Page 47 of Shattered Souls

“Don’t forget who we are, little scarecrow.” He swipes the blade along his apron and then lifts it to the light to make sure there’s no chips. “He just told you that your fear turns him on.”

She recoils at that, shrinking away from me as if I’m holding the weapon. I wrap the leash around my fist until there’s nothing but a few inches of slack. Her mouth pops open, those puffy pink lips just asking for my mouth, or my cock, while her eyes are wide and swimming with fear.

“You are a monster.” Her words don’t find purchase. They slide off of my skin and fall to the floor, just as her clothes are about to.

“Maybe I am,” I run a finger down her jaw, falling on her bottom lip. I pull the plump skin down, exposing her white, straight teeth. My mind swims with the different ways I want to use her. The ways I want to show her our true side and make her realize this is her new life. “But you’re going to like it. You’re going to take me like a good little scarecrow, while you watch Synn punish this man for scaring you.” The cold rush of fear leaks into my blood at me slipping up and saying Seek’s real name.

“Please,” It must be so confusing to her. Knowing I’m speaking to her, but not understanding a single word of it. “Just take me back. Take me to your room and leave me. I’ll never run again—never do anything.”

She flinches at the next wet crunching sound from behind her. I flash her a sick and twisted smile as I tug the leash down, pulling her to her knees. She doesn’t go with ease, but nonetheless, she goes.

I hook my thumb into the waistband of my sweatpants and push them down, one hip at a time. Her eyes jump from my hand to Seek, or Synn, as he makes it halfway through Damien’s torso. The poor man is dead by now, or at least on the brink of it, but he definitely felt most of his punishment.

Just as my cock springs free from my boxers, Seek grunts, dragging her attention away from me. I reluctantly release the tension on the leash just enough to allow myself room to run my hand along my shaft. He places a knee to Damien’s chest while he places one hand on the exposed hip bone, pushing the partially dismembered body apart.

His intestines spill onto the floor in a wet and slimy pile, one that’s going to be a pain to clean. Rayvn gags, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. I chuckle. The sound shocks the woman kneeling before me, causing her to look at me instead of the gore next to her. I take the opportunity and fist her hair, bringing her lips to the head of my cock, already dripping with pre-cum.

She pushes against my thighs, trying to create distance that’s ultimately impossible. “Open.” I sign.

She clamps her lips together tighter, shaking her head no. That smile once again spreads across my face as I pinch her cheeks right where her teeth meet, forcing her jaw open. With a whimper, her mouth falls open and I shove into her. At first, her mouth is lax and unwilling. But Seek reminds her, “I’d cooperate. You see what we do for fun.”

That’s all she needs. She hollows out her cheeks and pulls me deeper into her throat. I groan at the sensation, but keep my eyes locked with hers, making sure she doesn’t try anything. She does. She sinks her teeth into my hard flesh, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough for my hips to jut forward and my balls to tighten with an incoming release.

“One more time, and I’ll fuck you while you watch that body be chopped in two.” I sign, my chest heaving with labor, erotic breaths. I’ve always been one for finding pleasure in pain. The two feelings have often merged into one. But I’ve never had a partner to try these things out with, and now I’m utterly obsessed.

Her brows pinch together. Only now am I processing that she's picking up on a few signs. The pad of her tongue swipes across the head of my cock, a sign of obedience.

“Good little scarecrow.” I caress her cheek as I pull my hips back, letting her catch her breath. One of her hands moves from my thigh to wrap around the base of my length, stroking me while her head bobs. Each wet wack from Seek causes her eyes to pinch shut, trying to put her mind somewhere else entirely.

I move my eyes to Seek. He’s watching her mouth with a stone expression on his face. He grips at his pants, adjusting his obvious arousal, and reluctantly removes his eyes from us to continue his dismemberment.

A whimper escapes my throat as her teeth close around me once more, taking advantage of my distracted focus. Her brows shoot up to her hairline at the noise. I pull myself out of her mouth with a pop. I grip her shoulders and spin her, making her face the gore. I loop one arm around her middle and lift her ass into the air, so she’s on her hands and knees.

“No!” She tries to fight me but proves unsuccessful. Her body goes almost limp as her choked sobs mingle with the chopping. I force her leggings down, taking her panties with, to expose her perfectly round ass and glistening pussy.

“Enjoying the show?” Seek coos from beside the body, flashing a dripping axe towards her.

“You’re fucking crazy!” The words claw out of her raw throat with a crack.

“Aw,” he steps closer. Her body tenses beneath my hold, and I choose that second to insert myself into her. She gasps from the force of my thrust and from Seek gripping her chin and forcing her eyes to his. “It’s sweet you’re finally catching up.”

My hands roam her ass, taking advantage of Seek holding her in place. Her skin is pale and unmarred, and just for me—for us. Each snap forward of my hips causes her to let out a traitorous whimper. One I know she’s trying desperately to conceal.

“Please,” she begs the man in front of her.

“Please, what?” He reaches under her shirt and cups her breast, dragging crimson over her porcelain skin. Her walls tighten around me, obviously feeling the effects of both of us toying with her.

“Please, stop.” The words hold no sustenance as they come out breathless and full of need.

Seek grips her cheeks and forces her face towards the split body. Damien’s legs are pushed fully away from his torso—a true magician's trick. One of his arms dangles over the edge of the metal table, droplets of blood falling in a steady rhythm from the stump of the three severed digits.

“You see what I’ll do for you?” Her cries mix with her moans of pleasure in a beautiful song I want to bottle and keep with me forever. Her body reacts so well to mine—like she was made just for this, for us to use.

She doesn’t answer, coming close to her own release. Her arms are failing to keep her fully upright now, her shoulders sagging and legs trembling. I freeze, forcing her to listen to Seek.

“Answer me.” Seek demands.

“Yes,” her voice is quiet, ashamed even.