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My ears buzzed, and everything spun. Darkness enveloped me, and I went limp.
* * *
I groaned, turning my head and squeezing my eyes shut. My stomach churned, and I could still smell the sickly-sweet odor. Bile rose to my throat, and saliva built in my mouth. I was going to be sick. Through shaky breaths, I struggled to avoid throwing up. I prayed that I wouldn’t. I eased open my eyes and turned my head. My brain spun in my skull, and I squeezed my eyes shut again for a few more seconds before blinking them open.
Paintings covered every inch of the ceiling above me. The mosaics were so beautiful they could have belonged in a church. If it hadn’t been for the subject matter, that is. Instead of angels, the scene depicted demons with human women. In one section of the mural, a demon’s claws wrapped around a woman’s throat while he towered over her with his cock inside her stretched vagina. Tears ran down her plump cheeks as she scrunched her face in terror and pain. The horns springing from the demon’s goat head nearly touched his human shoulders. His long, forked tongue reached high above his head, as if he was tasting the air.
I attempted to sit up, but the shackles holding my wrists behind my head stopped me. I whimpered and tried to kick my feet, but the bindings around my ankles restricted my movements.
“What . . .” I whispered and turned my head. Black and red candles surrounded me, their flames flickering and dancing with my frantic movements.
At my small sound, footsteps clicked closer to me, and I watched as one of the band members from Satan’s Priest walked between the pews and up the stairs to the dais where I was. He had removed his mask, his skin clear of the paint he and the others wore on their bodies.
To say he was handsome was an understatement. The dark eyebrows over his onyx eyes slashed down in a scowl. His high cheekbones and the slight depressions below them emphasized his strong jawline. A day’s growth of stubble shadowed his jaw.
My heart raced in my chest as I noticed his all-black attire and the white Roman collar tucked beneath his throat. A priest’s outfit.
He really played his part well, didn’t he?
My eyes widened as I connected the dots. Satan’s Priest. Son of a bitch. They really were devil worshippers.
“Welcome back,” he greeted, his voice low and raspy.
My mouth opened, but words wouldn’t come out. Fear gripped me tightly, my heart beating against my ribcage like a bird trying to escape its cage. Chains clattered and someone groaned beside me.
“No,” a female voice cried. “No!”
I stopped staring at my captor and turned my wide eyes toward the voice. It was Layla. Like me, chains adhered her to a concrete slab with lit candles surrounding her. Her beautiful face contorted with fear and anger as our eyes met. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her teeth clenched and bared at me.
“What’s happening?” she screamed. She turned toward our captor. “What do you want from us?”
I swallowed hard, and a scream caught in my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and battled the bile creeping up my throat. “Layla,” I breathed in a faltering voice.
This wasn’t good.
I opened my eyes, staring at Layla as she cried, her chin quivering.
“I’m so sorry,” she murmured.
“No, you don’t need to be sorry.” We would get out of this.
“As sweet as this is, ladies, I have to interrupt your last goodbyes to each other,” the leader drawled.
I turned my head to face him with pleading eyes, tears beginning to well up. “What do you want from us?”
As he clasped his hands behind his back, his kohl-rimmed eyes perused my body as if he was undressing me with his gaze. An unreadable expression crossed his face before he raised a wall and blocked all visible emotion from showing. His stare lingered on my chest, and I followed it. I no longer wore my dress. This one was also white, but the collar dipped between my full breasts, stopping just above my navel. One of my tits had slipped out, most likely from when I wiggled to get free.
My cheeks warmed with a blush, and I panted through my panic. As I wiggled my toes, I realized I was also shoeless. Looking at Layla, I saw she wore the same type of outfit.
“You took off my clothes?” My voice cracked, and I looked back at him, my chin wobbling.
“You’re more concerned about me seeing you naked?” He raised his eyebrow and raked his gaze over my body, lingering on my tit.
“Well . . .” I sniffled, not finishing what I was going to say.
What was there to say? Please let me go? I’ll do anything if you just unchain me?
Panic seized my lungs, and I couldn’t draw a breath. I looked up at the painted ceiling, tears blurring my vision.
