I gave him twenty-four hours to pay up, with interest.”

Now his attention is back on me. Another wave of nausea is exactly what I needed to replace the unwanted pleasure that was mounting.

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