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She smiled and patted my hand. “Like father said, you’ll do well.”
“I sure as hell hope so,” I murmured, laying my head back down and letting sleep take over for now.
16
RAVEN
Lucifer’s Embrace was chaotic tonight. Something about the full moon made the crazies come out to play. It was a costume themed party and everyone took advantage of the event, wearing their flashiest and edgier outfits.
I wandered around in my black leather costume, allowing myself to reveal the wings on my back, my hair turning into those soft velvety black feathers. I wore a black mask, decorated in black and purple stones that glittered beneath the dim lights.
Serge had outdone himself tonight. The Halloween decorations had transformed the place into a gothic mansion complete with tall candelabras that flickered casting shadows that danced along the walls. I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination or Serge’s power that made me see eerie silhouettes in every dark corner.
The air was thick with evil and I gripped my belly feeling that odd gut wrenching fear that started in my core and worked itself up my spine every time something bad was about to happen.
I forced my eyes to adjust to the dark, but I couldn’t make anything out. Cobwebs adorned the edges of the bar, along with bottles of blood red liquor that lined the shelves. A fog machine enveloped the packed scene in a mysterious mist. Bartenders dressed as witches and warlocks that played their part in concocting potions and bubbled drinks that smoked and appealed to the orgy loving patrons.
The lights cast deep purples and blood-red hues along the patrons that danced on stage. Dim chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their skeletal frames casting a spectral glow over the people below. The dance floor was packed as bodies were guided to the haunting beats of a specially created Halloween playlist.
And in the midst of the decorations, and the special effects, there was one man who took over the show. He dressed as a dark sorcerer and stood on a tower above everyone else, his laughter echoing through the space, blending in with ghostly wails and sending a chill up my spine.
His penetrating black eyes locked onto mine and I froze where I stood. There was this unsettling feeling in the way he looked at me. Like a silent understanding that he was the one that held the strings to manipulate me at his will. In that intense moment, a subtle nod of reassurance from him gave me an odd calming effect, although that heavy unease lingered.
With a quick signal, he whispered instructions to one of his guards that lurked in the dark. Always hovering, always watching. Their gaze brought my attention toward a man reclining on a red chaise lounge in the VIP area of the room. This man was to be my target for the night, another one of Serge's slimy business partners, ready to relinquish every cent in order to fuck a shifter. This was their game, a transaction veiled in the disguise of power, a cruel ritual that played out repeatedly in my life.
In their sordid spectacle, I was reduced to a mere thing. An abnormal freak show attraction that Serge, for whatever reason, believed he needed to exhibit.
I became a pawn in a twisted game of desires and transactions, my abilities overpowering any sense of humanity I had left. Yet, as I contemplated my place in this scenario, I couldn't help but wonder how many others had unknowingly become a target in Serge’s exploitations. In his world there only existed shadows and illusions, and I was only one among many, an abnormality paraded for the amusement of those who reveled in the macabre dance of power and submission.
I lowered my head, ready to obey. I had no choice in the matter. If not I’d be put back in that cage, and I couldn’t do that again. I was simply a slave for him to use, to get his kicks off, but if I obeyed I was safe. Because despite the hatred he seemed to have for me and my kind, I knew that he lay deep in the shadows, watching and craving me like so many others had. Stroking and cumming while screaming my name, a disgusting vile wish, unfulfilled.
I turned toward them and slowly walked up the steps to the private area where Serge took his prey.Taking a deep breath I reluctantly approached the red chaise lounge, my senses heightened, and the air thickened with an unspoken tension. The man reclining on it was older, nearing his early seventies at least. He was handsome, thick salt and pepper hair matched his beard, and his eyes were bright, almost amused. He seemed oblivious to the evil dance of manipulation playing out around him. His eyes shifted down my body, clearly undressing me. He had this self-assured arrogance about him that spoke of greed and a leery look in his eye that whispered of lust. They could never hide it, and when my eyes fell onto his lap, his cock surged in his pants.
Serge's guard stepped out of the shadows, gesturing discreetly at me to engage the man in some type of conversation. As I neared, I caught fragments of their conversation. There were hushed words about investments, business dealings, and a sense of competitive tension that ran between them. The man's eyes flickered toward me as I approached, a mixture of curiosity and desire played on his face as his eyes landed on me, a momentary distraction from the business at hand.
Serge knew exactly what he was doing and I played my part, luring the prey into our world of seduction and need. I don’t think anyone really knew what they were getting into when they met me. It was all a facade I had perfected over time. A small smile, a touch of the wrist, leaning my full breasts against their arm while concealing my anger and disgust for the man beside them. I dwelled in this silent anger that was slowly simmering with the need to break free from these shackles. These were the times I hated my parents more than ever. The times I felt the most alone in this world.
Around me moans penetrated the space and the man slowly leaned into me, sliding his fingers across my jaw.
“You’re mystical?” The man’s accent was laced in a sense of intrigue as his words trailed off while his thumb brushed my lower lip.
“Is that a compliment?”I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Yes. Very much so. What do I call you?”
“Her name is Raven. She is one of my shifters.” Serge interrupted the exchange, sliding the tip of his cane along the tops of my breasts where the man’s eyes followed suit.
The man nodded. “The investment.”
“One of them,” Serge smirked. “The others are still pending transactions.”
The man smiled, sliding his hands along the same path Serge had laid out on my body. “And what does this investment shift into?”
“A raven,” I whispered.
His hand wandered over one of my breasts, sheathed in a black transparent corset. My nipple puckered as he squeezed the tip/
“Are you giving her to me as payment, Bastien?”
