Page 93 of Justyce
Draconis stands naked with a knife in one and a whip in the other. His taunting smirk implores for me to say one thing out of line, to provoke the monster that he no doubt is. Instead, I remain mute, anticipating his next move with trepidation. Even through all this, the survivor in me stands tall, telling me not to cower.
“Ready to play, cunt?” he hisses and my neck snaps up. I must have fallen asleep because I swear he was across the other end of the dungeon a moment ago.
Every cell in my body beseeches me to keep my mouth closed but I don’t. My dry chapped lips open and it feels as if I have a mouthful of cotton shoved in it.
“Not particularly,” my voice comes out raspy and I hate how weak I sound.
He laughs. “Too bad. It’s time to play.”
A tearing sound fills the cold air around us and I realize I must have passed out again, because when I focus I find Draconis shredding the remainder of my clothes off me.
I go to cover myself up but cry out in agony instead when I realize my hands are tied above my head and I’m against a wall. Peering up and then down at my body, fear settles in.
Mingled colors of crimson and purple coat my body, more so than the milky flesh I had before entering this fucked up hell. Lacerations and what look like finger prints mark the areas in between and I begin to weep because I don’t remember a fucking thing.
Finding what little strength I have left, I stare up into Draconis, daring him to finish what he started. To end my life like he wants to. Like I want him to.
He smiles, actually fucking smiles and then as if reading my mind he says, “Oh Kenzi, I don’t want you dead, haven’t you received that memo yet? I need you fractured, a broken little doll that’ll open her legs and mouth for me whenever I need a quick fix. Having you here with me and away from Justyce will annihilate him, and when he realizes exactly where you are, it’ll be too late.”
He blurs in front of me, the tears taking front and center, falling like a damn waterfall down my splintered body while the sobs rack through me.
Justyce. He doesn’t know where I am, that’s why he hasn’t come for me. For some obnoxious reason my almost dead heart flares to life, pumping blood viciously throughout my body as if it can save me from my fucked up fate.
I feel pressure down below and it takes a moment for me to realize what’s happening. Peering down, I notice Draconis rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit.
Bucking backward, I curse at him, legs flailing as I try and fade into the oblivion, callous wall behind me to no avail.
Draconis laughs and it comes out sounding unhinged and dark, signaling the worst is yet to come.
Footfalls sound behind him and hope blooms. I risk a glance up to the doorway to see who it is. My hope falters, replaced by repulsion and more fear when I meet the cold eyes of Dereke and Georgie.
It takes me a few moments to compute what’s happening here. And when the penny drops, so does my heart.
Dereke was in on it. He lured me here. It’s the only viable option in my skull. But why?
Draconis must have sensed we have an audience because he flicks his head over his shoulder and chuckles. “Welcome boys, take a seat, you can have your turn real soon.”
I have no emotion and I’ll show them none either. I don’t flinch or even allow a muscle to spasm when Dereke and Georgie enter the cell and sit in old plastic lawn chairs with their eyes trained on my naked dirty body.
They’re here to take a piece of me, to ruin and muddy the girl I once was. It’s sad the only thought I can muster is how I wish I could warn my mother what a scumbag her boyfriend is.
As if reading my thoughts, Dereke smirks and says, “Aw, baby girl, it was always going to be this way.” His beady eyes flicker between me and Draconis and I sense the foreboding rippling around us.
“Does mum know?” I ask hoarsely.
“Your mum is knee deep in cocaine. She has no idea what’s going on and she’ll never find out, that I can promise you.”
Bile floats and swirls around, I’m going to be sick again. Before I can make good on that promise, Draconis sits back and brings his blade up, swiping it across my collar bone.
Screaming out in agony, I feel the warm liquid drip down and pool between my tits. Averting my eyes, I focus on calming my breaths and wishing the pain away.
Looking down, I see vermillion rivulets trickling down my body and then three sets of hands take residence on my flesh.
Panicked, I rip my vision from the blood and find Dereke, Draconis and Georgie watching me with hunger in their eyes.
Another scream tears out of me when one of them prod my opening, scissoring fingers into me. I’m so dry it pulls more unholy cries from me at the invasion.
“I’ve thought about this moment more times than I care to recall,” Dereke admits and I know it’s his filthy digits inside of me. “How are you still so tight,” he groans and I can no longer hold the vomit at bay.
