Chapter 25

Waking up in the morning, my body feels like it has been through ten rounds in the gym. I groan, rubbing my eyes before I slowly open them. As my vision clears, I see Hell staring down at me and my gaze widens as I realize I am in his dark bedroom, lying in his bed, not knowing how I ended up here, my mind still hazy. I dodge him as I sit up swiftly, feeling my naked body beneath the sheets, and as I attempt to get out, his hand tangles in my hair before yanking me back down.

"Get the fuck back here," he growls, his voice a menacing rumble. I hiss from the sudden pain in my scalp, my heart pounding and he props himself up on his elbow, gazing down at me, his orbs scanning my face with a curiosity.

I breathe heavily through my nose, memories of last night flooding through my mind as I look into his hypnotic eyes. The way he chased me, the way he fucked me, the way he spoke to me—all of it rushes back in vivid detail.

Hellion absolutely annihilated me in every way he could last night. At one point, I thought I was going to fucking die at his hands. But he didn't disappoint— even if most of the time I was fearing for my life, he gave my body exactly what it needed.

Climax after climax.

In some strange way, I relished every second of it. The fear, the pain, the lust, the passion—everything made my mind explode in ways I never knew were possible. He brought me back to life in that moment, even if I felt half dead at one point.

I glance down at myself, seeing and feeling the full effect of where the barbed wire was cutting my skin, keeping me bound while he did as he pleased to me. The bruising around my throat becomes apparent when I swallow, where my breathing was constricted by the chain. Little slices scatter over my arms, but I realize they're clean. I am almost entirely cleansed.

My eyes meet Hell's above me once again. "How am I clean? I don't remember getting in the shower," I ask, my voice quiet.

He lifts an eyebrow, staying silent, but I feel him moving his warm hand across my stomach causing butterflies to flutter inside me and he stops when he reaches my hip. Clutching it firmly, he forces me onto my side, dragging me closer to him.

At first, I am stiff under his touch, but with his naked form against mine, the heat, and the strong muscles, I find my body melting against him. My cheek gradually rests on his chest under his chin while he lies back, his arm resting lazily around my shoulders.

"I cleaned you up. I didn't want any of your wounds getting infected," he says casually. My eyes ease, then I lift my head, resting my chin on his pec and his lenses immediately collide with mine.

He lifts his hand, gently flicking my hair over my shoulder before he wraps it around the side of my neck. "I need some fucking answers."

"Oh yeah? What do you need answers about?" I ask.

He tilts his head to the side, his eyes scanning my face with curiosity. "Why is all of this nothing to you?" His warm thumb moves down my jaw as he continues, "All that you saw last night. You were not as fazed as I thought you would be, you played the fucking game and played it well. Does this shit not scare the fuck out of you?"

I think about his questions carefully before I respond. "It does. Of course, it does, but I relish feeling anything other than emptiness, I guess." My truthful answer makes his thumb pause on my jaw as he thinks carefully about my words, but I continue. "I've got questions too, Hell, and I need answers now that I have made it through Dark Night."

His teeth tighten as he rests his head back on the headboard, sliding his hand down to my shoulder. "Ask, Madame," he instructs bluntly before facing aside.

I move my body further up his, my tits sliding across his skin and when my lips are close to his, we stare into one another's eyes. "I'm not asking, Madame. I'm asking you." I push quietly while searching his gaze. "Why is this all normal to you? And who were those people? Were they innocent?"

He inhales, starting to sit up and as he rests his back against the headboard, I sit up as well, swivelling my body to face him and wrap the sheet tightly around my front. He briefly considers how to respond before his eyes meet mine.

"We don't ask fucking questions; we just do," he answers coldly and my brows pinch in confusion. "We're a secret society. There are thousands of us across the network. It's not just us here. We're merely one of the cleaners of the society," he explains, his tone flat and unfeeling.

I shake my head, shocked by the revelations, a shiver scurrying up my spine. "What?" I shudder out, realization settling over me like a cold blanket.

He shrugs his shoulders carelessly, "You could say they're innocent to someone, but not to the fucking society they aren't. They're traitors, witnesses, or rivals lured here to lose their lives for their betrayal against their vows."

My mouth drops open to speak, but he continues. "They believe coming here means they're getting their own revenge on those who have deceived them, and they do, but by the end of the night, they also meet their own fate in the worst ways imaginable. They feel the sting of their own wrongdoings in the society," he finishes, his eyes locking onto mine. I lower my head, fiddling with the sheet, taking his words in carefully, but I feel his dark stare all over me, observing my reaction.

"You shouldn't even be here, Noir. You owe nothing to the society," he says, and I lift my head.

"Yet here I am," I respond quietly. "Do you even want to be here, Hell?"

He raises his eyebrow at my question, "It's all I know. I've been here since I was a fucking kid."

I offer a nod. "And that place you have underground?"

He takes a deep inhale before looking aside and grins, "You fucking had me, Little Dolly, I'll give you that."

I smile slightly, but then his face falls. "How did you know what drugs to stab into my neck without killing me?"

When he asks, my face falls as well, and I avoid eye contact. "I studied meds once or twice," I breathe out the lie.

"And where the fuck are your family, Noir? What was your life like before all of this mayhem?" His voice cuts through the silence, pressing for answers, seemingly trying to get to know me and my mind races frantically.

When my eyes meet his, I finally speak. "They're dead. Well, I have a sister somewhere, but…" I shrug my shoulder, not wanting to delve into much. He raises his chin, studying me before giving a small nod in understanding.

"And you?"

"Dead," he answers without hesitation, devoid of any emotion.

"All of them?"

He squints his eyes before glancing away, "The ones that mattered."

Talking to him like this makes me realize that we're not much different from one another after all. Maybe that's why we click. We've clearly both had fucked-up childhoods, and even now, we're stuck in darkness in ways the outside world might never understand. But I know, deep down, I can't stay here. After him saying that this circus is linked to a criminal society, it's only a matter of time before Kyro finds and takes me. I dread to think what he might do when he finally gets his hands on me. I doubt I'll make it out alive twice.

The thoughts of leaving here and Hell fill me with a sorrow I have never experienced before because I feel like I have found my place, but I don't want him tangled up in this horrifying web.

If Hell has no say over this society, he certainly won't have any say over Kyro. Kyro is powerful; he is an acknowledged man in the criminal underworld of the United States. No one, not even Hell, can save me from his cruel clutches, and that's the harsh truth.

Hell's loyalty will always lie with this place, his society, because that is just the way it is, and I am nothing but an intruder who will make things harder for everyone here. How the fuck, out of all the places I could have gone and stayed, have I ended up here? A killing carnival that cleanses a hidden society in the underworld.

"I should get going," I say, turning around to get off the bed, but his firm grip on the nape of my neck stops me. He pulls me back down and flips me onto my front. I breathe heavily as his chest presses against my bare back, and he brings his mouth close to my ear.

"Now that I've had a taste of my pretty Dolly, I'm not letting her go. You're staying here with me from now on," he murmurs, and panic surges through me. He grabs the back of my hair, lifting my head before wrapping his palm over the front of my bruised throat, peering down at me.

"You can't keep me here, Hell. I will run from you as soon as I get the chance," I whisper breathlessly.

He sets his lips against mine, exposing his teeth against them. "And I will fucking catch you every single time," he hisses.

I challenge him, "But what if I just knock you out again?"

I feel his lips curl into a wicked smile against mine. "Then I'll fucking find you and after I awaken, I'll do unholy things to your body again, just as I did last night, but so badly next time. To the point that you'll never able to escape me again. I'll cut your fucking legs off if I have to. As long as I still have your perfect cunt, hot tits, and pretty face, I'm fucking satisfied. You'll be my little nugget."

"You're sick," I say, grinning slightly.

"I know," he growls, shifting between my legs from behind. "You don't have to tell me, pretty girl. You should be asking yourself why it gets your pussy so fucking wet."

With his palm still wrapped firmly around my throat, he keeps my head tilted back, our breaths mingling, lips brushing against each other. His other hand moves between my thighs, and as soon as he touches my pussy, I wince, the pain from last night's brutality sharp and evident. Ignoring my discomfort, he slides his lengthy fingers into me quickly, and just as I am about to scream, his lips crash against mine, drowning it out.

His tongue slips into my mouth, exploring and dominating, as he gives me a few hard thrusts with his fingers. The sensation sends shockwaves through my body, and his dick, hard and heavy, bobs against my asscheek with every movement he makes.

I moan into his mouth, my body responding despite the lingering pain. His fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot, and I lift my ass, giving him better access to delve deeper.

As soon as come starts to ooze out of my soaked entrance and all over his fingers, he pulls them out, breaking the kiss. Then, he sits back, yanking my hair, forcing me to follow. With my back against his front, both of us up on our knees, he wraps his arm around my neck, holding me close to him and guiding his cock to my pussy from behind. I feel his piercing slip down my slick folds before he suddenly slips into me with one forceful shove. My eyes widen, a scream escaping me as my pussy clenches around him from the pain.

He groans in delight at my agonizing shriek, squeezing my breast viciously with one hand before giving it a hard slap.

"Fuck, I love it when you scream for me. Do it a-fucking-gain," he demands, his voice a guttural growl as he presses his forehead against the side of my head.

He starts to pound into me, each thrust deep and forceful, his piercings creating a delicious friction against my inner walls. His movements are wild and untameable, each one driving me closer to the edge, my ass bouncing and slapping against his hips. As his arm tightens around my neck, my nails dig into the skin of his forearm, leaving angry red scratches.

My cries grow louder the harder he gets, smashing his cock into me with relentless force, but as soon as we're both teetering on the edge of a climax, he releases me, and I collapse forward, my hands meeting the bed. He harshly presses me down, forcing my ass to stay in the air, the position making me feel utterly exposed and vulnerable. His hand pushes against the top of my ass, spreading my thighs wide, while his other hand stays on the back of my head, holding me in place, asserting his dominance.

With his cock still buried deep inside me, he removes his hand from my head, gliding it down the curve of my sweaty back until it's positioned on my ass. He splits my cheeks and lets a trail of spit slip from his tongue, the warm liquid landing on my puckered hole. The sensation is both humiliating and arousing as he prepares to invade me further.

When he starts to ease two fingers into my ass, I reach back with one hand, the whimper escaping me muffled by the sheets as the pain from last night becomes apparent.

I turn my head to the side, breathing heavily, and from the corner of my eye I can see he is watching me intently, his gaze gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he takes in every pained expression and sound I make. Still easing his fingers into me, ignoring my pleas, he catches my wrist with his free hand and with a firm grip, he stretches my arm before pinning it against my ass, restricting me.

"Shut the fuck up, Dolly. You're going to take everything I do to you, or I'll chain you up again," he threatens, his voice a chilling calm yet breathless.

He spits again, the warm liquid dripping onto his fingers before shoving them all the way inside me, causing me to scream.

"Such tight little fucking holes, no matter how many times you're stretched the fuck out and wrecked by me." He grits out with frustration.

I feel the heaviness of his dick still inside me and with every thrust of his fingers, it twitches, but he doesn't attempt to fuck me in my pussy yet. He focuses on my asshole, his fingers coiling and twisting relentlessly as deep as he can get them, bringing a mix of immense pleasure and sharp pain.

My fingers strain and clench, my knuckles turning white as he shows me no leniency, and my screams seem to mix with moans continuously. Despite the blend of sensations, he is, once again, building me up to something beautiful.

"I can feel it, pretty girl. Go on, fucking explode on me. Let me feel you pulse around me again."

When my orgasm shatters me, I bury my face into the sheets, my entire body trembling. As my legs shudder, he stays still, savoring the sensation of my convulsing muscles gripping him tightly. He growls from the intensity, a primal sound of satisfaction, before slipping his fingers out.

After releasing my wrist, he slides his two pointer fingers inside me, stretching me out. I wince, clutching the sheets tightly as my climax slowly ebbs away. He spits straight into my open asshole, before sliding his fingers back in with a rumble of pleasure in his chest.

"Such an obedient little slut for me, ain't you, Dolly?"

When I don't answer because I am in too much of a euphoria-infused state, he aggressively pushes my ass down further with his free hand, making me lower until my legs are spread as far as they can go beside me, my pussy touching the sheets.

With only the tip of his cock now inside me, he twists his fingers upward as he leans over causing me to shudder. He brings his mouth close to my ear, and I side eye him. As he breathes heavily, his warm breath skating over my skin, he slides his dick back inside me and I moan, my eyes closing.

"Tell me what you are, pretty girl." He growls into my ear.

Thrust.

"Fucking say it."

Another thrust, but so much harder.

They are slow, yet deeper with each strike and it makes it hard for me to answer, because they are not only painful, but they feel so fucking good.

"This is the last time I ask you, Noir and if I don't hear it, I'm ramming my dick in your fucking ass, and it won't come out all day."

Fucking hell. He knows I'm stubborn and that is exactly why he's doing this. He wants to break me down to be his and his only with confessions voiced, but there is no way that monster cock is staying in my ass all day.

"I'm an obedient little slut for you, Hell." I grit out with shame.

He slides his tongue slowly up the side of my face with a possessive snarl, his piercing moving across my skin.

"Such a good fucking girl." He murmurs, his tone carrying his satisfaction at my surrender.

Then, he starts to fuck both my holes again. His grunts and heavy breathing, mix with my cries as he pounds into me in the steepest position.

When we both cave into the pleasure, he slams his cock into me one last time, pushing inside me and holding himself there as he releases. While my body quakes beneath him, he slides his fingers out of my ass and brings his hand to the back of my hair, taking handful, as his other takes my jaw. With his body heavy on mine, he rests his forehead against my cheek, both of us trying to control our erratic breathing.

"I mean it, my Dolly, he pants out. "Get your shit from that trailer, you're staying with me."

I stay silent as he continues, "You owe nothing to him. If you really wanted him over me, you wouldn't fucking be here getting fucked this hard by me." His words are punctuated by a purposeful forceful thrust, and I gasp, my objections dissolving in the heat of the moment.

"He chooses needles over you," he says his voice a harsh whisper against my ear. "While my only high is you, and I've never felt anything as blissful as your dark fucking ecstasy."

I freeze, thinking about his words carefully. "What did you just say?" I breathe out completely ignoring how beautiful the second half of his speech was.

He pauses, and awareness hits me. "Get off me, Hell."

When he doesn't move, I bite my teeth in frustration. "I swear to god, if you don't get the fuck off me, I will never grace your presence again."

He growls, but finally listens, pushing himself away from me. As soon as he is sitting back on his knees, I turn and sit up, gathering the sheet and wrapping it around myself.

"You gave him that shit, didn't you?" I say, my gaze narrowing. He just raises an eyebrow, expressionless, not denying my accusation. Fury bubbles up inside me, and I begin to get off the bed.

"Asshole," I spit out.

I stand up, passing him, and search the room for my clothes, but I don't even remember how I got here last night. When I spot one of his black hoodies on a chair, I drop the sheet and quickly slip it over my body, getting ready to leave. Pulling the hood over my head, I turn, but I am startled to see him standing right in front of me, his eyes full of intensity. As he takes a step forward, I stand my ground, not weakening to his intimidation.

"What did you expect me to do, Dolly? Just allow him to keep being around you?"

I glare at him, "I told you to leave it to me, Hell. That was so fucking wrong of you," I reply, my voice raised.

When I try to pass him to get to the door, he steps in front of me, and I sigh, my patience wearing thin.

"Yet he still took that shit. What does that say? I'm just trying to protect you, Noir. There's something fucking weird about that guy."

I fold my arms over my chest in a defensive stance, my chin raised. "And you're Mr. Perfect, are you?"

He brings his face down to mine until it's close enough to feel his breath. "I'll be whatever the fuck you want me to be, pretty girl. I'll be your weak little bitch. Put your heels on, stamp all over my fucking dick, drag me through the mud with it still attached and I'll still worship the ground you walk on."

His hand slides around the side of my neck and I turn my face to the side, closing my eyes against the whirl of conflicting emotions inside me because he can be oddly sweet all the fucking time.

"These are the lengths I'll go to make you mine, Noir. I couldn't give a single fuck if that motherfucker dies with a needle embedded in his arm. He is fortunate he is still breathing. He is lucky that deep down I know you don't want him. You want me."

My eyes flash open, meeting his swiftly. "You'll be whatever the fuck I want you to be, remember? So, stay the fuck out of this." I assert firmly.

His jaw tenses in irritation. "And let me make one thing clear," I continue, my voice steady and unyielding, "whether you think I am yours or not, whether I surrender to you while your cock is inside me is the total opposite of what you can expect from me outside our sexual fantasies, Hell. No one will ever own me again, and if you have an ounce of respect for me, you would…"

"Again?" he asks, cutting me off.

I realize my slip instantly, my gaze widening in panic. My heart thumps in my chest as we stare into one another's eyes. He stands tall, his hand sliding to the back of my neck where he takes a firm grip.

"What the fuck do you mean, again?"

I keep my eyes low, trying to avoid his intense gaze and think of some way to lie to him.

"Noir!" My body jolts from his powerful voice, and my eyes close.

"Nothing," I breathe out, tears almost welling up.

When they lift to his, he searches mine, looking for something hidden.

"Can you just let me go, and I'll see you later?" I plead softly.

He slowly and reluctantly slides his hand away from my neck until it drops down beside him. I gently place my palms on his strong, bare chest and tiptoe, bringing my lips as close to his as possible.

"Thank you," I whisper, my gaze locked on his vortex stare, but he remains silent, his jaw set tight.

I lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his mouth before lowering myself down and walking around him toward the door. I turn the handle and step out, the door closing quietly behind me, leaving a silence that echoes the unspoken words between us.

As I exit The Hollow's trailer, I head directly for mine, my head stirring with clashing emotions. Hell is determined to make me his, but how he is doing it in this situation is below the belt, even for him. I just wish he had trusted me to handle this. Now, I must deal with Eli, who could potentially go on a downward spiral once again. The chilly winds envelop me as I shamefully stroll across the trailer park, barefoot and dressed only in a hoodie. As I pass Blush's trailer, I suddenly hear her call out to me, and I halt. I take a few steps backwards until she comes into view, and she walks toward me with a big smile on her face, but when she stops, her expression changes.

"Wow, you look like shit," she says bluntly.

I roll my eyes and glance aside. "Thanks for the compliment, Blush."

"I take it you finally faced Hellion?" she asks, her tone tinged with amusement.

I look at her instantly, and she chuckles. Not in the mood to stand around and chat about how Hellion obliterated me last night, I start to walk away. "I'm sorry, I need to go."

"Wait!" she shouts.

I stop with a heavy sigh, hearing her jogging toward me and I turn to face her, noticing the concerned now in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her tone softening.

I give a small nod in response. "I'm fine, I just need to get back."

"I'm not sure if…" She trails off, her lips creating a thin line.

"Not sure if?" I mimic her words, lifting an eyebrow.

She fiddles with her sleeves and looks in the direction of mine and Eli's trailer. "I walked past last night, and I'm sure I heard…" I shake my head in confusion, prompting her to continue. "I don't think you were the only one doing the dirty last night."

My lips purse together as I inhale deeply and lower my head, nodding a couple of times. "I just wanted to warn you, Noir. I think it's that chick from the carnival the other week. He must have snuck her in."

Her words make my eyes dart to hers, "What?" I bite out, fury building inside me.

I give her no chance to respond, whirling around and heading straight for the trailer with Blush in tow. When I reach it, I try to open the door, but it's locked. I bang my fist against the glass.

"Eli! Open the fuck up!" I shout, anger seething in my voice.

I start hearing male and female voices from inside and continue to bang until finally, the door opens. They both stand there before me, and as she takes a few steps down, my eyes follow her while she slips on a hoodie. When she tries to pass me, I grab her upper arm.

"How old are you?" I question almost aggressively.

Her brown eyes flash to E's behind me and I stand in her line of sight, releasing her arm. Her gaze meets mine, and she straightens her back. "I've just turned eighteen," she says with confidence, almost proudly.

"You know he is in his thirties, right? Do your parents know you're here?" I ask her calmly.

"Noir, what the fuck…" E shouts behind me.

I whirl around to face him. "Shut the fuck up, you," I yell.

He scowls at me, and I keep intense eye contact with him while hearing her sneak away, but I am so angry, I let her.

I point my finger at Eli. "You're leaving here. Today," I assert strongly.

He crosses his arms over his chest. "I still have a week left here according to Madame, but after that, I'll be glad to leave this dump."

I seethe with rage, his attitude almost making me want to kill him. His green eyes drag up and down my frame with judgement. "You're pissed because I'm getting pussy when you've clearly been with that fucking clown all night."

Blush scoffs behind me. "Oh boy, I would be very careful who you're talking about, because my loyalty is all for The Hollow's. You won't last a fucking hour if I tell that ‘Clown' you're talking about what you just said, let alone a week."

"I don't give a fuck where your pathetic dick has been, E," I say bitterly through tight teeth, drawing his attention back to me and his eyes narrow.

"There is not one ounce of jealousy inside of me, trust me, it's not even about that," I declare, stepping forward slowly. "But I warned you about her age."

He snickers, looking aside. "She's a woman."

"BARELY!"I shout, and his eyes flash to mine. "You're what? Thirty-four?" I shake my head in disgust.

"Fuck off, Noir, you're not far off her age," he tries to justify.

"I am sure as hell, not eighteen!"

Feeling fed up with his bullshit, I step ahead and push past him, entering the trailer and proceeding to the bedroom to gather some things.

"Noir…" Eli's warning tone follows me as I enter the room, with Blush slowly trailing behind.

I go straight to the wardrobe, grabbing a bag. As soon as I have it, he yanks it from my grasp. I turn around quickly to see Blush standing in front of him, glaring fiercely. "Keep your hands off her, motherfucker, or I swear to god."

She tries to take the bag, but he pulls it back, shoving her aside before stepping toward me, anger blazing in his eyes. On instinct, I lift my hand and deliver a hard blow across his face, fuelled by rage.

With his face turned to the side, I close the gap between us, breathing heavily. "One week, and I don't want to see you ever again, E."

His eyes meet mine, softening. "Noir, please."

I shake my head firmly. "No. I can accept a lot of things—drugs, habits, weird-ass behavior—but what I will not accept is underage fucking. It makes me sick."

"She's not underage," he insists, straightening his back defiantly, the red mark on his cheek becoming apparent.

My eyes flash to Blush, who steps into my view behind him, her pink gaze loaded with fury. Suddenly, she raises an empty glass bottle.

"Blush! No!" I yell, but it's too late. She whacks it over his head, the glass shattering everywhere, and he drops to the floor, knocked out.

My mouth gapes open, eyes meeting Blush's and she simply shrugs her shoulders, "He had it coming."

I let out a shuddering breath, watching as she leans down to take the bag from his hand. She tosses it to me, and I catch it. "Get what you need. You deserve better than that piece of shit."

My eyes water as I gaze down at Eli, feeling confused. Four months of my life, and it has come to this. Am I the problem for allowing my past to influence me like this? Or has he truly gone too far? All I know is, I am wise enough not to put him or me in this shit situation. Without my meds, I cannot be around someone who is triggering my past this way. It's a painful awakening that we're not compatible for a relationship and even a friendship, but it's the sad truth. A tear rolls down my cheek, and Blush steps forward, her hand finding my shoulder with a reassuring squeeze.

"Noir," she says softly, and my watery eyes dart to hers. "Don't be upset. Your stance on this is valid. I don't know you well, but this subject clearly bothers you. Your feelings matter."

I sniffle and give a small nod before turning to the wardrobe to pack some things, including my mini dolly. When I'm ready, I step over Eli, noticing he is still breathing, but a sob builds in my throat, guilt creeping in as I pass him. Blush slides her arm around my shoulders and guides me out of the trailer.