Page 161 of Sinful Lord

She shrugs. “I guess it’s alright.”

“No. It’s not alright. Not yet,” I remind them. “Melina is still in danger. And until she’s safe, I’ll never be full again.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Roz taunts. “… But I understand how you feel.”

“So do I,” Gabriel nods.

“Let’s go then.”

“Are you sure can carry your own weight?” Roz asks, lifting a hand as I stumble forward.

Digging my feet into the ground, I will away the remaining nausea and dizziness.

“Anything for her,” I growl, my focus settling onto one unmovable task.

Mel loves me back.

Fuck. She loves me back.

With that in mind, I could move heaven and earth to see her again. I will move heaven and earth.

I can only hope that she’ll forgive me for the mess I’ve caused.

“Good,” Roz nods. “Then let’s go get your girl.”

29

Melina

My nightmare is only just beginning.

Even through the darkness, that’s clear as day. Whatever this demon has in store for me, he’s going to stretch it out. He’s going to play with it. He’s going to make me wait.

“Help me,” I try to squeak, but my mouth is too dry. Nothing comes out but a cracked whimper. I’m paralyzed by fear. By what I know lurks somewhere in the darkness that surrounds me.

Flaring my nostril, I force myself to swallow. It hurts, but it’s all I can do to feel useful. My hands have been tied behind my back. My ankles are restrained to a metal chair. Up until a few minutes ago, I’d had a black bag stuffed over my head.

But then, that… thing had ripped it off. He did it from behind, so that I didn’t have to look at him again. I imagine that’s the last bit of mercy he’ll provide me.

After that, he’s just watched me, his cold shadow seething with hate and malice. Then, he’d disappeared back into the darkness. But the dread remained.

Now, I wait for him to return.

My eyes snap shut and I remember the terrifying face that took me. A shattered cry gets stuck in my throat. I don’t ever want to see that face again. But I know it’s coming.

I’d tried to put up a fight. But I was so paralyzed by fear. I’ve met monsters before. I’ve lived with them. Looked up to them. Now, I’ve even made love to one.

I know a monster when I see one. I can deal with monsters.

But this… this is no monster. This is something more. Something pure evil. Something impenetrably dark.

“Please,” I silently beg, my voice barely anything more than a wispy breath.

No one answers me.

It’s hard to tell if the thing is still behind me, but if I had to guess, I’d say he wasn’t. All throughout this ordeal, I’ve been able to hear his sickly wheezing. Now, though, there’s nothing. Just a sense that I’m being watched; that I’m being prepared for something horrible.

The thought gives a jolt of fearful energy. I open my eyes and yank at my restraints. That only makes my chair rattle uncomfortably loud.