Page 196 of Jagged Souls

But her movements are frantic as well as robotic. What remains of her mind isn’t the Micha I know.

Fighting through the pain of my body and that truth, I open my eyes just as her pussy squeezes the tip of my cock. It jerks inside of her, remembering all too well what solace I found in her when buried to the hilt. Or when I had my tongue deep between her pussy lips.

But then I see the other person in the room.

Antonio is standing in front of the door, his eyes on her. His cock hard. His arms crossed.

“Sorry she doesn’t feel as tight as you remember,” he says mockingly. She turns her head to him, so clearly desperate for his attention even as he insults her. “My boys got a little excited.” He smiles cruelly. “And she likes riding my cock almost as much as your whore of a mother did.”

I jerk up in bed, trying to get to him, but my shoulders barely come off the mattress before I drop back with a yell. Burning agony shoots up my arms, and I look over at my left one to see a dozen modified nails holding me down. There must be a thick piece of wood beneath the mattress.

I pant heavily as the pain in my arms throb like a mother fucker. He’s pierced both of my palms too so I can’t use my shadows. I expected him to cut them off when I leaped through the teleportation circle, so I try to tell myself this is a better outcome, but it’s fucking hard to do at the moment.

“You want to show him how well you take me, Micha?”

She blushes as she nods. “Please.”

My heart is stabbed through with its own set of nails. Disbelief. Shock. Horror. Fucking terror that I came to her too late.

“Micha,” I rasp, but she doesn’t even acknowledge I’ve spoken. She just rides my cock rhythmically as she reaches a hand towards Antonio.

He starts to strip off his clothes piece by piece. With each bit he drops to the floor, my heart races harder. He pops a Rick, and his cock changes, becoming tongue-like but long and fat and splitting an inch at the tip.

This can’t be happening. My little monster… wanting the monster who killed our child.

“Micha!” I yell, trying to get through to her. “He killed our daughter. He –”

“No!” she screams as she slaps me on the chest with both hands. Then she reaches up to hit me in the face. “Your bitch of a mother killed her! She set me up as a patsy!”

“He –”

“Sheblamed me for tearing the ward down.”

“He did that!”

“Hedidn’t blame me! He didn’tlieabout me! He’s just trying to save his mate becauseSaukilled her and their babies. Three of them, Varius! She killed all three of them and then forced him to eat them!”

She smacks me again. No longer fucking me. No longer able to focus on anything other than her grief and the lies he’s fed her.

“And I screamed for her! I begged her to help me, but she never came! She didn’t even wait for me to get down to the basement. I bet she wanted either Antonio to kill me or her monsters to, but he didn’t!” Her mouth drops open as if she has just now come to this conclusion. I want to be optimistic that that means he’s only just started digging his claws into her and rewriting her memories with his lies.

But that optimism only feels like foolishness.

Early stages or not, she is clearly convinced of his purity.

“He saved me!” she shouts. “He saved me. He only hurt me because he didn’t know me. But you already knew me then, and what didyoudo!”

My guilt strikes me mute.

“You tortured me! You raped me! I don’t have my eyes because of you! I don’t have my magic because of you! I couldn’t save myself because ofyou!I couldn’t –” Her voice cracks, killing me, especially so because I know what she’s about to say. “Couldn’t saveher.”

Her face twists up like she’s about to cry. I try to say something, but Antonio cuts in to comfort her before I can.

“Pull on your fury, Micha. Not your pain. Your pain does nothing but make you weak.”

She swallows hard as she turns her head towards him. He walks over, and I try to rise again. Try to intercept him before he can get to her, but the nails are too fucking deep. At least one of them has gone through bone, and I’m forced to lie here and watch him touch her.

He cups her cheek, and she leans into him.