Page 51 of Hades

“Right fucking now, sweet love.” He issued when she hesitated, a deer trapped in the headlights of its master. The air stretched taut and thick and one more second, he would have stalked forward and made her follow his order with harsh consequences but with a shrug she dropped the tray onto a counter and walked forward.

He smirked his pleasure.

“You know there’s dozens of bitches you can bark your orders at and they’ll wag their tails to comply.”

“But it’s your tail I want wagged today.” Never one to miss a reaction from her, he saw the goose bumps on her forearms. She was right to be anxious.

He was about to be extra deplorable. Just because he could, and she was his favorite sport. She stalled in the doorway of what was his office and he knew why. Smite, that ugly fuck and a new prospect were inside already.

“Don’t be shy, sweet love, no one is going to hurt you.”Today. She shuffled in and awaited her orders. If she thought, it was to fetch more food and beer she was sorely mistaken. There was only one avenue he hadn’t broken her with no matter what he did, and he intended to see that happen today, one way or another.

“Strip.” He issued. Saw her balk and looked between both men. Was he talking Swahili? Clicking his fingers, she hesitated before inhaling and the girl did as was told, dropping the ratty clothes to the floor.

As was expected, as if he’d never seen a pair of creamy tits before Smite snickered and grabbed his fat crotch.

“Gentleman, as you know we lost a sergeant recently and his position is up for grabs.” Mind games were some of his preferred sport, Hades felt it fizz through his bloodstream, the calm of knowing he was God to all and sundry. “And because I’m a generous bastard, it’s yours …” both prospect and one of his original members looked at each other, notably confused. And rightly so, for Hades to offer a high seat at his MC table, and to a prospect not even patched in ...what the fuck was he up totheir gazes translated. He smiled sinisterly and winked at the girl, statue still, clasping her hands together, her skin white as snow faded even further as if she had guessed his terms first, but, how could she? Only she knew it involved her somehow. He enjoyed her quick mind.

“So, if you want the position at my table, all you have to do is make my obedient slut here come.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep.” He answered Smite.

Glances were shared. One scared. Two were filled with lust. Hades took a seat behind the desk and waited, taking pleasure in how the girl’s skin seemed to sallow, her fingers, long and dainty, shaking in her clasped hands.

To give the girl her due she didn’t utter a word of protest, he watched her face the whole time, he always fucking watched her, she was a magnet for his eyes and he detested she brought that weakness out in him. She looked toward him and the hate he felt from her was a stroke to his own dick, like she was on her knees sucking him dry. He hummed and motioned for one of those idiots to begin.

All she had to do was ask him not to. The bitch never asked him for a thing.

It didn’t take long for Smite to jump into action, grabbing the girl roughly and dragging her over to the couch where he bent her over, unzipped his filth-covered jeans and proceeded to what Hades could only describe as a man trying to jack-rabbit himself out of the room.

Even the prospect’s jaw dropped open and rolled his eyes.

After two minutes of watching the no-rhythm fucking Hades was bored shitless and he whistled. “That’s enough.”

The bruises weren’t only on her skin now, they were clear in her haunted eyes, they were down to her soul and for lack of a better word, Hades was delighted with his victory.

He’d taken a healthy, lively, beautiful creature and turned her into—what? His toy? No, something more meaningful than that, she was etched on his darkness, she’d become part of his waking day and his dreamless nights when he forced her to sleep at his side. It was more than master and slave, this girl, this wilful, broken fuck-toy was his creation.

The monster with its very own doll.

Frankenstein would be proud.

It was testament to the level amount of lessons he’d given the girl over the past three years that she didn’t even need directing where to go, she walked over to the prospect and stood trembling in front of him.

Now this guy was new. Connor Murphy came recommended from one of his other men, Hades wasn’t sure of him yet, he looked fucking wet behind the ears if truth be told. He grafted, and went where he was told, but as for testing his metal, that would come. She was stoic now, no longer the girl who would curse him out, she’d locked herself away and it was hard for Hades to penetrate down to where the scared little rabbit resided anymore, but it was fun digging.

What a good drone.My beautifully destroyed puppet.

Where once she’d had a little temper on her, fighting and scratching, begging and demanding, she followed blindly whatever he said.

Jump here, sweet love, go there, sweet love.

Ultimate obedience had been Hades goal, hadn’t it? He pondered, watching her skin from top to toe, something stirred in the air, a feeling pooling low in his gut,it had its own atmosphere and heartbeat.A sadistic smile touched his mouth seeing her toes curl into the floor and she shuddered, most probably chilled, it couldn’t be shame, she was naked more often than not, clothes were a luxury to his sweet, little bitch.

Her feet dirty, he didn’t permit her shoes, her blonde hair dulled by lack of shampoo, she earned every piece of vanity, but it seemed she’d lost care for any of those things, long since stopped asking for even something as simple as a shower. Goal achieved. So why wasn’t he bored with her just yet? Why wasn’t he burying the girl in a shallow grave at the back of his property? As with all games they come to an end eventually.

First, he wanted to see how the prospect treated the girl.

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