Page 137 of Jagged Souls

to the devil’s sweet allure

until there’s nothing left

not even a shadow

of her pride or her fire or her stubborn need

to be anything other than down on her knees

and still she takes

she takes

she takes

she fuckingtakes

because she still feels the pain

and she’ll do anything

fuckinganything

to make it wane

Forty

NAMELESS

“You want this?”

A whimper claws at my throat as I reach desperately for the V being held hostage in front of me. The lid of the vial’s been removed, and the smell of pomegranates and chocolate tickles my nose – the only thing that can cut through the fog enwrapping me.

“Then beg me for it,” Sadist says as Bear groans on the floor. I don’t know what he did to him, but I don’t care. I just want the medicine to my pain.

“Please,” I say, scooting around on the bed to get on my knees. I tuck my legs beneath me as I lean forward, pressing my head to the mattress. “Please.”

He scoffs, disgusted. “Pathetic. You really are broken.”

I scoot forward, my hands searching for the vial I can almost taste.

I want it.

I need it.

“Please,” I say again, not knowing what else to do. He hasn’t given me another order. The panic is starting to set in. What if he refuses it to me? I can’t go a night without it.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

He can’t take it from me!

I lunge forward to snatch it from him, but he backhands me across the face. Pain radiates up my jaw and across my eye, but all my focus is on the smell of V splattering onto the bed.

I scurry to the side, sniffing hard, my hands searching for the streaks of wet. Finding it having soaked into the sheets, I suck the fabric into my mouth and whimper.

Sadist laughs. “You’re that desperate, whore?”