Page 58 of Jagged Souls
He clings on.
Squeezes me tighter.
I slowly become aware of my surroundings, of Louise, a healer, having arrived at the Shadow House. Of Leno crying, begging her to help him.
Guilt crushes me. I try to apologize, but he ignores me completely, all of his focus elsewhere.
Needing to do something helpful, I push Rudy away. He lets me go this time. I’m not mindless with rage anymore. I’m wielding it like a fucking weapon.
“Phone,” I demand as I hold out my hand.
Enoch studies me for a moment before retrieving it with his telekinesis.
Stepping away so I don’t break Louise’s concentration, I look down at my phone. The video has been paused with the fucker’s cock halfway in my wife. Dark energy claws at my skin, demanding vengeance and violence. My rage burns cold, and I tear my eyes from the video, looking below it instead.
Posted one hour ago.
Sixty thousand views.
Nine comments.
Closing the page, I call Stefaan Black. He answers on the first ring.
“I’m hiring every single one of your assassins. All their other jobs end now.”
“I can’t –”
“Antonio has your daughter, and he posted a video of her torture. I want Goodbye World” –the best hacker group in the world and part of his gang– “to scrub it from the web and any device it’s been downloaded to. I want messages made out of every single fucker who has viewed it. I don’t care what the price is to make that happen.”
His voice goes deadly quiet. “Where is she?”
“Get your men on the video, Stefaan. I want it fucking down, and everyone who’s seen it tortured.”
He snaps out an order to whoever is beside him, calling all of his assassins back temporarily (so as not to void their contracts), regardless of what they’re doing. Then he returns to me. “Where. Is. She?”
“Morning Springs, West Virginia,” I say just as Mother arrives with Aleric and the other vampires. “We hit in an hour.”
Fourteen
HER
The men might’ve enjoyed what I did to Eduardo’s face, but it isn’t enough to make them see me as one of them. As soon as I’m wheeled into their living quarters, they drag me out of the hospital bed and force me onto a breeding table.
An actual, bonafide fucking breeding table.
It’s in three parts. One table with leather straps for my arms and two separate pillars with ties for my ankles. The pillars are on locking wheels so my legs can be moved to wherever they want them.
I fight like a hellcat as they throw me down onto my back. They drag me across the table until my ass is near the edge. Hourglass pins me down by my throat while Sadist, Grubs, and Chucky get me strapped in. I kick Chucky in the balls, so he punches me in the face until I pass out.
I come to a few seconds later, as the last strap gets pulled tight on my elbow. By not tying my wrists down, I can still give them handjobs. My head is killing me, and one of my eyes is swollen shut. As I struggle to see past the blood and the stars dancing behind my eyes, Grubs steps between my legs and spits on my pussy. He rubs his saliva over me as he takes out his short, fat cock. “You’re such a good girl, letting me make love to your pretty little cunt,” he says. He lines his cock up with my hole.
Just as he’s about to thrust in though, Softie, the guy who couldn’t get it up earlier, says, “Fuck her in the morning, Michael. I want to go to bed.”
His real name might be Michael, but I am still going to call him Grubs. He doesn’t deserve that level of respect.
“But –”
“That table’s loud as fuck.”
