Guess I’m just fucked for a while…
I’m going to need serious therapy after all this, and I know Harper will demand double the pay for the bullshit I’ll unleash. I’ll start seeing her again once I’ve snapped my bitch of a mother out of existence.
I’m hoisted from my seat and dragged somewhere I can’t see. Three doors and a set of narrow stairs later, and I’m brought to a halt. If anyone were to look at me, they’d probably wonder why I’m not physically fighting to escape.
News flash: I’ve been begging my legs to move since I woke; my arms aching to do anything but hang uselessly at my sides. It’s a fucked-up version of my own nightmare, and part of me takes sick satisfaction knowing this is what my victims have felt. The other part is furious becauseIshouldn’t have to endure it.
A gasp escapes my lips as the blindfold is removed. The bright white light is too much for my eyes, and I shut them quickly, a soft hiss slipping through my clenched teeth.
“You did so good, Tali, look at her.” I need to see them to start distinguishing their voices, because this one sounds like a snake. It’s not just his slight lisp—it’s more than that. It’s the way his voice slithers, like a man ready to snatch my purse. “Stunning, just like her mother.”
I gag. “Kiss-ass.”
“Filthy mouth, too. Just like you, Tali,” another one croons. He has a much deeper voice, and I swear I feel like I need to unclog my ears because it’s like he’s talking to me in a fishbowl. “Bet it sucks nicely.”
Rolling my eyes, even though they can’t see it, I scoff. “Give me the chance, and I promise my bite is far worse than my bark.”
As I begin blinking, Tali laughs. “You know, if I thought you’d just do as I said, I wouldn’t have to put you back down. However, your Amoro is quite strong. It’s taking a lot of me to keep it contained.”
My demon isn’t a physical thing, but if it were, I’d be petting it and praising the fuck out of it. It’s just my own resilience—and possibly the fact that it’s been bound to someone else. Either way, I’m grateful, because maybe it’ll weigh on her enough that I can break my Amoro free to give me the strength to crush her like the bug she is.
I finally manage to take in my surroundings. She’s standing not far from me, right on the opposite side of a metal medical table that I can only assume she wants me to lie on. Shifting my gaze, I see three men standing side by side like obedient dogs to my mother.
Two of them have black hair, short and clipped right at the ears. Though they aren’t related—one has medium brown skin, while the other is as pale as I am. The third is blond with blue eyes, and… Mundane? He looks at me strangely, his expression sympathetic in a way I can’t quite place.
“Plus, you aren’t really any use to me until you turn one hundred. Your fun is?—”
I interrupt her, “Can we cut the shit and not play this stupid-ass game,Mother? Tell me what you want from me. Fucking Beyond, maybe I’ll just give it to you.”
I wouldn’t give her a fucking smile if she requested it, but I’ll bite.
The edge of her lip twitches. “Doubtful.”
“Try me.” I wish I could place my hands onto my hips; give her a sway of my head in defiance. Instead, I have to stand here like a godsdamn statue.
“Okay…” She wets her lips, and I can’t help but take in the structure of her tongue. Its tip is black, pointed like a knife. I’m glad I didn’t inherit that thing. “Lay down on the table first.”
The words are a command, and my body complies without my consent.
Groaning outwardly, I shift onto the table and lie down. I’m grateful to have some clothing on—a white cotton gown that looks more like a man’s shirt than a dress, but at least it reaches down to my knees. Their need to keep me perpetually naked is tiresome.
“Good girl.” She says that as though I had a choice.
I’ve never hated the damn phrase more than I do now.
I’m watching her, but when she directs her gaze toward the three men, I can’t help but follow. The one with short black hair and deep, colorless eyes smiles with sinister intent.
“We are a dying breed, Xeraphine.” Tali pulls my attention back to her, and as our eyes meet, she stalks up to my side. “I’d say we make up less than one percent of the living population—fewer still for Succubae. Our male counterparts? They make up more than eighty percent of our species. Quite… frustrating.”
Feeling hands on my legs, I turn my gaze downward and watch as that male spreads them. My eyes widen as he picks up one foot at a time and tucks it against my ass.
“What are you doing?!”
He turns around, and I don’t get the opportunity to keep watching as Tali grabs my chin, turning me back to her.
During her pause, an object presses against my core, the cold metal breaching inside of me. My teeth clench, and I hold my breath as a painful pinch at my furthest wall makes my back arch. “Fucking Belial, what the fuck?!” Something scrapes, and it’s not metal I’m feeling anymore, but something hot and raw, similar to a heated branding iron drawing down my insides.
She continues as I suffer through the pain, “Succubae are only capable of getting pregnant once. It’s a sick twist of fate that the Gods cursed us with.”
