"I just know how much you like to obey my orders, is all." I turn around suddenly and he runs right into my chest. I grab the back of his neck and pull him even closer, "Be a good boy and get her a snack will you?"
"Asshole." He mutters under his breath as he tries to yank his head away, but I hold it firmly in place.
"What? I didn't quite catch that…" I grab his groin with my other hand holding it just as hard as his neck. His breath catches in his throat and I feel his cock harden in my palm. He clears his throat but doesn't give me the answer he knows I want, so I squeeze my grasp on his growing cock.
"Okay, okay." His words quiver as they accompany his labored breaths.
"You can do better than that." I let my lips graze his.
"Y-es, sir. I'll get her a snack." His words hiss through his teeth.
"That's a good boy." I drag my hand up his chest and lace it around his thick throat while crashing my lips onto his. I let him go and he takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as he assesses me. I can't help but notice the way his pants are tented. I would drop him to his knees right here and now, but he needs to follow through with my command.
I release my hold and take a small step back waiting for him to obey like I know he will. He stalls for a moment before following his order with a scowl on his face.
We need to get Elliott better. We need her to start talking.
For Kameron's sake.
8
Samuel
“Tell me Abigail…” I walk to where she sits in the wooden chair, arms strapped to the arm rest as I look down at her. “How does my ‘wife-to-be’ just vanish out of thin air? The very air you were supposed to be in?”
“S-sir, sh-e needed some air after the cleansing ceremony–” her breath catches in her throat, “I was trying to give her what she needed. I helped her into the bath and then left to prepare for the bonding–”
Joshua drags the belt out from his pant loops before wrapping it around her neck, yanking it back, forcing her to look straight up at me. Tears stream out of the corner of her eyes as the belt digs into her skin further. Her eyes scan my face which I keep neutral as I watch her squirm.
“Lying is a sin the Divine frowns upon, Abigail.”
I watch the way her throat bobs against the belt as she swallows hard, “I swear, sir.” Her eyes dart over my face as she speaks.
Liar.
“You should know by now that I know the truth. Always. So why lie, Abigail?”
“I’m–” her words are cut off as Joshua tightens the leather strap further, “not.” The last word comes out strangled as her airway is restricted.
Abigail was the last person to see Eden that night. No one else was allowed in so she has to know something…anything to help me get closer to getting her back. And I was going to get her back even if I had to burn down Everton to do it. Abigail was going to tell me every speck of detail from that night.
Someone was hiding, secrets were being kept from me, and I will find them. Nothing would remain hidden when it came to my Eden.
I walk to the table adjacent to the chair Abigail is on, “The Divine needs you to repent for your sins.” I seize a blade from the many that line the surface and return to where I was before. “I might not have solid proof, but I know you had something to do with this. You know more than you are letting on.” I hand Joshua the blade, “We will find out and you will talk.” She shakes in the chair, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Until then, you won’t be given the privilege to speak.”
A cry struggles to leave her lips as Joshua drags the blade across her cheek.
9
Elliott
'You are my little Eden.'
Samuel's voice echoes over and over in my head, and they used to bring me comfort. Those words made me feel at home, like I belonged to something. Now they took on a whole new meaning, a dark andfuckedup meaning.
It's been a few days since Hunter and Marcus found me on the floor. I started eating small snacks and drinking more water as the doctor. or whatever he was, requested me to do. Only because he told me I would get worse if I didn't and I wasn't interested in finding out what worse could be.
Even with my food and water intake, my emotions were barely beginning to heal. I haven't showered or brushed my teeth. I haven't done anything but lay in this bed. Sleeping, waking up from night terrors, and then back to sleep again. I know I must be a mess. Hunter and Marcus haven't said a word but I know, Ifeel gross from the inside out. My mind hasn’t healed at all, every day my memories flicker through my mind with new meaning. The way he wanted to always playfamilywith me. The way he made me wash his hair more times than I can count. All the sweet words he used to tell me. That he was always there for me. It was all because he wanted me as his wife, not his sister.
