Page 22 of A Daemon’s Alliance (Daemons & Lumens)

I was starting to see spots, his grip on my neck too tight.

I clawed at his hands, desperate for air.

The room darkened further, and I was sure I would pass out when he finally let go.

I dropped to the floor, coughing and sucking down precious oxygen.

The heat of Morax’s anger burned behind me, and I knew he was close to breaking.

That was not an option. So I stood up again and squared my shoulders, facing Darren.

“Darren, take your unruly prize to your room,” Laszlo cut in. “Do not kill her, for fuck’s sake. I need Seraphina’s submission before you ruin the girl.”

Darren laughed, and Samuel joined. Samuel left the room, and Darren grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the door. Morax moved to follow, but Laszlo stopped him.

“No. I need you to run an errand for me. We are securing our new ally. Your captain will give you the details. Return to your post outside Darren’s room once you are finished.”

Morax nodded. His eyes flashed in my direction, filled with rage and terrified concern.

I sent him strength, willing him to come back to me as soon as he could.

I had no doubt Darren planned to hurt me, and I could handle that.

But if Morax didn’t come back in time, he’d finally get to take my virginity too.

The walk to his bedroom felt like walking to my own funeral.

This was death row, and at the end of this hall was my electric chair.

My lethal injection. My end. Who I was before this moment would be erased.

Destroyed. Darren Radnor whispered horrible things in my ear.

His grip on my bicep bruised, and I sent my mind away to ignore the pain.

I didn’t want to be here when he began whatever he had planned for me.

Laszlo told him not to ruin me completely, because if he did, my sister would never surrender to them.

But that didn’t make me feel any better.

The Kings had decades of practice torturing, raping, and ruining anyone they wanted.

Darren would have little trouble ravaging my mind and body and hiding the scars from prying eyes.

A guard stood in front of the double doors at the end of the hall.

He opened the door, barely sparing me a glance.

Not that he would help, he belonged to the Kings.

Darren shoved me into the room. Everything in his suite was decorated with deep reds and blacks.

The walls were lined with portraits of people in various stages of torture, their faces wrought with pain.

I had no doubt they were real people. I noted the rolling cart full of his “toys.” Some of them were familiar, sex toys like dildos, plugs, and whips.

But there were others with spikes and chains, and some kind of machine that looked like it would electrocute his victims. Bile rose in my throat, and I swallowed it down, taking deep breaths and willing my mind to save itself from what was coming.

I turned around, standing in front of his bed.

Darren Radnor slapped me hard across the face, knocking me to the floor. The shock at least held the pain at bay for a few seconds. I tasted blood in my mouth. Fuck this guy and fuck the Kings. I looked up at him, rage and hate filling my eyes, and spat in his face.

He smiled. “That’s good, baby. I love the fighters. It feels so much better when they break.”

For as bulky as he was, Darren moved quickly. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back harshly. In the next moment, electricity shot through my body like lightning. I fell to the floor, my body going limp from the high-voltage taser. I couldn’t stop the groans of pain from leaving my lips.

Darren moved away to roll something toward me.

It was made of wood and vaguely familiar.

A medieval imprisonment device called a pillory.

He unlatched the top piece of wood and lifted me up roughly, placing my wrists in the smaller grooves and my head in the center.

Then he brought the top piece back down and locked me into the device.

Pain coursed through my body like tiny knives, and I gritted my teeth, unable to do anything but take it.

Morax, please hurry.

“Now, let’s remove these clothes. I want to see all of you.

How every muscle in your little body twitches in agony under my ministrations.

” Darren’s evil smile was horrible, and I stared into the distance, shutting down and trying to ignore his words.

“I promised Samuel he could come in and see how I used his toys. But I wanted you all to myself for the first few hours.”

Darren walked behind me as he spoke, a sharp knife in his hand.

I was positioned on my knees, at eye level with his waistline and unable to move my head to see where he was.

He began cutting and tearing away my dress, my bra, and my underwear.

He poked the blade into my skin, not enough to make me bleed, but enough to let me know he was in charge now.

“Such pretty, milky white skin. We’re going to cover it in blood.

Every inch of your body will bear a mark from me.

I will open your flesh one piece at a time.

What should we fill your pussy with first?

I can’t decide if I want to watch you bounce on my cock or one of these rather painful looking dildos. Samuel is a sick fuck, isn’t he?”

I barely registered what he was saying. My mind was going away. I was back at the warehouse, dancing with Morax. I closed my eyes and swayed to the beat of the music, falling into the heat of his body against mine.

Darren was shouting now. He tased me again, and distantly, my body convulsed and strained against the prison I was locked into.

He gripped my hair, and pain shot through my shoulders as he pulled my head up and stretched my neck further.

The next moment, I felt something soft in my mouth. His cock was in my mouth.

“If you bite down, I will stick this fucking knife in your ass and tear you apart. Now suck your King’s cock,” Darren growled.

I didn’t bite down, but I didn’t suck either.

I did nothing. My mind was gone, safe at the warehouse with my daemon while this vile monster fucked my mouth with his stubby little cock.

Tears pricked my eyes as he choked me. He leaned down and pinched my nipples so hard I cried out.

He moaned, his little cock throbbing at the sound of my pain.

The beat of the music in my head grew louder, and I went away again, drifting into darkness with only the music to keep my mind from shattering.

A voice roared in the distance. I recognized it.

My daemon. My mind must have been bringing him to life.

I wanted to call out to him. Voices were shouting.

I took a deep breath, realizing there was no longer a cock in my mouth.

Something was wrong. I needed to get back to my body.

But I was so far away now. It was safe here.

The music called to me in the dark, and I followed it away. Far, far away.