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“She’s ready for you, Abraham,” Leona calls out to him. “Don’t be afraid, dear boy. Come and take what is rightfully yours. Come and sire your heir.”
Brom nods stiffly and starts walking down the aisle toward me, the weapon bobbing between his legs. I keep my eyes half-open, feigning drowsiness, hoping I can still reach through to him somehow. Isn’t there some small part of him that recognizes what’s happening?
But his black eyes show me nothing. They are cold and damned and there is no love for me in them anymore. I’m just a vessel.
The Sisters step away from the altar, the physical horseman doing the same, as Brom approaches. He stops right beside me, his empty gaze coasting over my body and it takes all my strength not to react, to pretend to be drugged and helpless. I must fool him, I must fool everyone.
“Part her legs, shove up that nightgown,” Leona barks. “Get on top of that table and penetrate her.”
Brom does as he is told, climbing up on to the table with ease, going between my legs. He reaches forward with his hand and roughly moves my nightgown up to my waist, so I’m bare and defenseless below.
Then his cold gaze finds the corner of my eye for a second.
Daffodil, Brom’s voice comes inside my head.
I nearly open my eyes wide but he quickly hushes me. Don’t react. Lie still.
Brom? I think. Is it really you?
I borrowed Crane’s voice, he says, and I’m unsure if he actually heard me or not. They don’t know I’m in complete control. They think I’m being controlled by the horseman, but I have control of him too.
He has control of the horseman? No wonder he knew how to choke me without doing any harm.
But we still have to go through with this, he goes on. I’m sorry.
I gulp and feel his cock as he pushes against my entrance. No surprise, I’m not wet in the slightest. I can’t help but resist him.
I don’t want to hurt you, daffy, he says mournfully.
Then he spits into his hand and brings it between my legs, pushing his spit inside me.
“How crude,” I hear Sister Margaret sniff.
Just relax if you can, Brom continues, sliding his fingers in and out. I love you. I don’t want to hurt you. Please.
I take in a deep breath and try to relax even further, try to open up myself to his hand. I force myself to pretend that we aren’t here, that we’re together somewhere alone, the barn, and that this is my Brom, my Brom who I love so dearly, and it’s only for us.
He spits into his hand again, bringing more of the moisture inside me, and I find myself relaxing into his familiar touch, let myself believe in the illusion.
That’s it. Good girl, he whispers. I’m going to push inside you now, okay? I’m not going to come. We’re going to act this out, but I’m not coming. Don’t worry.
He adjusts himself above, reaching back for his cock. Slowly, he pushes his cock in and I wince at the sharp pain, but I quickly turn my face blank again, grateful that the Sisters can’t see my expressions clearly. The further he pushes in, the more I relax, and it almost feels good, and I’m focusing on the fact that it’s my beloved Brom inside me.
Oh, Kat, he murmurs, his words pained. I will get us out of this. Just a little bit more. Just hang on.
“That’s the spirit,” Leona says. “That’s how fornication should be done.” Then she claps her hands together, the sound echoing across the cathedral. “I think it’s time we bring out Goruun. He should want to see conception take place. He will want to be the first to eat Abraham Van Brunt when he’s spent his seed. It’s an awful shame that Sister Sophie isn’t alive to watch her son’s gruesome demise.”
Oh god.
Don’t worry, Brom says, still pumping inside of me. Don’t worry.
How am I not supposed to worry?
How is he not supposed to worry?
Then there’s a terrible noise from the other end of the cathedral. I open my eyes enough to see a giant creature coming into view, coming down from above. Like it’s been in the rafters of the church this whole time and is slowly ascending.
I whimper, unable to help myself, and Brom grunts loudly, purposefully burying my noise with his.
The creature, meanwhile, rights itself.
It’s as black as night and at first I think it’s Daredevil, it’s about the same size as the stallion.
Until it moves forward.
It has eight spindly legs, but the front of it looks like a human draped in black sinewy muscle, and it moves toward us slowly, the legs making a tapping sound on the stone floor.
Despite all that’s happened, all that’s currently happening, I have never been so terrified in all my life.
