5. Logan

5

LOGAN

"She's my wife," I grit out, crackling like a live wire on the inside.

"She is your wife," the Leader says. He stands up from the armchair and unties his robe to reveal he's got nothing else on. "But what do we believe about those that lead us?"

I refuse to answer, too busy glaring at him. I'm fighting the urge to smash my fist into his pale, smug face, and contemplating my punishment if I did. Would it be worth it?

Only if I break his fucking jaw.

"They are all my wives," he reminds in his cocky tone. He reaches out to stroke Teysha's cheek. "I can have them whenever I want. Surely you remember that from Grace."

My fists shake at my side. "She's never… she's only been with me."

"Excellent. That is why she was chosen after all. For her to be shared among our family."

Teysha grabs my arm and shifts behind me. She's communicating what I already know. The only way she's made it through what she has is because she's been mine. She's found comfort in the fact that I'm the only one.

No one else touches her.

"Come here, my beautiful believer," the Leader says.

"We'll perform for you," I snap. "We'll do what we've been doing. You said it was entertaining."

"I did. Which is why I want to experience the same. Are you disobeying me, Believer Logan?"

My fist tightens. I'm unable to keep the violence from my glare. I'm unable to stop gritting my teeth and imagining his skull cracking clean open.

"Take off our wife's dress," he orders. "Now… or the guards will be called in here."

Every movement becomes stiff and unnatural.

I hold in the explosion and fumble with fingers shaking from rage. Teysha's tattered dress is pulled over her head. I turn her toward me to keep her hidden.

…as much of her as I can when she's wearing nothing.

The Leader's grin widens. "Lay down on the bed, sweetheart."

I grip her arms tighter. "That's not necess?—"

"I believe I am speaking to our wife, Believer Logan. Go on, sweetheart. Get on the bed. On your back."

The little control I have over the situation slips out of my grasp. Teysha slips out of my fingers, tears shining in her eyes, as she obeys what the Leader says. She crawls onto the bed with shaky breaths and lays down on her back.

"Open those legs, sweetheart."

The moment feels surreal in the most fucked up way. Even more fucked up than things usually feel in captivity by the Chosen Saints. A ringing starts up in my ears, my skin running cold, as the sense of helplessness intensifies. It suffocates the air and takes away any light in the room.

I can barely talk, barely think, so on edge I might jump out of my skin.

"That's right," the Leader coos, stepping to the bed and petting Teysha's hair. "Open them right up. Soon you'll be taking us both, sweetheart."

"She doesn't want to," I choke out, my airway constricted.

The Leader arches a white-blond brow. "Are you challenging me, Believer Logan?"

I glare back at him. "There's no point to it?—"

"We do as I say, do we not?" he asks, almost in a laugh. "I ask again, do we need to call in the guards to remind you what happens when we disobey?"

"I'll… I'll do it," I say tensely. "Just me."

The Leader glances down at my crotch. "It doesn't seem like you're up to the task, Believer Logan. But I'll allow you to go first… if you think it will be easier."

My heart's jackhammering in my chest. The ringing has only grown louder. I'm lightheaded as I drop my workman pants and force my mind to slip away. Force myself to compartmentalize like I've learned to do—check out enough to get hard.

Get an erection so I can do this and get us the fuck out of this room.

Teysha lays motionless, or as still as she can given the sobs that sputter out of her. It's almost clinical how she's spread her legs and pinned her arms to her sides. You'd think this was a dreaded medical procedure and not an act between a husband and his wife.

I can't blame her when I stroke my dick and find myself flaccid. The Leader's watchful gaze weighs down on us. The depravity of the moment inescapable.

"It's going to be alright," I mutter under my breath. Then I stroke my dick, aware I'm not just speaking to Teysha anymore. I'm telling myself too. "You're going to be alright."

"Hurry up, Believer Logan," the Leader says, impatience sharpening his tone.

"I'm doing it," I growl through gritted teeth. "Give me a moment."

He sneers and drops his robe to the ground, his pale, untoned body frail, in direct contrast to the powerful position he holds. "This is the stallion Mandy's bragged about? It seems I'll need to show you a thing or two."

I run my enclosed fist over my dick a few more times and settle between Teysha's splayed thighs. Cold sweat clings to my brow as I let myself take in the quaking sight of her nude body. Anything to get myself going. Get aroused like I need to be.

But even Teysha's curves aren't enough. Not this time.

The situation's too fucked up. The pressure's unbearable and the repercussions traumatic. I can't compartmentalize this. I can't check out when the Leader climbs onto the bed and kneels at Teysha's head. He presents her his dick and I blink, realizing my eyes are moist.

Desperation claws away at me from the inside. It punctures my lungs and makes it impossible to breathe.

I've never felt so fucking helpless. So fucking… hopeless.

"Take me in your mouth, sweetheart," the Leader coos. "That's right. With those pretty lips. Suck on the head."

A sputtered sob leaves Teysha before she's silenced by his member. Her wide, glossy eyes flick to mine, and I see the pain shining up at me. The damage being done.

The last little piece of herself fracturing.

And I've let it happen .

I can't… I can't let him… I have to…

I release a howl like I've been stabbed in the chest and launch myself across the bed. I spear into the Leader with a fist that smashes his nose. We sail backward off the bed and crash onto the floor. I've slammed my fist into his face a couple more times before the door flings open and the guards flood the room.

I'm wrenched off him, then tossed aside to the floor. Amos points a rifle in my face while the other two help the Leader up.

The commotion's so loud, all the sounds blend together.

Teysha's terrified screams. The pounding on the ground from the guards' boots. The ragged breaths and storm of expletives I've released. The Leader's eerily calm laugh as he spits out blood and grins down at me.

"I believe it is clear what needs to happen," he says, standing naked with a level of cockiness only a man who thinks he's god could have. "It seems Believer Logan needs a friendly reminder of his place."

"NO!" I roar. "DON'T FUCKING?—"

A boot to the face shuts me up, pain exploding from my nose, across my cheeks. It's the first hit of many. Amos and the other two guards surround me and begin doling out the friendly reminder. Punches, kicks, the butt of the rifle coming down hard against my skull and then my ribs.

"FUCK OFF!" I yell, twisting on the floor, throwing blind punches.

Soon all I can see are the legs of the men blocking off the rest of the room. All I can hear are my own grunts of pain and the crack of whatever bone's being fractured.

Except for the Leader's voice in the background.

"Now," he says, "to enjoy my wife."

"NO!" I yell before I'm pummeled again. "I TOLD YOU SHE DOESN'T WANT?—"

The rifle collides with my mouth and pain vibrates through my teeth. I'm swallowing blood as I weave in and out of consciousness. I come to in time for another punch. Another kick. Another jam of the rifle against some part of my bruised, broken body.

Soon I stop responding. My eye's swollen shut and the pain's throbbing everywhere.

There's no escaping it… or anything else about the moment. I black out several times, then return to the squeaking of the mattress springs. Teysha's choked sobs. The Leader's groans of pleasure.

Until consciousness floats away again before I can even process it.

The fucked up cycle begins again. For hours that seem endless throughout the hellish night 'til morning bleeds across the sky…