Page 137 of The Satyr's Guilt
Jarek struggled despite being weakened bythe pitchblende. He punched the fatter guard in the stomach,twisted around, and pulled up his pants. The skinnier guard claspedboth arms behind his back while the male he had hit began to usehis fists on his cheek and his jaw.
“Not the face,” shouted the visitingmale. “Don’t ruin his face.”
So, the guards threw punches to his gut.Eventually, they subdued him, dragging him back to the pillowswhere they once again pulled down his pants.
The man touched Jarek’s ass, spreading hischeeks. He then took his cock and rammed into Jarek. He rutted,grunted, pounded until he stopped. The rest was a blur for theyoung djinn.
That’s the moment Jarek changed.
No matter how much the stone drained him,whenever he had a visitor he fought back, hitting his guards,hitting his visitors, male or female. He didn’t care.
Eventually, they chained him. When heresisted, they yanked the chain to control him.
After each visit, he emptied his stomachonto the floor in the corner. In time, he no longer did.
He made a lot of money for the pig-eyed man.Perhaps his visitors enjoyed his rebellious spirit. He didn’t carewhat they liked at all.
One day he found the stone. Under a rugamongst other rocks. Now he had to get it out of his room.Afterward, he would kill them all. Afterward, he would find Hassem,who would wish for death.
Jarek turned most of his anger inward,however. He reserved his greatest hatred for himself. No matter howhard he fought, each time a female came in to use him, he becamearoused. Despite his revulsion, when some of the males raped him,he found himself engorged with lust. So much so, he often had torelieve himself. If only he could control his own reaction, hecould despise himself less.
When a guard was distracted, he buried thepitchblende in a stew he had not finished. The guard unwittinglyremoved it in his left-over dinner. He waited. He watched. He grewstrong. When the time was right, he slayed all the guards, thepig-eyed owner, and any of the visitors he could find. He freed thethree djinn who had been captured with him.
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“It’s time to talk again,luv.”
“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,Miller. Hold a sec,” said Braelyn. She nodded to Rein, her handmuffling the mouthpiece. “Are you headed out?”
“Yeah. Gotta go. Call if he has importantinfo.”
Braelyn stood on her toes, clutching Rein’sneck, brushing her lips across his. “Stay safe, vampire.”
“This is just a little recon.”
“You heard me.” She nodded and returned toMiller. “I’m back. What’s up?”
“I have a name for you. My contact heardfrom a tracker. He gave me a name which isn’t on your list.”
“Who is it?”
“Jace de Vries. She should be in New Paltz,New York where she works in a winery, but she hasn’t been there formonths. It’s not like she would have skived off the job. One dayshe simply didn’t show. The winery is a bit miffed.”
“Did she make a habit of not showing forwork?”
“My source said the winery claimed she wasthe ideal worker. Always on time, never out sick, hard worker,smart. Our tracker also went to her home. The place has been vacantfor a while. Neighbors are worried. Apparently, she’s always beenthe pleasant, sociable sort.”
“We don’t have her. I’ll ask our IT guy tocheck out hospitals, blood tests, and all that stuff. See if shecould have been found by Cerberus. If she’s in those records, thenews is doubly bad.” She paused. “Before you go, I have a few morequestions.”
Miller cleared his throat. “Why not. I’vegot nothing else to do, luv.”
“You know our bloodlines, right? Which magewe each came from?”
“I know the bloodlines. Sure.”
“Do you know about me? Spill.”
“Niviane. You’re from Niviane. After theSchism, she and the Cambion apparently had a falling out. Shemarried a human bloke and had a child. You’re from her line.”
