Page 6 of Dark Knight

I leaned closer, suppressing the urge to vomit. "Can you just sit here with me for a moment? Maybe give me a hug? I just want to know that it's okay."

He scooted closer to me on the bed, and I prayed that my plan would work. I just had to get him relaxed enough that he didn't notice when I took the key. "Is your boss going to use me before he sends me back?" I asked as Sean's arms surrounded me.

His fingers tightened painfully around one of my shoulders. "I won't let him touch you. I want to get you away from here before any of the others realize that the sale has gone through."

I pulled away just enough to look up into his face. "Will you touch me?" I made my voice lilt upwards at the end, sounding hopeful, even though it was the last thing I wanted.

His pupils dilated. "I don't think that's appropriate. You're the future Light Mother."

"I just want to erase the memory of his...hands on me." I paused a little before saying the word hands to get a different meaning across, and Sean took the bait.

"Did he defile you?"

I nodded, letting my lower lip quiver. It wasn't hard to summon tears in my current situation. In fact, I'd been struggling not to cry this whole time. I pushed up from his lap, turning away from him as though I wanted to hide my shame.

"Where did he touch you?" Sean asked as he turned me to face him once more.

I stood between his legs as I pulled the dress over my head in one smooth movement. Thankfully, the formless shape helped me in this instance. It revealed everything to him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "I shouldn't be seeing this," he whispered, moving one hand to his eyes.

I gently took it from him and placed it between my legs. "This is where he liked to touch me the most." It was actually a lie. Sampson had never touched me there.

"I'll kill him for you." Sean's voice was filled with awe and vengeance in equal measures.

It was now or never, so I dangled the carrot I knew he wanted in front of him. "You could be a Light Brother, you know."

His gaze snapped up to mine, surprise pushing his brows high on his face.

"I know how it works," I said quietly. "I've always known that I was supposed to be the Light Mother and what that entailed, and you're my hero. You're my savior. I can make you a Light Brother if I petition the Light Father, right? Then you could touch me as much as you wanted."

His hand twitched between my legs, as though he couldn't help but try to seek out the most intimate part of me. "You want me to be a Light Brother?"

I bit my lower lip and gave him a very small smile before nodding. "If you become a Light Brother, there's nothing wrong with the way you're touching me, is there?"

He shook his head. "No, in fact, this would be the least of it. You understand that, right?"

"Could you..." I looked down, pretending to be bashful. "Could you show me how I'm supposed to be touched? As the Light Mother?"

"Fuck," the word dropped from his lips, and I knew that I had won. Part of me hated myself. I'd fallen so easily back into the role of the meek, subservient girl, the one who did anything and everything for the men who controlled her. "You swear on the vow that you'll make me a Light Brother?"

I nodded. I didn't want him to touch me, and I didn't trust my voice at that moment to say anything without betraying the way I truly felt inside.

He pulled his hand free from between my legs and grabbed my boobs, squeezing them like he was trying to milk a cow. As he worked, I began to fake little moans so he relaxed even more. "I'll show you how it's supposed to be, Brittany, don't worry. I'll make you feel the love of the Children of Radiance."

Being called by my old name and hearing the name of the cult in one go sent a shudder of disgust through me. Fortunately, he interpreted it differently. "Could you take these off? They remind me of him. If you're going to show me the real thing, I don't want to think about him, just you."

Sean made quick work of my cuffs before moving to his belt and pants, pulling them down past his knees so his manhood stood freely. I could tell he was eager to see me on it, but that wasn't going to happen.

Not in a million years.

I moved my hands tightly through Sean's hair, the short strands tickling my fingers. He looked up at me and grinned, clearly thinking I was getting into it. What he didn't expect was me yanking his head down to meet my knee. The crunch of his nose echoed through the room as blood gushed and streamed down his face. He threw his head back and yelled in pain. I took advantage of the opening and kicked him in the balls.

Part of me knew I should lock him up, make him wear the same cuffs that had just been on me moments ago, but I was too panicked, too desperate to escape. I ran from the room instead. I didn’t even care that I was naked as I fled.

I ran faster than I'd ever run before. My feet slapped against the concrete floor.

As I pushed for more and more speed, it started to feel like my feet were barely making contact with the floor. My lungs burned with the need to stop and suck in big mouthfuls of air, but I knew I couldn't slow down.

Footfalls sounded behind me a few moments later, echoing thanks to the concrete and the big boots he wore. Sean was following, trying to catch me. I knew I only had this one opportunity, that he wouldn't fall for the same trick again.

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