Page 30 of Possess Us
She stops by another and takes a roll of money.
‘You better make her scream for this,’ she snarls.
‘She’ll scream,’ Lust replies. ‘Don’t worry about that.’
Lust stands over me, grinning a sly and mischievous grin.
‘Get me out of here,’ I warn.
‘Why would I want to do that?’ he replies, the tips of his fingers trailing up my inner thigh. ‘You look so beautiful strapped down, Little Soul. It’s inspiring many ideas.’
I tug against the restraints again.
‘Lust. Let me go.’
He reaches out his arm, beckoning someone over.
Nate. He slowly walks towards us, the crowd parting and his eyes searching for any sign of immediate threat.
He glances at the doors. He won’t get there before they catch him.
He joins Lust.
‘What the fuck are you doing here?!’ he hisses at him. ‘You brought her here? Are you insane?’ He takes another look around. ‘Is Xion here?’
‘She’s a gift for you,’ Lust says, resting his arm over his shoulders and facing me. ‘I made the ring mistress here aware of our arrival and paid handsomely to allow you to play with her in front of all these good people. A little mid auction show.’ He sighs happily and reaches for a blade before placing it in Nate's hand. They watch each other, and it’s clear Nate is confused.
But the promise of me as prey, and the bonus of an audience, is too great even for him.
His fingers curl around the blade Lust offers, and he walks to the foot of the table.
I look at Lust with more hatred than ever before.
‘Fucker,’ I snarl.
He fucking winks at me and steps back, ready to watch whatever acts Nate plans to do to me.
Nate removes my shoes and caresses my feet, rubbing their soles with his thumb. Clearly, the promise of pain has overtaken any fear he had of a potential threat.
No. He is no longer prey. He is my carver and killer. And the demon I so foolishly trusted has handed me over to suffer in front of a crowd.
‘I want her unrestrained,’ Nate says darkly. ‘Where is the fun in playing with her if she’s tied down?’
‘Like shooting fish in a barrel, huh?’ Lust replies.
But Nate’s hardly listening, focused only on me and his twisted little scenarios running through his mind.
His thumb trails straight down the centre of the sole of my foot, following the scar from the night I was first brought here.
I tried to run. I almost made it to a door.
Almost.
I was dragged back to my little cage, and to make sure I didn’t try to run again, they sliced the base of my feet just deep enough to make them bleed every time I stepped on them.
‘Don’t…’ I warn.
Like my words ever made a difference to this fucker. The more I cried, the harder he went. The more I screamed, the stronger he got.
