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Raum knelt at Nithe’s feet, his tongue licked along the length of Nithe’s mutilated cock as gold tinged blood dripped to the floor. All of which he made her watch. How dare the fucker touch him like that. When he rose and faced her, licking his lips clean, she heard the voice of an angry banshee fill her mind, and while her own thoughts echoed the sentiments, it was like no voice she’d ever heard before.
He will pay with his life. Though they’d been said in a language she’d never heard before, she understood them perfectly.
“You won’t find help here with your little codeword. You don’t have any ‘loyal friends’ to come to your rescue. Balthazar, over there, is on the right team, not yours, and everyone here belongs to him. Even your little girlfriend over there can’t save you.” He pointed to Jezzie with a sneer as he taunted Nithe. He licked the last traces of blood from his fingers, fingers that had held Nithe still for his ministrations.
“Mmm,” he moaned, and never had the expression of pleasure sounded so stomach-turning. “Who ever would have thought mixing the blood of an angel with that of a dragon would create a taste so divine, even if you are an abomination.”
Nithe’s eyes went wide with shock. She tensed. He was a hybrid. Like her, but different. She wasn’t alone anymore. Wait. An abomination? Like fuck they were.
“I’ve known who you are all along, Nithe.”
Ballzy gasped from the hallway. She turned her head and caught his stunned expression.
“No one wanted you, boy. Not your clan, not your mother, and most certainly, not your father.” Raum grabbed Nithe’s face and squeezed his cheeks hard, then released him quickly so his head fell forward, his chin to his chest.
The sudden crack of the whip so close to Nithe’s face, made Jezzie recoil. Her heart beat triple time in her chest, as fear and anger pumped through her blood. Balthazar watched her from the side of the room, silently begging her to be strong, even as her shadows pulsed to be set free. To maim. To feed. The pressure building and building, as the voice inside her whispered to tear the world asunder.
“Why do you think he signed off on this little mission of yours? The one that landed you here at my mercy. The great, and just Ramiel, sending his son off to certain slaughter. To me no less, where torture and degradation was guaranteed,” he paused, with a snarky smirk of calculation lighting his face. “I mean, you did know Ramiel is your father, right?”
Nithe’s head lifted briefly, and in that moment Jezzie watched every imaginable emotion wash over his face like a tide that couldn’t be stopped. It was heartbreaking to witness. As his shoulders slumped further down and his head bowed to match them, Jezzie felt how broken and alone he felt. For the first time in her existence, she wished her feeding worked the opposite way. Sure, she could lessen the devastation he felt, but there were no happy emotions inside him to replace the ones she’d eat. Not now. Ultimately, his pain would redouble, and he was already so close to the end of his tether. Her chest started to heat, and the whisper in her mind urged her to push every happy thought she could toward him. Silently she begged him to lift his head, to lock his eyes on hers. And slowly, ever so slowly, he did. It felt unlike anything she’d felt before, not like her happiness was being sucked away, more like a link, where she took some of his pain to eat while giving him light in return for his darkness. When her scalp started to tingle she shut the link on instinct and gasped like a fish. Nithe gave her the smallest of smiles, and it felt like the rays of the sun on a lovely spring day. How was any of it possible?
“Oh, that’s just precious. You didn’t know, did you?” Raum’s laugh was filled with sadistic mirth. “Or did you think he’d be proud of you? Risking your life in the pursuit of justice, just like dear old dad? You never wondered why he didn’t come back for you, or your whore of a mother?” Another lash of the whip, this one close enough to split the skin on his shoulder, leaving a trail of blood welling in its place. Nithe still didn’t make a sound. The pain of the lash warmed her face and bit her shoulder, but it barely registered through the haze of her anger, and her need to comfort the man laid so bare before her.
“He was ashamed of you, boy. Ashamed of the abomination he’d helped create. While you stayed in the realm of dragons it wasn’t an issue. You were a nobody; a nothing. But then you went and got yourself exiled, and instead of going to another clan, which, to be honest, probably would have ended the same way, you left the realm completely. That was a problem. He needed a way to make you, the problem, the mistake, disappear.” Raum’s lips grazed Nithe’s ear. Jezzie could see how his jaw clenched, could feel his disgust at the hot breath and dry lips on his skin. She strained against her shackles without thought.
“I’m very, very good at making problems disappear. I’m the instrument of your demise, pet. The best part? Daddy dearest won’t mind if I take my time with you either.”
Raum removed the glove and reverently placed it back from where it came. He returned with the knife he’d started this little session with. Digging the tip of the blade into Nithe’s left pec, he twisted and turned it.
“Did you think the forest hid the tracking beacon?” Nithe glared at him. “It’s what the others before you thought, too. Alas the cold, hard truth is much less comforting. The little tracking beacon sitting in the muscles under the skin right here?” He pressed the blade in deep, bone deep. “It’s been working just fine this whole time. Even if the forest had hidden you, didn’t you wonder why no one had yet come?”
His cruel laugh echoed through the cells, leaving the hairs on Jezzie’s nape standing on end. She’d fucking kill this Ramiel guy herself if this shit turned out to be true. No force in all the realms would stop her.
“The one who holds the receiver to your tracker knows exactly where you are, they just don’t care to collect you. Actually, they’re just waiting for it to go dead, as soon as you are. Problem solved on their end, pet. Soon, soon enough, it will happen.”
Suddenly, he turned his attention back to Jezzie. Catching the fire flaring in her gaze, the light pulsing of the air a few inches from her skin.
“Oh, would you look at that? Hmm, very interesting. What exactly are you? Should I dissect you and find out? With your consent, Balthazar, of course.”
“You will not, Raum. In my house your word is as good as a contract, and you will adhere to the terms.” Ballzy’s hands were shaking as he repeatedly clenched and unclenched them. Inside he was a writhing mass of outrage and anger. He had the look of someone waging an inner battle between action and inaction. Sweat beaded at his temples where veins stood in stark contrast to his skin. She noted it all in the briefest of glances, her gaze drawn back to Nithe and the unstable Raum.
“It seems pain is not a motivator for you, little bitch. But I see the way you watch my pet, the rage you feel when I touch him. So, that’s just what I’m going to do. I’m going to touch him . . . all over. I’m going to slice him up into ribbons, until strips of flesh are hanging from his body. But, before I do that I’m going to take his cock in my mouth and suck the shit out of it. Then, I’m going to fuck him nice and deep so there’s no doubt who owns his ass, literally, and there’s nothing you, or his pathetic dragon, can do about it, not with those cuffs holding him back.”
The more he spoke, the more Jezzie felt she was going to explode; the power inside her continued to build and build. She felt like a powder keg near an open flame. When he took Nithe’s cock into his disgusting mouth she felt her stomach revolt, but she swallowed it down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of such a visceral reaction.
Nithe’s eyes pinned her in place as effectively as the cross which held her up. She sent him every bit of pride she could muster, every bit of strength she didn’t need herself. Inside she grabbed hold of the tether and held fast, pulling it to her. In her mind she sent the words, stay strong over and over.
Whatever comes next, Jez, don’t watch. His response shocked her. He’d heard her and what’s more, he’d answered back. Nothing like this had ever happened before, not even with her mother.
Jezzie clamped her teeth shut as Raum stood, licking his lips and smirking at her. Pure insanity lit his features. The pressure in her chest kept growing until it felt like it had nowhere to go. It filled her fingertips, her toes, even the tip of her pert little nose. Okay, so she was rhyming now, maybe a little bit of insanity was rubbing off on her. She did love a good rhyme though. They mostly popped into her head when she was uncomfortable or stressed, and her body was almost tapped out. Exactly like when she’d first stepped through the portal to Demon’s Den. Shit! Not again!
Raum stepped behind Nithe and released his wrists from the straps, the metal cuffs remained. Nithe fell forward, his legs spread wide, his ankles still bound to the cross. Grabbing Nithe’s wrists he bound them before he had a chance to resist, and stepped between his legs.
Look away now, Jez, please. I beg of you, he whispered to her silently.
Silence met him, her mind too filled with rage. Her power caused her skin to burn.
Raum took out the blade, slid it over Nithe’s back, and sliced it down the curve of his bare cheek. Jezzie felt the pain like a dull ache. The power of the cross wasn’t as strong without him fully restrained upon it. The sadistic vessel of evil incarnate reached down and forced Nithe’s hips up, exposing him further. He reached around with the sharp steel and held it under Nithe’s testicles.
