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And the head of a black snake starts to slither out.
Asnake! Slithersout! From his fuckingmouth!
I let loose a fierce and violent scream, watching it come. Inches upon inches of it. It meets my neck.
I fall silent. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
It’s too much.
‘Oh no, you don’t.’ I feel his hand tap the side of my cheek. It’s as though I'm looking up through a long tunnel, and at the end is only him. ‘You stay with me.’ He plants a soft kiss on my lips. ‘Or do you wish to forfeit?’
He waits. I know that if I forfeit, he will let me go. I will be free to leave, and he will not stop me. That’s the deal we made.
But the payoff is too great. The prize is too tempting.
I shake my head and take a breath.
‘I am yours, Deimos. Lord of Fear.’
Chapter 12
Fear
My Pretty Prey. Such a beautifully broken little thing. They are all so breakable. Inside and out. Fragile little bones. Easily ripped skin. Skulls fit only for crushing. Eyes desperate for plucking.
But this female is so delicious, I can’t help but want to play with her. The scent of her fear is intoxicating. And powerful.
Fuck. I have never felt such a charge from a single human’s terror. As she’s made her way through my house of horror, she has vibrated with fear, feeding me. Making me strong. Securing my place in this vessel.
So much sin corrupts this male I have taken. His insides are black with it. Rotten with it. He’s perfect. And to hear the faint echo of his screams as he burns in the depths of Hell is a sweet chorus I can enjoy for as long as his meat suit can handle me.
Her entire body is shaking, making her bare breasts hypnotic as they move. Her plump lips wobble. Her eyes are wide and scared beyond reason. Beyond all sense.
I inhale, taking in her aroma as deeply as I can. My body pulses with strength, further cementing my hold on this vessel.
All the souls I have claimed tonight combined wouldn’t make up half of what she has given me.
A powerful little conduit. Unlike any other I have seen.
But of course, she would be. Considering her parentage.
The snake I released slithers around her neck, wrapping its long, scaled body several times around her dainty little throat.
I can’t resist. I need to touch my prize who has agreed to give herself to me and my brothers. I can smell that Lust and Pain have claimed her.
Now… It’s my turn.
I run my fingers between her breasts. She flinches and lets out a little whimper at such a gentle bit of contact.
My sweet girl.
I caress her softly, down her stomach, over her hips, which stick out far too much.
Did these fools not feed her? The human wiccans have clearly forgotten how much they need their conduits. How valuable they are. How they are to be worshipped.
Which is why we have been released. They did not earn her loyalty. They betrayed her. So now she is ours. And so are their souls.
She grips the table’s edge, as if securing herself in place, never mind the restraints. She wants to run. My presence evokes a deep-rooted fear, even without all I have done and plan to do.
