Page 111 of Soulless Deeds

“You know,” she said conversationally as she rounded on Camilla, slipping the lollipop from between her lips. “For a moment, we thought the leader of Khaos was you. But then, you’re not that intelligent are you, Camilla?”

Upon the topic, our prisoner actually had the gall to stare Spencer down with her dying eyes. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.” Camilla spat, saliva tinged with pink. “Our leader will bring a new age of power. To protect us and bring us into a new world. Khaos are a unit. Beneath her rule, we are all-powerful.”

“I knew a man who said the same once,” Spencer scoffed. “Some unit? I set his weak ass on fire.”

My brow furrowed at Camilla’s dying ministrations. Despite the pain we had delivered, she never lost that sincerity in her voice, the deep devotion for her godly leader.

It didn’t make sense. The girl I knew would never have given that amount of power to another. Frankly, Camilla was too selfish.

To convert someone as self-centred as her was a feat all on its own. Khaos was some type of weird cult. What we had to find out was how their leader was converting such a dedicated following, made up of members who were willing to die just to keep her identity hidden.

“Who do you work for? Who is the leader of Khaos?” Spencer asked for the umpteenth time, closing in on her prey.

Camilla shut her chapped lips in a tight squeeze—as if that ever stopped the screams from escaping.

Spencer hummed, tracing her skeletal weapon down Camilla’s bare torso. “I had it sharpened,” Spencer said. As if proving her statement, the tip of the horn nicked Camilla’s nipple, where a droplet of blood grew from the incision. “I am prone to dramatic effect…or so my sisters say.”

Although Camilla remained silent, shivers and goosebumps ravaged her frame, no doubt preparing for the inevitable torment to come.

Then Spencer traced her makeshift horn over the tattoo that sat between Camillas breasts—a black outline of a ram's skull, representing her allegiance to Khaos.

Now, that got a reaction.

“Don’t fucking touch it,” Camilla screeched, her expression feral. Up until that point, we had avoided her tattoo, knowing it brought great significance. We were right to mar it last.

“Who do you work for? Who is the leader of Khaos?” Spencer repeated, entirely unbothered.

Silence.Slice.

A stark line of crimson tracked down Camilla’s sternum, obscuring her ink. She began to cry. And still, she did not budge.

Spencer shrugged, then climbed on top of the stretcher, her thighs straddling Camilla’s waist as she dug the tip of the horn into the edge of her Khaos symbol.

I took a cautious step closer, ready to protect Spencer if needed. Until I saw the raw fear and agony swimming in Camilla’s eyes, fissures appearing in her resolution.Not long now.

“Who do you work for? Who is the leader of Khaos?”

Quiet dragged on so long that the air thickened with wild anticipation. Then, it snapped.

I watched on in fascination as Spencer metamorphosed in front of me, her maniacal grin so wide her teeth shone with the promise of a harsh, venomous bite.

As if in glee, she braced her weapon and began carving into Camilla’s chest.

Spencer was the fucking devil, and she wasmine.

My Ghost was a vision, wreaking havoc on our prisoner while looking like a supermodel. I had never been more turned on in my entire fucking life, lust writhing in my veins like an uncontrollable hurricane. If Spencer wasn’t careful, I’d kill Camilla myself and fuck her over the dead bitch’s corpse before it had even cooled.

Spencer looked deep in concentration as she finished off the final touches. After a tilted head of approval, I helped her down and studied her handy work. She had completely destroyed Camilla’s tattoo, slicing a crude crown directly over the marred black ink.

For some reason, seeing the Sovereign motif cancelling out the Khaos one had Camilla’s mind fracturing into pieces.

She fought against her restraints. Howled, laughed, sobbed and giggled.

Spencer looked on with an amused expression, continuing to suck on that endless ball of candy. I had to adjust my unrelenting cock that wouldn’t give me a goddamn break. I was rubbed raw, and at that point, my dick was going to fall off.

After a time, Spencer exhaled with a disappointed sigh. “I think we’ve broken her.”

“Not quite.”

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