Page 11 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

“Why do you ask, Harris? Please don’t tell me it’s about the girl.

” My face shows my surprise. He holds up a hand to indicate he’s still speaking.

“I’m aware of your feelings for her. Of course, I'll allow you to monitor her—if she’s still there at that time.

HOWEVER, it cannot affect your duties here.

Once you’re part of ZYGOS, it’s your top priority. Understand?”

I nod. I chew on my lip, wanting to be sure before I answer. I do need something to make my blood sing; to make me feel alive again—aside from Pretty Girl, of course. “Alright, then. I accept. I'd be proud to be a team member.” I pause, then continue, “Do I get a code name, too?”

He laughs, then leans forward to shake my hand, like gentlemen. “I figured Harris is sufficient. It's how my guys already refer to you.”

I shrug with a small grin. “Not a problem.”

He stands up, clapping his hands together. “Good! It's settled, then. I'll be making an announcement to everyone shortly and introduce you to the others you haven’t met yet. In the meantime, go ahead back to where you were.”

“Got you.” I see myself out of his office, going to the staircase, having memorized the route on the way here. Time to double down to find Pretty Girl and Cynthia.

Phoenyxx

Fingers softly trail down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I turn my head, seeing Ghost lying next to me. “Malishka,” he moans, pure sex dripping from his voice.

He leans in to kiss me, licking my bottom lip, then biting down on it. I reach up for him, needing to touch him. He winds his body around mine, kissing me so passionately, it steals my breath.

“Ghost,” I breathe out. He kisses his way down my body, to my aching pussy. He gently parts my thighs, slipping in between them.

“Yes,” I whisper, as his tongue marks a path from front to back, then back again. His fingers add to the sensation, rubbing my clit in the exact spot that will send me spiraling.

He fingers me hard and fast, flicking my clit faster. I start to pant, coming undone underneath him. “Ghost!”

“Ghost, yes,” I murmur, waking myself up from one hell of a dream.

I feel movement between my legs, and I startle awake. Who the hell?

I look down, seeing Demon licking my pussy!

I screech, trying to close my legs. “What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck off me!”

He slowly comes up my body, making a show of licking his lips. “Delicious bird,” he moans. “You fell apart so wonderfully for me.”

“I was asleep, you sick fuck!”

He tuts. “Now, now—there will be none of that. Back to sleep, birdie!” He knocks me so hard in the head, I pass out immediately.

I wake with a start, freezing my ass off.

My entire body hurts. I can feel cold metal underneath my exposed skin.

I’m grateful I was given some basic clothes- a sweatshirt and shorts, but there’s still too much skin for my liking.

I groan, cracking open my eyelids. Yep, in the damn operating room again.

I go to move my arm, frowning at the pinch of pain.

I turn my head, seeing the IV poking out of it, and the straps firmly in place.

“Welcome back, 11.” Demon again... great. “Just in time for more treatments.”

“Fuck off! That better not be poison, dammit!”

He slaps me. I taste metal, turning my head and spitting blood.

“Silence! Behave... or else.” He looks past my line of sight. “Now,” he orders to one of the other masked psychos.

I stiffen, then open my mouth wide, no sound coming out.

Pure lava blazes through my veins, burning at an intensity I’ve never felt before.

The drugs I was given already felt like this, but this is way more intense.

I brace myself for the inevitable sickness, but it doesn’t come.

Instead, I’m filled with a hurricane of fury.

I roar, jackknifing myself upright, untold strength etched into every muscle. I pull my arms, wrenching them from the restraints. I yank out the IV and turn to look at the masked fuckers.

Slow clapping fills my ears. “Wonderful! Better than anticipated!” I hear Demon Horns call out.

I snarl like an animal, bending to rip the ties from my legs.

I jump up, stalking towards Demon. "You are dead!” I rush him, tackling him and taking him to the floor, raining punches on his stomach.

I reach up to rip off his mask when I’m yanked backwards, lifted from the ground, and held by my throat by Horns.

Demon starts laughing while coughing. “Take her back to her room. This was amazing!”

I frown, wondering why the hell they wanted me to become a monster of strength and rage. It must be because of the fighting ring. I wonder if they’re going to drug me, then have me fight. Then again, it could be literally anything. These sadists get off on this.

“Not yet, 11,” Demon answers my unspoken question. “More observation first.”

The fuck? I shake my head, being marched back to my cell. I hear giggling as we get closer. 6 must still be there. Not sure how I feel about that. She's friendly enough, but clearly batshit crazy. I don’t know if I can trust her.