Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
“If I can’t, you won’t either,” I tell her.
Ares smirks as he groans with pleasure, pushing in again for good measure while he fills her to the brim with his seed.
When he pulls out, she coughs and heaves, splotches of cum dripping out of her and onto the ground.
“Filthy little rose,” Ares says as he goes to his knees in front of her. “Next time, you will drink up every …” He swipes up some of his own cum from her lips. “Last …” He pushes the dollop inside and rolls it around her tongue. “Drop.”
Then he gets back up and tucks in, zipping up while I’m still recovering from two ruined orgasms.
We fucked her so good, she’s still hanging over the bench like a rag doll.
“What now?” she mutters.
“We’re done here,” Ares barks, glaring at me.
I swallow and push away the need to come again as I tuck my shaft back inside.
I’ll get my turn again someday.
She lifts her head to look as we walk off. “Wait … you’re just going to leave me here?”
Ares halts and glances at her over his shoulder. “Your body belongs to us now. You will be ready for us whenever, wherever, however I see fit.” His fist balls. “Do you understand?”
She slowly nods, wiping away some of the cum off her face.
A slow but hot grin spreads on Ares’s lips. “Good girl.”
Then he waltzes off back into the maze, and I follow suit, but I stop halfway across the area to pick up our masks. I can’t help but gaze at her over my shoulder, wondering if she even knows what she’s gotten herself into.
What kind of trade she really made.
When we leave, she’ll be all by herself, with all the time in the world to think about her fucking sin … And all the ways we’re going to make her repent.
CRYSTAL
My body feels icy cold as I lie on the bench and breathe.
Just breathe.
In and out.
Over and over.
It’s all I can do. All I’ll ever do until it’s time.
Time for them to meet their fate.
I don’t know how much time has passed since they found me or since they have left, but I don’t care either. All I want to do now is lay my head down and rest on this hard bench for however long I need.
I pause and listen to the sound of my heartbeat while slick saliva and cum slowly run down my face and neck, covering my already wet clothes and body.
The rain starts again, but I welcome the downpour, washing away my sin.
I sold my soul to devils.
But I will gladly pay the price.
A single tear rolls down my cheek.
Not from fear or sadness or regret … but a tear filled with rage.
I stare at the knife lying in the bushes, glinting in the dark, beckoning me to get up and move.
You can do this.
You made your choice.
Now stick with it.
I sit up straight even though I can still feel the pounding in my own pussy that betrayed me and came from all the reckless thrusting on both ends. I was practically begging for it, pleading for them to let me come.
I never imagined I would willingly give myself to killers like them. And that I’d be left in such a lusty mess.
But I did it for all the right reasons, and someday, they will know my wrath.
I stand, a slow but vicious smile spilling onto my face as the rain destroys what was left of the mask I put on before I went outside.
A world oblivious is a world asleep, but I am wide awake to the horrors of this world.
Even fucking gods can bleed.
I bend over and pick up my knife from the bushes, the rose emblem flickering in the only light inside this maze. A slow, drawn-out laughter emanates from deep within my chest as I push away whatever I felt while they fucked me.
Even if I wanted to beg for them to fuck me, even if I craved nothing more than their fingers on my pussy while being denied over and over, even when I came so hard I could feel myself ascending into fucking heaven … hatred is the only thing I’ll carry with me.
To the end.
Wherever it may lead me.
I’ve already taken the first step. And I intend to finish the stairs all the way down to fucking hell just so I can make those devils disguised as gods pay.
Blaine
I lather my body with soap and rinse it all off before I throw a quick glance at the mirror and smile at myself. These long locks really shine well with a little sprinkle of water. Maybe I should carry a spritzer around in my pocket to keep them moist and pretty.
God, I look fucking amazing today.
It’s probably not the weather, just me.