Page 87 of Satan's Spawn
What the hell did Crayton do to Felix? And why didn’t Felix tell me?
I crawl closer to the door, pressing my ear against it, even though I can hear what they’re saying clearly.
“He’s defying me. Fucker is lucky I didn’t drown his ass in that tub.”
“Are you sure it’s because he’s defying you?” she questions with a condescending tone.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you’ve gone soft.”
I can feel the tension in the room grow thick with Crayton’s malice, so much it has me actually fearing for Alexis’ safety. Well, that is, until I remember how much of a thunder cunt she can be.
Which only takes like…I don’t know…a second.
“Soft huh?” The question oozes animosity, even danger. “That’s quite an accusation coming fromthe queen.” He emphasizes the role she threw in my face.
“Crayton, I—” Alexis tries, but even I know she’s got no shot of finishing her statement.
“You know what’s the most dangerous part about being queen?” I hear what sounds like strangled breathing come from Alexis before Crayton adds, “Answering to the king.”
Tiny cries escape Alexis’ mouth, mixed with some pleasure…but mostly pain.
Does she actually want his anger?
“Bend that ass over the bed. Now. So I can show you how soft I’ve gotten.”
Alexis must oblige, because the sound of a zipper opening follows shortly after, and then a soft feminine croon.
“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me, baby.”
“I said…I’m not your fucking baby.” The distinct sound of a hand slapping bare flesh reverberates across the room. “You are nothing but my little whore, a warm cunt to fuck the way I want to. Got it?”
“Yes.” She moans.
That renders another slap.
“Louder.”
“Yes!” Alexis shouts, right before her cries of passion become muffled by something, maybe Crayton’s hand.
“Moving forward, you will not breathe around the new girl unless I allow you to. Fuck that, you won’t breatheat allunless I allow you to.”
Another stifled “yes” proceeds that demand, along with a louder slap.
Then another, and another whip of Crayton’s hand until sobs rise out of Alexis.
Holy shit, this is insane. She’s actually letting him degrade her this way. In fact, she’s encouraging it.
The bed starts creaking between grunts and heavy breaths, both Alexis’ and Crayton’s.
I listen intently, my mouth going dry when I picture the gorgeous scowl that’s been haunting my nightmares.
And my wet dreams.
What I’m about to do is no doubt a terrible idea, but my intrigue for Crayton just turned into full on neurosis with his guttural noises.
I reach my arm up as slowly as my eagerness will allow, and twist the knob millimeter by millimeter until the door opens just a crack. I peek through the opening, and watch Crayton with his back to me as he viciously fucks Alexis from behind.
