Page 57 of All Your Bloody Lies

“Ah, Clay Horus, to what do we owe the Gods damn pleasure.” The sound of hands clapping together snaps my attention to the twins. They are both identical, the only distinction being their demeanor. One appears carefree, while the other emanates an aura akin to Belial himself. With chopped black hair and piercing green eyes, their features are plain, nothing remarkable about them other than the fact that they are rapists and murderers.

“We should take her head first.”I swallow hard, it’s as though it were yesterday. Their voices playing like a broken record in my brain.

“You know I never miss one of these events,” Clay says, seemingly deepening his voice simultaneously. “Look at my little treat. She found your ways with the redhead quite intriguing.”

My lips part, and they both stare down at me. I swear in that moment time halts, as though telling me this situation was not going to play out the way I want it to. It was providing me the opportunity to run.

But I won’t, I don’t give a fuck what they do to me right here. As long as in the end, I get what I want.

“Hi,” my tone is sheepish. “Nice to meet you…”

“Dominic, and this is my brother Dante.” Of course the one that looks like Belial incarnate is named Dante.

When Dominic leans down to my level, he has a smile that pulls at his eyes, “What part did you like the most, hmm? When I nearly tore out her tonsils, or when my brother shredded her pussy?”

Do they really think the majority of women want that?

“Both,” I say, maintaining a forced smile. I’m quickly reminded that I should be slipping between drunkenness and unconsciousness because of whatever was in the tequila that is being lifted again to my lips. I take the bottle and raise it for him, swallowing two large gulps before pushing it away.

“You smell like a Vampire,” Dante says dryly, “do you taste like one too?” He seems angry; good, we can both be pissed.

Before I can retort, which likely wouldn’t have been nice, Clay lifts me and spins me around. Both of his hands grab at my legs and spreads them. The gasp I release is not forced, as it truly does surprise me. “Why don’t you taste to find out?” His words are accompanied by a laugh.

Dante’s eyes lock on my now exposed cunt, as does Dominic.

I’m frozen in absolute terror.

I would rather have Clay ravage me. They are going to touch me again, and I’m afraid I won’t have the restraint not to kill them the moment they do.

“Timid, but what a beautiful cunt you have.” Dante uncrosses his arms and, along with his brother, steps toward me.

“Devastatingly delicious looking, are you sure you don’t mind sharing, Clay? We don’t need to disrespect our brother Hause.”

Dominic grips my knee firmly as Clay releases my leg and lifts it to my neck. His hold on me is so tight that I question if he isactually trying to kill me. Does he know I’m Dylox? Because his grip would have easily done damage to a Mundane.

“Sharing with my brothers has always been a specialty of mine,” Clay whispers against my neck before biting just behind my ear. I twitch, but only because Dominic puts his other hand to my opposite leg and spreads me wider.

Without another second of hesitation his face is buried into me, his tongue slipping across my slit. He finds my clit, only paying it a moment of attention before shoving his damn nose between my pussy lips like a fucking dog. I force myself to act as though I’m enjoying what he is doing.

All I can see in this moment is me hanging in that shipping container while he gets me wet enough for his brother, and the other three, to fuck me until I am bloody and nearly dead. My vision is blurring, and I know exactly what is about to happen.

Cinnamon…Even if I say the word they won't stop.

Cinnamon…

A little bit of suffering.Just breathe. Close your eyes and think about their dead bodies littered at your feet. How beautiful that scene will be when you are covered in their blood.

Saying the word will make me feel comfort. “Cinn—”

I’m not sure how his neck didn’t snap, considering the speed at which Kairhyse appears, and the crushing grip around his throat. Even a Shifter is susceptible to a neck snap, but that doesn’t mean Dominic was free of harm. The yelp that escapes him as he’s lifted off the ground and dangled like a toy drowns out any other noise.

“Kai…”

Why…

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