Page 179 of Satan's Spawn

Even if I fought his advances, he knew my body’s response to him and how badly I really wanted his hands on me.

I don’t want this, though. Not consciously. Especially not with Felix.

A thought pops in my head and I run with it, biting down as hard as my jaw will allow, making Felix cry out and withdraw himself from my mouth. He fumbles back a few steps before hunching over, holding his dick.

“You fucking bit me you stupid bitch.”

“Someone help!” My voice is hoarse as I scream, my heart pounding just as loud, but I doubt anyone can hear me. “Please…” I cry as Felix approaches, his cock still hard but angry and red, glistening with blood and my saliva.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He hisses, reaching for me again but a body tackling him to the ground intercepts him.

I try to find who it is that’s come to my rescue, but my vision is still blurry with tears. All I can see is the touseling bodies, and all I hear are grunts and the sound of knuckles colliding with flesh.

I reach for whoever it is that’s fighting my monster, even manage to crawl close enough to tell who’s winning.

Felix is pinned underneath whoever’s back is to me.

“What the fuck did you do to her you piece of shit!” Crayton’s angry voice booms through the tunnel. “I’ll fucking kill you if you touched her.”

He saved me.

“Cray…please.” I hold my arm out for him, but fall to the ground with exhaustion.

This gets his attention and he stands, kicking Felix in the side before running over to me and lowering himself to scoop me up into his arms.

“What the fuck did he do to you?!” He screams, so blinded with rage.

I flinch from his tone, still shaken up from Felix’s assault.

I can feel Crayton trying to regulate his breaths, to calm down for me. “I warned you to stay away from him, Little Ghost.” He curses something under his breath, then grinds out, “Now tell me what he did to you so I can decide how he dies.”

“Please…don’t…” My face nuzzles his hard chest, which somehow has Crayton enraged again. Not enough to scream at me, but enough to leave his hands shaking underneath me.

“Did he force himself on you?” He asks through a clenched jaw.

All I manage is a nod before a guttural roar blasts from Crayton’s lips.

He sets me down on the ground, and a bottle of water appears from behind him. Crayton brings it to my lips, holding my chin up.

“Drink slowly, Rebecca.”

I do what he says and part my lips, allowing the cool water to coat my throat, soothing the tenderness from Felix’s harsh thrusts.

Tears spill from my eyes again as I absorb what just happened to me, bringing forth a debilitating amount of shame, so I push the bottle away.

I should’ve known Felix was too good to be true. I shouldn’t have followed him into this tunnel. I should’ve fought harder like Dad said.

“This is all my fault.” My chest rises and falls fast as I try to catch my breath. “I was stupid enough to let him drug me.”

Crayton grips my cheeks with both hands. “This is not your fucking fault, Rebecca. It’s mine. It’s fuckinghis.” He brings his nose to my hair, inhaling it like he always does, like the scent is oxygen to him. “But don’t worry,” he adds. “That motherfucker is about to pay.”

Crayton adjusts me so I’m supported by the wall, then hands me the bottle again, demanding me to keep drinking before taking off to where Felix is trying to crawl away.

He drags Felix over to me by the back of his jacket, his boots thumping against the ground, expression tight and menacing.

Crayton always appears scary, but right now there’s a fire in his eyes that has fear ripping through my veins.

Because I really do believe he would kill Felix without hesitation.