Page 47 of Hades

Christ. This girl made him offer bargains like he was goddamn Amazon Prime.

In truth, her subservient acquiescence was his ultimate prize, to see her so disconnected to the life she once had, the one she clung to, was the pot of gold at the end of his sadistic rainbow. Her refusal had become a game and Hades never walked away unless he was the winner.

Possessiveness, furious as it clawed at the inside of his head when he unloaded his come inside her prone body. It was like fucking a corpse, only he reckoned he might get more action from the fucking stiff than he did the girl. Even when he’d choked her she didn’t flicker, almost like she’d wanted him to kill her. He could. Her pain was so good, though. Delicious.

Tension thrummed, hot and heavy, zinging throughout the room as he climbed off the bed and helped himself to the beer he’d left on the table.

He watched her while he drank in thirsty gulps, wiping drips that escaped his lips and landed on his beard, she curled into herself, lifting her knees into her chest, otherwise she didn’t move, didn’t speak.

There’s a lot of ways to ruin people.

Corruption.

Greed.

Extortion.

Lies.

Even murder being the most extreme. Hades resorted to murder more often than not when deals went bad and he’s left to pick up the pieces.

Today was a bad day, what with that prick Marinos sticking his fucking nose into Hades business yet again, this time cutting him off at the knees with his coke shipment. So, he’d come back to the club, unscheduled and taken his temper out on the girl, his fuck-toy was his valve. If he could break her, he’d feel a sense of control return to his limbs.

As it stood, she was a fucking mannequin doll laid on his bed. Not crying, her tears had dried up long ago. She gave him nothing, no cries of pain, no shame or pleading for him to be merciful. In the early days he’d loved her crying, her tears tasted better than any malt whiskey and he lapped them up, laughing as he thrust and hurt her.

Just give me your obedience. He must have said that one sentence a million times and each time it was met with afuck you, demon.

He hurt the girl even more. She just didn’t understand, if she gave in her life would become marginally better.

Stupidity reined strong and he was not inclined to clue her in any time soon.

Pulling on his jeans, he slipped into a shirt and left her there, already bored, he had to sort out this shit storm with Marinos once and for all or the cocksucker would break his bank if he continued to be where Hades didn’t want him to be.

This was only a setback, he recognized, and still, he was angry. It shimmered in his bones, making his gait all the menacing as he walked through the club, nodding to greetings. He pulled up one of his men, a shitty bastard recruited just last year straight from prison for raping his own sister when he was just a young boy.

“When the girl emerges from my room, make sure she doesn’t wash.” He informed. He wanted her tainted with him inside and out. She wanted to play hardball, he’d play. “And if she wants food … make her work for it.” A dark, dirty gleam entered the man’s eyes and Hades recognized the look for the evil it was. He smiled.

“Yeah, sure thing, Prez. Bitch will have to pay real good. Can I have a go if she gets lippy?” she would most assuredly get lippy. The girl didn’t know when to shut it. He considered it for a moment, having been overly rough on her, he could allow her time to heal, what with what several weeks ago when they’d needed to get in an emergency doctor …kind of doctor, the dude went to medical school for a semester back in the day before petty crime and drug use became his sport … to sort out her little pregnancy situation, so what if it had nearly killed her, bitch was fine now.

“Are you the cutter?”

The man shook his head. “Not me, Prez. That’s Can’t-Right.” Ah, yeah. That crazy shit. Can’t-Right liked to cut the whores with a flick knife while he gave them his cock. Whatever fetish he had, he didn’t want the girl cut up, unless he was there to see.

“If she steps out of line.” He gave permission.

He had an idea of what would finally have the girl’s obedience to stop her from trying to run.

He’d deal with that soon, but first; Marinos, boy wonder and local dickhead.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Sliding Doors.”

“She’s lucky she isn’t dead, man. Maybe she should get an IUD or the pill. Abortions aren’t meant to be used as a contraception.” Said the man addressing Hades whilst wiping his hands on a towel. Hades locked eyes with him for a second before he shrugged and handed the wannabe doctor now drug addict a roll of notes for his service yet again. Maybe he’s right, he should get the girl on something or else he’d have a brood of brats running around with his DNA and the world just didn’t need that. He didn’t want that. He was decent enough to not put his or his father’s genetics into circulation.

“She’ll bleed for a while, she needs fluids and rest.”

Again, Hades nodded and motioned for his second in command to help the girl out to his truck. She hadn’t spoken a word for the journey, nor when the procedure happened in this guy’s basement. It smelled like Cheetos and jizz and Hades wanted to get the hell out of there before he gagged into his own hand.

---