Trailing my hand along the bars, I walk up the aisle, inspecting the members of my harem. Each woman quakes before me, some crying, others sniffling, a few just rocking back and forth on their cots, silent tears streaming down their faces.
“My beauties!” I cry out jovially, feeling my earlier sour mood lifting at the sight of the terrified women cowering before me. I need this tonight. I need blood and pain and screams. “Which one of you lovely ladies will accommodate me this evening?”
I’m unsurprised when no one volunteers. No one ever does.
Stopping outside one of the cells, I smile down benevolently at the young woman before me. She’s the daughter of one of my rivals, given to me in a desperate plea for forgiveness after they made the mistake of encroaching on my territory. At nineteen, she’s a rare beauty—all dark hair and big terrified eyes.
She looks like my daughter.
Pressing myself up against the bars, I grin down at her, making her yelp as she tries to push herself farther into the corner. Most likely praying the wall will swallow her whole. No such luck. Unlocking the cell door, I step inside and rip my shirt off, then remove my shoes and pants, kicking them to the side.
“Come here,” I command, and she shakes her head, tears streaming down her face as her hands tremble. Stepping over to her, I haul her up, her scream ringing out through the room, the sobs of the other women ringing out to join in.
Tearing the simple cotton nightgown off her, I palm her breasts, squeezing the small mounds painfully until she cries out. Spinning her around, I crush her against the bars of the cell. She grasps them, sobbing, as I pump my cock. I meet the eyes of the woman in the cell across from us, who flinches and turns away. Lining myself up, I thrust into the girl, her cries only spurring me on as I hammer into her.
Drawing back, the sight of blood on my cock sends a thrill of excitement coursing through me. Laughter works its way out of my chest as my hand wraps around her throat. “You’ll take every inch of daddy’s cock, won’t you, princess?” I say, her frantic nod setting off another laugh. God, I love virgin pussy. She’s squeezing me so nicely. But I want all her holes before I’m done, and I want more than just her virgin’s blood coating my cock. Before this night is through, I want to bathe in it.
Pulling out, I turn her around, forcing her to her knees. “If you bite me, I’ll rip your heart out,” I warn her. The pure terror in her eyes has me growling, and when she opens her mouth obediently, I slide into it, the warmth of the wet cavern drawing a moan from me.
I start thrusting, using her mouth roughly. Her hands claw against my legs when I force her head down farther, cutting off her air. Her throat constricts against my cock, and I grin ferociously as she struggles to stay conscious.
Feeling my balls drawing up, I let go, the girl gasping desperately for air. I can’t come yet, there’s more I want to do. “Get up!” I bark at her and she scrambles to her feet. I pull out her cot, pushing it against the bars so the other women can have a show. They must get bored down here between my visits, so I’m sure they will appreciate the performance they’re about to witness.
Picking up the girl, I toss her on the bed, ordering her on all fours. Leaning down, I grab my switchblade from my pants pocket, palming it as I come up behind her. It’s amazing how much she resembles Daniella. It’s part of the reason I allowed the trade her father offered.
Well, before I killed him.
Flicking open the blade, I run it lightly down her back, her cries only making me harder. I slap her ass and she flinches, her head hanging in defeat. She knows no one will save her, and I wonder if she realizes she won’t be leaving this cell alive.
Just like Daniella won’t once I get my hands on her.
Climbing up behind her, I grab her hair, lifting her head back. “Enjoy the show, ladies!” I call out, thrusting into her swollen cunt. Fuck, she’s so tight. Twisting her hair around my fist, I pull her up so her back is to my chest and lick up her neck, tasting the salty sweetness of the sweat trickling down it.
Stopping abruptly, I hold her against me tightly, slipping out of her cunt. Meeting each of the eyes of the women brave enough to watch, I flick open the blade and run it across her throat.
Several of the women scream as an arc of ruby-red blood splatters through the bars and out into the hallway. The girl is flopping against me, gurgled grunts sounding from her. I run my hands up her sides, coating them in the blood spilling from her. I let go, and she drops to the bed, tremors shaking her as she gasps in her last few breaths. I turn her over so I can watch the light die in her eyes, using her blood to coat my cock.
Raising her legs up, I force myself into her ass, then hold still, my eyes wide with delight as she takes her final breath. Her eyes dim, locked on mine, the final thing she’ll ever see. My cock grows harder at the sight, imagining it’s Daniella’s blood I’m bathing in, and I pound into her ass, her body flopping uselessly on the bed, like a little ragdoll.
“I always knew you were worth nothing more than this,” I hiss at her, thinking back to all the times she disobeyed me. Betrayed me. Tried to kill me. A red mist lowers, obscuring my vision as I pound into her. “Nothing more than a hole to be used. That’s all you’re good for; taking your father’s cock.” Her head smashes into the bars with a sickening thud, and laughter pours from me. Three more thrusts and I’m done, groaning deeply as my cum fills her ass.
Pulling out, I toss her legs aside and look down at the blood covering me. I trace a finger through it, drawing random designs on my chest, my mind solely focused on the beauty of it. Until I hear a soft, “sick fuck,” from the cell to the right.
My head snaps up, and I meet a gaze filled with both condemnation and terror. Reaching down for my blade, I toss it into the air and catch it, before storming toward the woman’s cell.
It’s not long before the condemnation is quickly replaced by pure fear, joining her screams which echo for hours as the other women huddle in the shadows, waiting their turn.
Enjoy the show, ladies.
Chapter 21
Cruz
Two Months Ago
It’stakenmemonthsto track down Lucretia Delmont. The info the man had given me was sound but out of date. She has since changed her name and location numerous times before finally settling in a small town called Anderson Heights. Her brother had gone with her, and due to a slip he made online, I was eventually able to track them down. Now going under the names of Salvador and Sophia Espinoza, it doesn’t take me long to discover they are both in prison in the nearby town of Willow Creek.
The brother and sister team started several fires that killed quite a few people, including children. What’s worse is that Sophia worked as a firefighter; the news reported that she had set the fires both out of boredom and wanting to be the hero to help put them out. The rage rises in me as I pace the grotty motel room I’m staying in. Penelope’s face flashes before my eyes. People that kill children deserve a special place in hell.
