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“Fuck you,” I choked, my voice hoarse.

“Is that a request?” The eagerness in his gaze turned dark, lustful.

My eyes narrowed on him.

“If you don’t want me ripping this cage open and coming in one of those pretty holes, I suggest you come closer,” he demanded, his voice sinister.

With my heart in my throat, I inched closer to the bars until the metal pressed against my skin.

Fucking hell, did this feel disgusting. The Lord of Envy was jerking his dick while he forced me to touch myself, but at least that’s all this was. He wasn’t touching me. He wasn’t hurting me—not physically, anyway.

I looked away, trying to focus on anything but the smell of salty seaweed pouring off him, but he clicked his tongue.

“Fucking look at me.”

Cheeks heating with anger, I met his gaze again. A second later, he came, warm cum spurting across my stomach, dripping into my navel.

I jumped backward a second too late, desperate to get it off. I didn’t want to touch it, but there was nothing in my cage I could clean it with.

“You slimy motherfucker,” I growled.

He was tucking himself back into his pants, adjusting them. “Any female of my realm would be grateful to receive my seed, you bratty little bitch.”

I wanted to stab him. I wanted to claw his eyes out. I didn’t want to wait for Belial to get here to see him ripped apart. I wanted to do it my damn self.

“Now can I have some fucking water, you fucking prick?” I choked, my hoarse voice hardly more than a whisper.

“I guess, since you’ve been such an obedient pet.” He reached through the bars with the hand he’d just finished jacking off with, cupping it like he was offering me something. A second later, water pooled in his palm. “Drink.”

I stared down at the liquid, every part of me screaming for me to take the offering despite the little globs of cum floating in it.

Gross.

“Ew. I’m not drinking your dick water, you sick fuck.”

“I guess you aren’t that thirsty after all,” he said, his gaze turning sinister.

Was he going to drain more from me? I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before my organs shut down and I collapsed, dead.

With a scathing glare, I put my lips to his hand and allowed him to tip the water into my mouth. It was warm and had a slightly salty aftertaste, but I choked it down.

Thankfully, he refilled his palm a couple of times to let me drink. It wasn’t enough—far from it—but it alleviated the ache, for which I was grateful.

“What a good pet.” He withdrew his hand. “Maybe I can tame you after all.”

Footsteps in the distance cut him off and caught my attention. They were wet slapping sounds that grew louder as the seconds passed, and my heart slammed painfully into my ribcage at the flicker of hope the sound sparked.

Someone was coming.

Leviathan instantly tensed, and the look on his face told me he wasn’t amused.

Every muscle in my body tightened as my hope grew, my eyes straining deep into the cavern, searching for a familiar face. All the while, a question burned in the back of my mind.

Had Belial already made it to save me?

Chapter Twenty-One

Rayven