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M ark thrashes, screaming.

“Ghost, no!” Bunny calls out, pale and hysterical, leaping forward.

But it’s too late.

The second slash bites much deeper, splitting skin across his throat like wet paper. Blood spurts, thick and dark, splattering across the walls, the floor, across Bunny's bare skin.

Mark’s gurgled bellow is fucking music , combined with Bunny screams. She’s held by Doruun, blocking her from trying to stop me. Not that she could. She’s only tossing her head as if that could chase the view away from her eyes.

The third strike cuts deep into Mark’s belly, carving open his useless flesh, blood pooling around us.

My brothers are groaning, excited. Zhyra licks his mouth with feverish hunger, ready to pounce and chew. Khalok grips his hard, throbbing cock, admiring how the boy’s muscles twitch under the blade. Varekka’s already on the ground, lapping at the spilled blood.

And I? I feel alive .

Fourth. Fifth. I lose count after that, just slashing him in blind, hot frenzy. Mark’s blood is warm, sticky, fucking perfect as I drag my fingers through the mess I made of him. The bastard’s heart is still beating—barely—but it won’t be for long. Not that it matters. He served his purpose.

I bring my hand up under the balaclava, copper and salt on my tongue as I lick my fingers clean with a groan.

Fuck, it’s good.

Almost as good as the way Bunny’s shaking right now, her big, terrified, watery eyes locked on me. My good girl. She should be scared of me. It makes my cock twitch like a live wire.

“Look at him,” I growl, grabbing her leash and forcing her face toward Mark’s ruined body. “This is what happens when you fucking tease me.”

She whimpers, but I don’t give her time to beg. I slam her down into the blood-soaked floor, her naked skin smearing red as she writhes under me. The scent of her fear, the heat of her body—it’s intoxicating. Mixed with his blood, creates an aphrodisiac that’s impossible for me to resist.

I grind my cock against her ass, letting her feel how fucking hard she makes me.

“You’re a monster!” She sobs, trying to twist away, but I yank her back by her hair and lock her in place.

“No, Bunny, you did this,” I snarl. “You made me hurt him, you little fucking slut. You shouldn’t have smiled at him. Let him think he had a chance.” I yank her hair, just a little harder. “Did you really think I’d let another man touch what’s mine?” Leaning over her, I add, “What’s ours?”

She screams, and her fear is delicious. But her surrender? That will be divine.

I flip her onto her back, shoving her right on top of Mark’s dying, twitching body. His blood’s still pumping out, slow and weak, soaking into her skin. She looks so pretty, wrecked like this.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re afraid.

It makes us want you even more.” I grab her by the chin, forcing her to look at me, at the mask, now dripping in blood, hiding what’s left of my humanity.

“So scream louder, cry harder. It won’t change a thing.

You’re ours. To share. To ruin. Every whimper, every tear, every shudder—it all belongs to us. ”

“No!” She still resists. God, she never fucking learns.

“No?” I pull her legs apart, forcing her open. “But you’re shaking.” I drag my bloodied fingers through her wet, swollen cunt, groaning when I feel her throb around nothing. “Is it fear or is it excitement, little bunny?”

She lets out a choked sob.

I smirk to myself. “Both, isn’t it?” I stroke her tender, ravaged clit. “Your body doesn’t know the difference.”

She bucks, writhes, her whole body working against itself.

She doesn’t want this.

But she needs it.

“That’s right, baby—struggle all you want. It only makes it sweeter when you break.” I rub her, slow and cruel, watching her fight herself, fight me, fight the deep, desperate hunger building between her thighs.

She’s soaked. Drenched. Covered in cum and blood. And so fucking helpless under my touch, whimpering like the whore she is.

I make a mocking noise of disappointment. “Messy, messy girl.” Then I slap her clit—sharp, punishing.

She mewls, thrashing, her face contorted in impossible ecstasy that doesn’t end.

“Aww, does it hurt, sweetheart?” I do it again, harder. “Good. Pain is just your body learning how to be ours.” And again. Until her hips jerk uncontrollably, thighs trembling, legs trying to slam shut. But I hold them apart.

I own her body.

And she’s going to know it.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growl.

She shakes her head, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Still, such a fucking little liar.

“You can lie to yourself, but your body doesn’t lie to me.”

Finally, I drive into her in one brutal thrust. She cries out, clawing at my chest, legs kicking, back arching, but I hold her down, pinning her open, forcing her to take every inch of me. Her pussy is tight and wet and hurting—just the way I like it.

“You feel that? You feel how I ruin that cunt?” I snarl, pounding into her. “That’s what you get for being a greedy little slut.”

The air’s thick with blood, musk, lust, and something deeper. Primal. Sick. Addictive.

Around us, my brothers circle like fucking vultures, eyes black with hunger for a taste. For her. For flesh. For violence. I hear the slick, obscene sound of cocks pumping, desperate, aching. They’re stroking themselves, their fists working in time with every brutal thrust I bury inside her.

They feel everything I feel.

They share everything I take.

This desire isn’t just mine.

It’s theirs.

It’s ours.

And she is the center of it all.

I glance down, and fuck me, it’s perfect. Bunny’s sobbing, overstimulated, her body small and weak, shuddering under my assault. I groan, rolling my hips deeper, harder, watching the way her pretty little pussy stretches around my cock.

Mark’s dead now. Cold. Forgotten. His worthless corpse jerks beneath her, his blood smearing across her back, her ass, my cock.

“Too much!” she chokes, gripping my shoulders to push me away, but her hips buck against me, betraying her.

My fingers lock around her throat. I squeeze—just enough to watch her lips part, her lashes flutter, her breath stutter. “Tell me to stop.”

Her voice cracks. “P-please—"

My jaw clenches, my grip tightens, and I don’t stop. I can’t. All I care about is the way her body tries to reject me even as she drips down my thighs.

“Louder. I couldn’t hear you.”

Her breath hitches. But she doesn't say it again. Because she knows it’s too late. She’s getting wetter, tighter, clenching around me despite it all.

“That's what I thought.”

I fuck her harder. Punishing. Unrelenting. Dragging her body through the filth and blood and sin, forcing her to feel every inch of my thick throbbing cock and every ounce of my fucking obsession.

All of a sudden, her hands shift higher, her dainty fingers hook into the fabric of my mask. And I let her. I want her to see.

The mask slips off my head, and our eyes lock. I don’t know if she sees a man or a monster, but her lips part, breath hitching, and—fucking hell—she likes the view. Her cunt flutters around me like a goddamn heartbeat.

Something clenches in my chest. I crash my mouth onto hers, swallowing every single one of her desperate, choked little sobs. The rhythm turns savage, my hips pistoning into her, her cries pitching higher, broken.

“You're gonna cum for me again, Bunny,” I murmur. My teeth find her throat, marking her as mine, only mine.

She shakes her head wildly. “No.” But she fists my hair, pulling me closer, kissing me with carnal need.

I chuckle darkly. “You do whatever the fuck I say you do.” I slide a blood-slick, gloved hand between her thighs where our bodies become one, finding her swollen, abused little clit, rubbing it slow, deep, merciless.

She hates it. She loves it. She doesn’t know where the line is anymore. And I feel her body betraying her—the way her inner walls squeeze me like a vice, milking me, begging for more even as she sobs.

I thrust harder, deeper, rougher, and when she screams in pain, I swallow the sound, too. Her breasts bounce with every brutal stroke, her pink nipples tight, swollen, begging for my mouth. I give them what they want. I latch on, sucking, biting, licking, leaving them wet, raw, and bruised.

I feel delirious as I set a ruthless pace, fucking her like an animal, like I’m trying to tear her apart. And maybe I am. I drag her over the edge, pulling her down into the abyss with me.

She convulses, her back arching, her thighs trembling, now wrapped around my waist, nails digging into my back. “I-I can’t—please—”

“You can,” I growl. “And you will.”

Her body locks up, her broken moan shredding the air as she squirts, gushing over me, over the corpse below her, twitching violently. Then— fuck yes —her eyes roll back, her body goes limp, and she blacks out from too much pleasure, too much pain.

Fucking breathtaking.

I don’t stop.

I chase my own release, pounding into her limp body until I feel the tightness in my balls and the tingling along my spine.

I then pull out, panting, shaking, feral.

My cock twitches, throbbing, pulsing, and then I release.

Thick ropes of cum splatter across her raw pussy, painting her in the evidence of what she’s become.

I watch my cum drip, mixing with sweat and blood, soaking into her skin like it’s always meant for her to wear it. Marked. Claimed.

A growl rumbles behind me. The others are close. I glance over my shoulder, watching as they stroke themselves harder, faster, caught in their own frenzy.

Varekka groans first, spilling thick and hot across her belly.

Zhyra follows, his seed covering her breasts in abundance.

Doruun grips her thighs, his release splattering against her inner skin, joining the mess I’ve made of her.

And Khalok finishes on her face, roaring loud and proud.

It’s obscene.

It’s holy.

It’s ours.

And then—the feast begins.