33. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Hydessa

E ven with the gag, Rye still manages to let out a high-pitched squeal as the bat makes contact with the side of his body. My rage takes over as I remember each and every one of the women I now know he killed. The part of me that I tried to bury deep inside, the darkness that I fought so hard to suppress, it's no longer something I can ignore. I can feel it taking control, pushing me to exact vengeance for all the pain and suffering he's caused.

The barbed wire wrapped around the bat catches on his shirt, and the skin beneath it, but the momentum of my swing tears it free, leaving deep, jagged gashes. Rye's muffled cries grow louder, the sound almost inhuman, as I prepare for another strike. Each scream only fuels the fire inside me.

I think of Hannah, and how he tore her clothes so violently. Then, Rachel; her body was so bruised it was like he used her as a punching bag before he overdosed her. Cindy's lips were twisted in pain, even in death. And lastly, Olivia. The one that made me lose my mind on the case. I had never seen a woman so violated, as if pure hate itself came out of another being just to assault her.

I lost sleep and even had to see the department psychologist to work past her death, especially after the case was deemed cold. I would dream at night of finding a way to bring them justice and now I finally can. They had given that to me.

I swing again, and again, each hit more brutal than the last. The room fills with the sickening sounds of the bat meeting flesh, of Rye's muffled screams, and the raw power of my anger unleashed.

Blood now sprays with each impact, splattering across my face and clothes. I feel the warmth of it, the sticky wetness, and it only drives me further into my frenzy. My vision blurs with tears of rage, but I don't stop. I can't stop. Not until he feels a fraction of the pain he's inflicted. Not until the darkness within me has been satisfied. It's almost as if it whispers to me in my head.

Finally.

The bat catches his ribs this time, and I hear the unmistakable crack of bone. Rye's body convulses, his eyes wide and terrified. And I wonder if he enjoyed the terror in his victims' gaze. I wonder if he ever stopped to think about them and how he robbed others of their futures. I think of their families, forever broken by his cruelty.

Rye's struggles weaken, his cries becoming more pitiful, but I don't relent. Not yet. The darkness inside me demands more, cries out for blood and retribution. Eventually, when my arms can no longer hold the weapon up, I take a step back, panting, the bat slipping from my grasp and clattering to the floor. Rye hangs from the chains, crumpled, a broken, bloody mess, barely recognizable. His eyes are glazed over, empty. Just like all his victims.

The room is eerily silent now, the only sound is my ragged breathing. Blood drips from the body, forming a dark pool on the floor. I can feel it on my skin, the metallic smell filling my senses. The adrenaline is still pumping through me, my heart racing in my chest.

I reach up with bloodstained hands to wipe at my face, but I'm startled when someone steps up behind me, his hands stopping mine.

"Don't, you look so fucking beautiful," Abel says, his hands running down the side of my dress, dragging it up my body until he can touch my skin unhindered. "Did that turn you on, little shadow? Are you wet with more than just that blood?" His fingers make their way beneath my bikini. I can't help but moan when they slide through my wet folds.

Abel thrusts two fingers inside of me, his other hand coming up to wrap around my throat and hold me in place just as he always does. It should be strange that it's now feeling like a comfort to be collared by him.

I watch as Cain moves toward the body, checking for a pulse before resting the bat in his hand against the cave wall. He turns back to watch as Abel continues to thrust his fingers into my pussy, the red neon of his mask not as bright in the light but still sinister. Abel presses and swirls his thumb against my clit, making me whimper. In the silence of the cave, you can hear how wet I am, how turned on the scene here made me.

Cain takes a step toward me and away from the body, his head tilting as he watches us. "Is my good little slut needy for my cock?" he asks.

Abel's fingers move faster, pushing me to the edge. His grip on my throat tightens just enough to send a thrill through me, intensifying every sensation. I can barely think, my mind consumed by the mix of lust and the adrenaline still coursing through my veins from the violent act I just committed. My body trembles, caught between the primal need for release and the raw power of my anger.

"Yes," I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, Cain."

Abel chuckles, a dark, pleased sound as he continues his relentless assault on my body. "Hear that, brother? Our little shadow is begging for you."

Cain closes the distance between us, his movements almost predatory. He brushes a hand along my cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle compared to the brutality we just unleashed.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down to join Abel's, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "So needy for us."

I gasp, arching into their touch, my body craving more. Cain's fingers slide through my slick folds, joining Abel's in a maddening rhythm that has me on the verge of breaking. The intensity is overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

"Tell me," Cain demands, his voice a rough whisper. "Who do you belong to, Hydessa?"

"You," I breathe, my voice betraying just how strong my need for them is. "Both of you."

Abel growls in approval, his fingers thrusting deeper, matching the pace set by Cain. "That's right, little shadow. You're ours."

I'm so close to the edge already, only they seem to be able to provide me with this pleasure so quickly and so completely. But then they both pull away, making me whimper again.

Cain opens his pants, pulling his already hard cock out and stroking it, I can see the red smeared on his thick length from where his glove touched the lifeless body. His other hand comes back up to my face, a finger pressing past my lips. "You're going to let me use this mouth with my cock, aren't you, darling girl?"

Abel presses down on my shoulders and I drop to my knees. Water flicks up, and I realize that it's slowly rising, spreading along the cave floor as the tide starts to come in. Cain presses the head of his cock against my lips. "Let me fuck that pretty throat," he demands.

I open and he presses forward, groaning as my lips wrap around him. The piercings along the underside of his length are cold compared to the warmth of my mouth, and I flick my tongue against them, wondering if they are sensitive. I hear the catch in his breath as his cock twitches inside my mouth, so I do it again.

My eyes flick up to look at Cain's mask, his head is tilted down and I know he's watching me as I take him deeper. The coppery tang of blood mingles with the taste of his skin, a reminder of what happened, of the body not far from us.

Cain's gloved fingers thread through my hair, guiding my movements as I work my mouth along his length. Each thrust is met with a low groan, his fingers tightening as he starts to take control. I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, my tongue moving along his piercings, and he rewards me with another sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he mutters, his voice rough with pleasure. "Our perfect little slut."

Abel's fingers slide around the sides of my waist, pulling the lower part of my body up until I'm on my hands and knees. He pushes the dress up to my waist, pulling my bikini bottoms to the side and running a finger through my wetness. "You're doing so good, little shadow," Abel purrs. "Taking him so well. But I think it's time for you to take me too."

The water is rising steadily now, lapping at my knees as Abel moves behind me. I feel the cold tip of his pierced cock pressing against my entrance, and I brace myself, knowing this will be rough especially with how sore I already am. Abel doesn't disappoint, thrusting into me with a force that has me crying out, my body arching as I struggle to adjust.

The mix of pain and pleasure sends shockwaves through my body, my cries muffled around Cain's cock. Each thrust from Abel forces me forward, taking Cain deeper, filling my senses with the overwhelming intensity of being used by them both. The rising tide adds a chilling contrast to the heat coursing through my veins, heightening every sensation.

Cain's grip forces me to take him all the way past where I thought was possible, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he loses control. "Relax your throat, show me again what a good little fucking cock slut you are," he commands, his voice a strained growl.

I try to obey, forcing myself to relax despite the overwhelming sensations. My throat opens for him, taking him deeper, and the groan that escapes him is almost feral.

Abel's rhythm is relentless, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounds into me from behind. The cave echoes with the sounds we are making and the distant waves.

Cain's movements become more urgent, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. My throat protests the abuse, making me gag, but he is unrelenting. "That's it, gag on it," he groans, his pace quickening.

I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth, making me gag even more, but I don't pull away. Abel's pace slows and if I could have growled in frustration I would have. With me kneeling, the water is now up to my thighs, the chill a stark contrast to the heat between my legs.

Cain pulls my head back, forcing me to release his cock with a wet pop, his length glistening with my saliva. My lips are swollen, my throat raw from the rough treatment. He strokes himself furiously, the sight and sound of me gagging on his cock must have been too much for him to handle.

"Fuck, your mouth is perfect, little shadow," he growls, his hand tightening in my hair. "Open wide."

I obey, opening my mouth as wide as I can, my tongue out to catch every drop. Cain groans loudly, his hips jerking as he cums, coating my tongue and lips. My eyes stare into the neon red of his mask, wanting to please him.

"Good girl," he pants, stroking my cheek with surprising tenderness. "Swallow every drop."

I do as he commands, the taste of him sliding down my throat, my tongue darting out to chase the taste of him. I don't have time to recover before Abel pulls out of me, turning me toward him. He lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist, impaling me on his cock again with one thrust.

"Fuck, she feels so good," he growls, his voice rough with lust as my hands try to grasp onto his shoulders. He shifts slightly, rolling his hips in a way that makes me moan, the piercing in the head of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls. One of his hands moves to take a handful of my ass, while the other wraps around the front of my throat. "Take a deep breath, little shadow."

My mind is a whirlwind of confusion and sensation, but I obey, taking a deep breath as instructed. Seconds later, Abel uses the grip he has on my throat to shove me backward. My back hits the water, which is now significantly deeper, plunging my head under the surface while keeping where we are joined just above the water.

My head is completely submerged, the water distorting my vision and muffling every sound. The only thing clear is the renewed rhythm of Abel's cock plunging into me. His grip on my throat is firm, holding me in place as he takes what he wants. The force of his movements sends waves rippling around us.

His thrusts are savage, the intensity of it becoming overwhelming as the glow of their masks dances above the water. My hands grip at his wrist as I become lightheaded, my need to breathe clashing with the pleasure I feel. But even as I struggle, the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me only increases.

I can feel myself tightening around him as the pressure builds inside me, the need for release becoming unbearable. Abel's thrusts grow more erratic as darkness fills the edges of my vision, my chest tightening from the lack of air.

My lips part on a soundless scream as my orgasm crashes over me, more violent than the sea that now surrounds us. Water rushes into my mouth and I start to choke on it. Abel's hips slam into mine and I feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes. Just as my consciousness starts to slip away, he jerks me back up and out of the water.

I gasp as the cold air fills my lungs, coughing as I cling to him. My body shudders and clenches around his cock again, aftershocks making us both moan. But I'm weak, my body feeling incredibly heavy, sleep and exhaustion pressing against me. I fight against the pull of it as Abel gets to his feet and Cain lifts me out of his arms.

They murmur to each other, but I can't grasp onto what they are saying, my body and mind already surrendering to the pull of unconsciousness.