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Chapter Nine
Biding my time, I wait to dress in dark clothing until the muffled sounds of the guys getting ready to leave give me my cue. It's nine-thirty before I hear the soft thump of the main door closing, and I slip my chenille robe over my clothes. Leaving my tennis shoes in my room, I open the door and yell for the guys, but none of them answer. To be sure, I knock on each door, using the lack of answer to confirm they’re gone.
Now to figure out how to get out of here without triggering any contingency they may have in place to know if I leave. I try their doors, but the only ones I find open are Drake and Ash's. Not wanting to go into Drake's unless it's necessary, I enter Ash's instead. I quickly search his desk and then hit pay dirt on top of his dresser where he's left his extra key card on a lanyard. I'm guessing his other one is in his wallet. As I grab it, I notice one of those tri-fold picture frames folded up and facedown, and out of curiosity, I open it. In two of the pictures it's Ash and the others, but the third one is of me and him during the short time we'd dated. The fact that he has it out brings up all sorts of questions that I don't have time to contemplate, nor is he around to ask— not that I could let on that I've been snooping in his room, so I reluctantly shelve them for later.
Sneaking out of the building is fairly easy, and I creep around the campus, trying to stay to the shadows. Checking the map of the school grounds one last time with the glow from my phone while I'm still hidden in an alcove, I make sure I'm headed for the old gatehouse. I'm going to have to get across a stretch without much cover and hope I can go well around the area and come back at the building from the side. It's going to add quite a bit of time to my trip, but it's probably the safest route.
I send up a quick prayer that the ticks don't attack and my leg holds up to the task. As I continue to creep through the fringes of the wooded area, I do my best to avoid stepping on any fallen sticks whose telltale snaps would give me away. After what feels like forever, I finally come up on the gatehouse, a smallish building with an enclosed courtyard constructed from old brick and wrought iron bars.
Through the gate facing the woods I can see there are already men gathered on the weathered flagstones, dressed in black hooded robes. I sneak up behind a shrub and find a chink large enough in the masonry to hunker down in while still being able to watch the proceedings. At least they're outside, so I don't have to try to find a way into the building.
The men in the robes have the hoods pulled up, obscuring most of their features. The lower parts of their faces are exposed, but the dark shadows make it impossible to discern any identifying characteristics. Small LED lamps are hanging around the area, lending an eerie glow to the tableau. It's only a few moments before three more figures with hoods appear from the dark mouth of the building, leading a bound and gagged Olivia. She's also dressed in a robe, but this one is a dark red instead of black, and the hood is hanging down around her shoulders. She's blindfolded, but I can tell from her muffled mewling behind the gag that she's protesting being here.
One robed man begins speaking as the young woman is led to a stand of sorts where she's put onto all fours, and her hands are locked into cuffs that are attached to the top of it. Recognition hits— it's a fucking altar.
"Tonight Olivia Bream serves as our vessel. She willfully defied our covenant of silence and secrecy, directly addressing the Axiom Host and jeopardizing our mission. At least one able member of each coterie present will take a turn, leaving the Axiom's to finish." The man gestures a hand toward the semi-circle around him.
What in the everloving hell are these people smoking? And what the fuck is an Axiom? All the chick did was be a snatch. It's not worth all this crazy.
Deciding this has to be some insane cult shit, I pull out my phone, making sure the light doesn't come on, and start recording. Surely,this counts as grounds to break my contract.
As the first two that led her there step up to the makeshift altar they pull her scarlet robe off, leaving her naked in the cool night air. Despite her unintelligible protests and my silent ones, one of the men takes a small knife out, carving an unknown shape into her back between her shoulder blades. Next, he rubs a powder in it, and it lights up blue before settling back down into a tattoo of scales.
I have to muffle my surprised intake of air as I recognize it. It's the same mark that I saw on Kael in the hospital. Olivia shrieks and writhes as it burns into her skin while two more of the robed men break away from the circle. One removes her gag, and the other gets behind her.
Immediately, she starts yelling, "I can't sustain the energy for this! Let me up, I'm sorry!" She breaks into sobs when the response she gets is a dark chuckle from one of the hooded figures.
"That's quite the point of this exercise, my dear. Don't worry, your family will understand when they're compensated and informed you carried out your duties as a vessel."
Olivia begins to struggle in earnest, and while I don't know what any of this means, I'm sure it can't be good. And I'm right, I discover, as the men drop their robes, revealing two of my professors. The one in front takes advantage of her open mouth as does the other from behind.
I turn my head in horror, unable to watch what’s happening, and try to figure out how to quietly sneak away from here and call the police. My plans are thwarted when several of the group stand in front of my position on the other side of the wall. I'm hidden under the bushes but getting out and making my escape without alerting them feels impossible. And there's no way I want to find out what they'll do if I get caught.
By now the two men are finishing what they were doing, and the scales on Olivia's back have lit up in a glowing blue. I'm trying to figure out how they're doing it when matching ones on the inner wrists of the men light up as well. They step away when they're done, and the first man speaks again.
"Master Drake, you will take your turn as will Master Jaeger."
So they are here! Deviant pigs. I had hoped I was wrong, not only because this is wrong, but because the boys I used to know would never participate in such a thing.
"Uncle, I cannot, as I am bonded." Drake's voice trembles slightly from the recess of his hood as he faces who I now realize is Damien's father.
Damien Sr. is an asshole, but I'd never thought he was this big of one. And what does Drake mean by bonded?
"The bond doesn't prevent you from using her mouth, nor Master Jaeger her rear. Bonds only apply to the use of another's cunt." The man is insane as well as beyond vulgar.
Drake and Jaeger drop their robes, completely nude in the courtyard. Jaeger is still as pale as earlier, his features resigned, and when I focus on Drake's face, he seems much the same. Almost robotically, they approach the girl as three more come up and drop their robes. Blaise, Ash, and Riggs.
Riggs hands off a tube to Drake before he and the other two stand off to the side. I don't get the sense that they'll actively be participating, but now I can see those same blue scales on all their wrists. Drake rubs whatever liquid was in the tube on his flaccid dick and passes it to Jaeger who does the same, both gaining erections swiftly.
With a look of distaste, they take their positions, and Drake places his member into Olivia's mouth, holding steady to the sides of her face.
I feel a pain in my chest that he would try to be friendly and then come here and rape a female on command. One that obviously isn't interested in getting it in this manner, and the same goes for Jaeger even if he's been a dick. I didn't think any of them would go as far as something like this. I watch him nudge Drake out of the way to plunge his well-endowed self several times back and forth in Olivia's mouth, getting it wet.
From my vantage point I can barely hear him addressing her. It's in a familiar manner, and I wonder if they were an item as I remember her on his lap just a few days ago.
"This is all the lubricant you're going to get, so make it count. I didn't come prepared for this." His tone is gruff, as if he's forcing the words out.
His dick pulls out, coated in saliva, then he moves around behind her. Spreading her cheeks, he spits down between them while Drake resumes his spot. He holds her head tightly, and Jaeger sinks slowly but steadily into her backside despite her squealing protests. My hand covers my mouth in horror, and I nearly forget to keep the camera in position. I'll need the proof of what they're doing to report them and try to keep that thought in the forefront of my mind as I count down the minutes to getting out of here.
