Page 9 of Signed in Blood

As my body rocks on the raw wood and my skin scrapes with each thrust, I pray for death. Please, please just kill me.

They laugh again, applauding what he does to me. It fucking hurts, all of it fucking hurts. Their joy is like salt in the wounds. What smells and tastes like whiskey is poured on my face and it burns my eyes to the point I’m blind. I try to move even an inch, but I’m tied down so tight, I can’t.

I’m held captive.

Fresh tears stream down my cheeks, burning my freezing cold skin. The pressure on my throat from his hand prevents me from screaming and breathing.

I think I’m dying.

I can’t scream any more.

My throat is hoarse and now my nails are broken from fighting back. When did my nails break? How much did I fight?

Hell, did I ever have a chance?

His body thrusts back and forth on top of me and the pain is unbearable.

I just want to die.

Please…make it stop. Please…

Just as he groans in my ear, the heat of his breath scalds my skin, making me feel dirtier as I pray he gets off me. Warren tells him to get out of the way and gets on top of me. He’s more vicious and enters me without a second thought. He pistons in and out of me and without a hand pressing down on my throat, I beg him to stop. With my head still fuzzy, I watch the other band member get a bottle.

They’re going to rape me with the glass bottle too…

“Please,” I manage to plead, but my words are useless.

“Put it the fuck down and get the knife.”

Knife.

In a panic, I try yet again to pull from the ropes holding me down, but my skin is raw from pulling at the rough cords.

Jake raises a silver knife with a wooden handle. It looks old and ruined but the blade is buffed up as best as they could. The metal glints in the moonlight. It’s a full moon.

“A sacrifice to Lucifer. We have no limits. May you give us all we desire with no limits either,” they speak in unison and the tears fall recklessly down my face and onto my lips as I beg them to stop.

I won’t tell anyone. I want to plead but the words can’t escape my throat.

“No one will stop us with your hand on ours,” they chant, and then the knife plunges into my stomach and the wretched pain is shocking.

It’s like a sharp sting at first but when they pull the blade out and my hot blood falls onto my skin; a cold wave shocks me. The agony is like nothing I’ve ever felt.

Again he strikes and they chant something but I can’t…I can’t think or hear. There’s only a ringing as my body trembles.

My lips part with a silent scream and my head falls back. I’m only vaguely aware that they pull the knife out and stab me again and again. Warm blood spills out of my lips and the last thing I see is the leather jacket laying on the snow beside me.

Then everything goes black because my life is gone.

They fucking kill me.

For the devil.

Chapter Six

Lucifer

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