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One hand remained clutching the flower, while the other drifted downward, resting on her lower belly for a moment before sliding even lower. Her eyes flew open, and she immediately snatched the hand back as if she’d been burned. Within seconds, it was drifting back downward.
Fucking hell.She was scared of touching herself. Ashamed of her own desire. That meant my little cult girl was probably a virgin.
I couldn’t believe it. I assumed these devil-worshipping freaks had wild orgies by a bonfire every night after drinking blood from chalices and speaking in tongues. Never in my wildest dreams did I think any of their girls would still be virgins above the age of eighteen. And this girl was definitely over eighteen. Without the makeup and modern clothing I was used to seeing on city girls, it was hard to tell an exact age, but given her facial features and voluptuous curves, I’d guess she was somewhere between twenty and twenty-four.
My cock was even harder now. A sweet, naïve little virgin would make my plan a thousand times better.
Onscreen, her face strained, and she bit her lower lip and slid her trembling hand downward again, legs slightly widening. Once more, it didn’t last. She pulled it right back again, face turning pink with shame.
I wondered if she’devermade herself come before. Immediately after that thought occurred to me, I decided that she probably hadn’t. Given the furtive, embarrassed actions unfolding on the footage before me, I figured she was probably too ashamed to come. Some part of her sect’s doctrine must have taught her that she wasn’t allowed to feel pleasure. That something terrible would befall her if she lost her virtue in any way.
One day, I could use that knowledge of her innermost beliefs and desires. Teach her to let go of the shame and hand over all control to me. But not yet. For now, I had to keep watching her from a distance while my plan took shape.
Once it all came to fruition, I could whisk her away from this strange, dark little corner of the world. I would make her mine; my trained, submissive pet. She would be terrified and full ofhate and resentment toward me, the monster who dragged her into the underworld, but that was simply too fucking bad. The Covenant needed to be taught a lesson, and this girl was going to be the collateral damage in that process.
A normal man would probably have sympathy for her, given her age and sense of innocence, but I’d lost all sense of empathy when it came to these witchy wilderness freaks years ago.
They took from me, and I would take from them in return.
They destroyed someone close to me, and I would destroy someone close to them in return.
Real eye-for-an-eye shit, Old Testament style. Given their quasi-Christian origins, they’d surely understand that much, once they finally cottoned onto what was going on.
The right day wasn’t here yet, and it probably wouldn’t come for a long time, given how much preparation I’d have to do in order for everything to run smoothly. So, for now, I’d keep lurking in the shadows, keeping watch over the trail camera and making the occasional hike to the border fence to leave gifts for my future captive.
Waiting, waiting, waiting…
Waiting for the day I finally came for her.
