Ido notdeserve this.
Suppose it doesn’t really matter what I do and don’t deserve anymore. Doesn’t change the fact that my mother’s fingers are knuckle deep in my cunt, checking for the hundredth time to see if that Incubus has been successful in impregnating me.
I don’t pray, but I’ve silently been begging Belial, and even the Gods if they’d listen, to keep it from happening.
“Let me go…” A useless plea. Everything I say is. No one hears me, and no one fucking cares. As is true to my life’s story.
Why couldn’t I have just died in that box? Why did my Amoro curse me by awakening?
She tilts her head, letting her long, black hair cascade onto my bare chest. Her darkened silver eyes—reminiscent of the gray in a black-and-white photo—search mine intently. Her dark cherry-stained lips curl into a demonic smile, revealing the double fangs on both sides of her upper teeth.
“You can beg so much better than that,” she says while her fingers curl upward inside of me. “No one’s out there waiting for you. What does letting you go do?” The sharp point of her nails drags across my inner wall, making my legs strain taut against the chains cuffed at my ankles.
“Kill me.”
She hums, and nods her head. “I will, don’t worry.” There’s a tight pinch as she breaches through my cervix, and I choke on an inward breath.
The happiness that creeps across her face has my skin beginning to vibrate. All of it, from my scalp to the very bottom of my bare feet.
“It’s done.”
My head shakes, eyes closing as heat builds behind my lids.No… please, no.
“Fucking finally,” Archer says.
As he brushes past me, his scents of rose oil and subtle hints of disinfectant flood my nose. It’s the solvents, acids, and other reagents that carry sharp and acrid scents, that make it unique.
Chase comes around to the foot of the bed I’ve been strapped to just as my mother slips her fingers out of me. “How long?” he asks, wetting his lips while staring down at my lower half. Not entirely sure where exactly. I can only assume my pussy.
He smells like the sea—a strong, briny scent of saltwater and seaweed. There are subtle hints of iodine and minerals, and a slight metallic aroma.
“Kill me,” I whisper.
“Full-blooded, it would be only four months, but because she’s a Hybrid it may take longer,” Tali answers. Sharp nails drag up my thighs and I twitch when they press through the skin, straight into my muscle. “We will pull her out in a month to check?—”
“She’ll die down there,” Jay cuts in, concern laced in his voice. “So will the baby.”
Good. Let it fucking die.
He smells like strawberries in a garden bed. Fresh cut grass after a light summer’s rain. Ihatehim. I hate them all, but he pisses me off more. He looked sorry for helping them rape me. Pathetic. At least be a fucking man about it and own up to the evil that you are.
Fucking bitch.
FUCKINGCUNTS!
My eyes flutter open as I stare up at the ceiling. Knowing their scents this time doesn’t matter. This isn’t like last time. I’m not getting out of this. I won’t be crawling from my grave to search for another ten years for these four.
No… I will be like this for eternity. Raped, impregnated, buried, forced to give birth. Then, the cycle will repeat itself. I’ll heal through it all and will be a breeder for this psychotic bitch until she gets what she wants.
I wish I could muster up the ability to feel anything but this numbness that’s consuming my chest. It’s a hollow sensation that is trying to find out why I’m even fighting. There’s nothing out there for me, even if I got free…
Revenge had always been my motivation.
Kairhyse was my motivation to escape Daigo.
Sydni was that beacon I needed to find, because without her, my world had—has, no light.
I have no impetus to escape.
