Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
She turns her head, her dark eyes once again piercing parts of me that I believed dead. Why this girl? I’ve been around many women, and I’ve craved none of them until this moment.
“And I’ll be able to walk away without being harmed?”
“Sure, baby. If you survive the fucking, you can go on your merry way.”
“What will you do to me if you catch me?”
“Whatever we want, short of killing you.”
I wait for her answer, unsure if I’ll take her “no” if she utters it.
“If I say no, what will happen to me?”
I dip my hand into the baptismal bath full of blood before bringing it to my mouth and licking it clean. “I’ll still have some sort of fun.”
“Why aren’t you taking what you want right now?”
“Because I’m many things, but I’m not a rapist. I want to hurt you during sex, make it hurt, but I want you to agree. There’s no power in force. I want you on your knees gazing up at me like an apostle looking up at Jesus. Like a religious zealot. I want you to sleep, dream, and ponder ways to please me. The devotion I seek must be achieved willingly, not through force.”
“So this is some fucked-up cult, and you want me to be your newest member?”
“I wouldn’t object to calling you my latest disciple, but I’d rather shove my cock down your throat and call you my dirty little slut.”
Chapter Eleven
EDEN
“How do I know you won’t kill me as soon as I agree to your fucked-up game?”
The vampire wannabe grips the back of my neck and hovers his body over mine as he brushes the rough pad of his thumb against my bottom lip. “You don’t, Doe. That’s the fun part.” His head dips, and he inhales as he glides the tip of his nose along my neck. “Death isn’t to be feared. We all have to die.”
“Sure, but most of us don’t kick the bucket before the age of thirty.”
He chuckles, wrapping his arm around my waist as he pulls me to him. “Little Doe, I died when I was eight. Just because we’re physically here doesn’t mean we’re living.”
I place my hands flat against his hard chest and push back, trying to create some space to clear my mind. He steps back. But the peace is silenced instantly as the roar of the chainsaw assaults my ears.
Turning, I see the insane man from earlier, and I’m brought back to the realm of reality. Whatever The Beasts are, they’re insane, and I’m certifiable to be standing still instead of running out of this church to save my life.
“Looks like you’ve met my brother,” the masked man with the chainsaw says. He revs it before shutting it down, holding the object by his side.
“I haven’t met anyone,” I say, my eyes moving from one beast to the other. “I got lost in the woods and thought I’d found a church, not three mad men who would accost me.”
It’s ironic that I revert to thinking I can appeal to the religious sentimentality of men. Asking a man of God for help is a mirage in the desert when you’re dying of thirst. The men who kneel at the altar of God and sing joyous hymns about his bountiful glory are the same men that devour your carcass for their coffers until all that’s left of you is withering skin and broken bones.
“How rude of us,” the vampire says, flashing a devilish smile that highlights his too-sharp incisors. “My name is Asmodeus.” He points to the chainsaw dude. “That’s Abaddon, and the one you saw first after waking is Iblis.”
“Your mother didn’t teach you manners, huh?”
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because Asmodeus holds my neck with force and rushes across the floor, slamming me into the wall. He grabs my tit in his other large, tattooed hand and twists painfully. “I was up for making a deal, Doe, but I think I should strip you bare and fuck that cunt hole of a mouth until you’re rendered speechless.”
Logically I knew this would be rape. He’s not concerned about my well-being, but my body is turned the fuck on. I’m pretty sure my vag could turn the Sahara into the rainforest right now. I hate myself for enjoying how this man’s calloused hands roam my body. The sad reality is that my stupid pussy is about to beg for more.
A loud clang on the floor. My eyes meet the other psycho. Abaddon drops the chainsaw on the floor and rips his pants off his body like they’re on fire.
Asmodeus turns to him. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Abaddon glares back from the same blue eyes. They have matching bright blue eyes, so vibrant that they pierce you even in the darkness. Eyes that would be beautiful in a different setting.