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“Oh, how exciting,” Simone claps, “I've never been to an initiation before, aside from my own,” she giggles.
“Is that right?” Travis lays his arm across Simone's shoulders, “How would you like to be part of the initiation? You can play a vital role in it.”
“Really?” the girl's eyes widen with surprise.
Travis shrugs, “Yeah, why not. I think the others will be fine with it,” he looks to the other Lords, “What do you say?”
“I think she will be perfect,” Kevin grins.
“Yeah, I'm on board with it, as long as she signs the form to participate,” Bradley gets up and goes to a desk in another corner. Grabbing a piece of paper from a drawer, he grabs a dagger and stands before Simone, “Give me your hand, pretty girl.”
Simone is hesitant and looks over at her friend, Julia, who nods her encouragement. The girl then places her hand in Bradley's, and he pokes her finger, “Ouch!”
“You're okay,” Bradley soothes and places the paper before her, “Just sign on the dotted line.”
I glance over at Oakley at this point, remembering when they stuck me with the same dagger and said those very words. Chills run through me at the thought of what that dagger signifies. A Blood Oath. No wonder the police were never informed of this incident; she was bound by her Oath, even though she had no idea what she was getting into.
“That's a good girl,” Bradley caresses her cheek, “Come, let's get you ready.”
Once again, Simone looks at her friend, and Julia nods, but as soon as Simone turns and before the camera moves from Julia's face, a slight frown creases the girl's brow. Julia watches as Bradley places her friend on the edge of a wooden table before he walks away.
Three others enter the camera's view to stand around the table, a blank look on all their faces, “I want you to meet the recruits,” Kevin states as he gets up to come stand by the table, “This here is Donavan, Jakob, and Blake. Devlin is the one who will be filming the initiation.”
“Kevin...” Julia comes to stand by the Lord.
He stops her from saying anything else, “As the Lady of Sin, you will partake in the initiation as well.”
While Simone isn't looking, Julia mouths the word 'virgin' to Kevin, but all he does is grin. Suddenly, it all happens so fast. Donavan, Blake, and Jakob grab hold of Simone and push her down to the table. They hold her, still wearing blank looks on their faces.
The recruits are unhappy with what they are being made to do; that much is evident, and I can now see that Julia isn't entirely on board with this. It makes me wonder if she even knew the Lords of Sin's plans before bringing her innocent friend down to that basement.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” Simone cries out and starts screaming.
“Shut the bitch up!” Kevin tells Bradley, and the Lord unzips himself, using his girth to keep her quiet.
“You fucking bite me, and you will regret it. We will make this a whole lot worse for you. You signed the contract, and now you are ours to do with as we please.”
Simone's tears go unnoticed as her clothing is torn from her body. Kevin, Bradley, and Travis laugh as they go about assaulting the poor girl. Bradley is so excited that he gets off fast and releases in Simone's mouth, causing her to choke. This only gets them laughing harder. When Bradley goes to put tape over her mouth, Kevin stops him.
“Wait, I want to hear her scream as I pop her cherry,” Kevin positions himself between her legs and thrusts forward, not even preparing her for the intrusion.
“Turn it off! Oh God, I'm going to be sick!” I grab my mouth and run to the bathroom, emptying my stomach into the toilet.
Fynn comes in and holds my hair back, “That was fucked up, Saint. I hope you know that we would never do that.”
I wipe my mouth, “But didn't you? You also had me sign a contract, and I had no choice in what you did afterward.”
“We gave you time to read over it before you signed it, and I can guarantee that they did not list anything of what she would endure. You saw the same thing we did; Bradley had her sign it without reading it all.”
I close my eyes because he's right. I did know what I was getting into. I look up at him from the floor and hold out my hand for him to help me up. He grabs my jaw as soon as I'm standing and stares deeply into my eyes.
“We never did anything you didn't already want, did we?” He waits patiently for my response.
After a brief moment of staring back at him, I shake my head, “No, I wanted it all,” my voice is just above a whisper, “Can I rinse my mouth?”
“Fuck, Saint,” Fynn's nostrils flare, “I want to taste every fucking part of you. The disgusting parts and all...” His mouth takes mine in a brutal and heated kiss, plundering my mouth as though it's searching for something.
I whimper, this is sick as fuck, but also hot as hell, as I open and give him what he's looking for. Our tongues dance in an erotic tango, if only for a moment. When he pulls away, we remain connected by a thin strand of saliva before it breaks, severing us completely.
