The revulsion is instantaneous and violent. My stomach heaves. Bile surges up my throat so fast I nearly choke on it.
“Oh, God… fuck… no. Please, God,” I plead, voice breaking as I stare at the mess, praying this is all a nightmare.
“Not God,” she says, moving, and now leaning down, dark hair that cuts draped across my chest. “Me. It’s always been me, Nazareth.”
“No,” I breathe. “No.”
“Oh, yes.” Her lips are like blades on my flesh as she kisses my collarbone, and I groan with disgust when she reaches down, wrapping long fingers around my limp dick, her mouth brushing along my ear. “You were such a good boy for me.”
I snap.
My head jerks sideways with every ounce of strength left in my ruined body. My teeth sink into the soft flesh of her ear—cartilage and skin giving way with a wet, sickening crunch.
She screams, high and shocked, trying to pull back, but I lock my jaw like a rabid dog andtear.
Blood floods my mouth, hot and metallic. I don’t get the whole ear. I get a thick, ragged chunk—the top curve of it ripping off in one vicious shake of my head. The wedge of flesh comes free between my teeth with a wet rip, and I spit it at her face with a guttural snarl.
Valeria reels back, hand clamped to the side of her head, blood pouring between her fingers in thick sheets. Her scream cuts off into a sharp, stunned gasp, eyes wide with genuine shock as she stares at the ragged chunk of her own ear lying bloody on the floor.
For a long second, she doesn’t move—just stands there, breathing hard, visibly shaken.
A savage, vicious satisfaction floods through me at the sight.Her blood.Finally. Running down her perfect, arrogant face in thick, crimson trails, dripping onto the floor in fat drops like the monster she is finally paying in kind.
It’s not enough—it will never be enough—but for one bright, burning moment, it feels like the first real victory I’ve had in decades. Like a tiny piece of the debt she owes me is finally beingpaid in red.
I want more.
I want rivers of it.
I want to bathe in it while she screams.
Valeria straightens. Slowly. Deliberately. She presses her palm tighter to the wound, jaw clenched, visibly fighting for control. The elegant mask cracks, then smooths back into place with visible effort.
It’s all evil.She’sall evil.
I bit her ear in half, she’s bleeding all over the fucking place, yet she has the strength to act like it’s nothing more than a tiny nick.
When she speaks, her voice is slightly unsteady but already regaining that velvet poison I know too well.
“Youchosethis.” She moves like a feline, stepping closer, voice velvet over broken glass. “Your body knew exactly what it wanted. You were so hard for me, Nazareth, thrusting into my cunt like you’d die without it. Do you think Sophia will forgive you when she finds out? When she learns her precious monster came so sweetly for the woman who destroyed him?”
“Shut up,” I spit. “Shut the fuck up!”
But she doesn’t. She never does. This is how she tortures. Not with violence. With words. With a smile. With a lie. With the surgical precision of a monster who spent centuries dismantling people without spilling a drop of blood. That’s why she has me. To the spill bloodforher. I’m her violence.
She leans down just enough that a fresh drop of her blood lands on my lips. I taste it again, and my stomach revolts so violently I convulse, chains rattling like mad.
“You’ll never wash this off,” she whispers. “Every time she touches you, every time she lets you inside her, you’ll remember how eagerly you filledme. How your cocktwitched and spilled like it belonged there. How you begged for it with every helpless thrust.”
I scream—a broken, animal howl that echoes off the stone walls.
Valeria watches me with that calm, satisfied expression, even as blood continues to trickle down the side of her neck. She’s furious underneath—I can see it in the tightness around her eyes—but she’s enjoying this more. My complete unraveling. My filth. My shame.
"I hate you," I choke out. "I fucking hate you!"
"I know," she says softly. "And still you came so beautifully for me."
The words are a second violation. Worse than the first.
