Chapter 13

ChapterThirteen

EDEN

Silence envelops me, indicating that these could be the last moments of my life. My eyes shut as thick blood assaults my skin. I hold my breath and refuse to open my mouth for fear of tasting the crimson liquid that circles my head.

My hand hits the bottom of the bath, and I struggle to push myself up, but something presses against my head, holding me down. This is the moment. This is where I’ll die. I wonder if it’ll be reported in the news or if I’ll be one of the forever missing, discarded, and dismembered, another horrific trophy for the three masked psychos.

Yet as I fear for my life, my body is in flames as I experience the best orgasm of my entire life. The abundance of endorphins released when death and sex are combined is earth-shattering. But although my vagina is a slut, my brain kicks in and tries to save me from drowning in a pool of blood.

Metal flavor, stinging pain, and fresh air. I’m lifted out of the pool by my hair, and blood cascades down my face as I gulp for air.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I scream.

There’s no point walking around eggshells with these fuckers. They’ll kill me if they want or let me live. It’s all based on whims, but I will not become a pathetic whimpering idiot hoping I’ll keep my life. I begged for mercy in the past and swore I’d never let anyone see me break. My life isn’t worth my dignity. I’d rather die fighting.

“Don’t be upset, Doe,” Asmodeus says as he yanks my head back and licks blood off my cheek. “Your pussy quivered like a champ. Bet that was the hardest you’ve come in your entire life.”

“My pussy did no such thing,” I lie.

Asmodeus spins me to face him. His bright blue eyes are determined, and his pink lips are tilted in a smirk. His face mask adds a sick thrill. My mind reels with the burst of endorphins as his large hands grip my shoulders, forcing me to sit beside the bath. “Is that why your little cunt quivered while my cock was in you? You should have seen your legs shake as you came, baby.”

“Fuck you!” I shout.

“Been there, done that, sweetheart.”

“You done? Had your fill?” I demand.

My heart hammers in my chest, and my skin tingles with anticipation as Asmodeus’ smirk widens. His fingers dance against my flesh as he moves his hand from my shoulder to my throat. The pad of his thumb brushes against my skin before he grips the entirety of my throat.

We face off against each other, blue eyes to brown, almost like a game of chicken. My mind yells at me to run, kick him, but my vagina begs me to see the depths of his depravity and partake in a carnal bliss I’ve never experienced.

I break eye contact with Asmodeus, and my gaze moves to Iblis. He’s hunched over, one hand holding the side of the bath while the other moves aggressively on his cock. His face is red, his lips a purple shade heading to blue. He gasps for breath as Abaddon tightens the belt around his neck. Iblis continues to get fucked like a man with no regard for the line he’s straddling between life and death.

“Don’t worry about him, Little Doe,” Asmodeus’ deep voice whispers in my ear. “Just like you, he enjoys the brink. That place where worlds collide and you’re stripped of reality, worry, and struggle. Right now, all Iblis can think about is cumming.”

With those words, he pushes me backward until my head is bound and bathed in blood again. But this time, he doesn’t push me under. He holds me firm, and dread intensifies a burning in me that I know I’ll become beholden to.

His fingers penetrate me, first one, two, and finally three. He spreads me open, scissoring his fingers, assaulting my G-spot as he severs my access to air. Lightheadedness consumes me, and his touch on my pussy intensifies.

“I like you better like this, Little Doe. An obedient whore rendered speechless. Now, I need you to stay still. Wouldn’t want to accidentally kill you before I’ve had my fill.” Asmodeus pulls out of my pussy and reaches for the blood-stained goblet. He dips it into the bath and pulls it out, blood covering his arm to his elbow.

The tip of his pink tongue licks the lip of the cup. “As much as I love this flavor, it could be better.” Using his knee, Asmodeus pulls my legs apart and pours the red liquid on my pussy. His ravenous stare lands between my legs before he pushes me further back and situates his mouth directly over my center. “Pussy and blood. There’s nothing better.”

His tongue lashes at my clit before moving in circles. The rhythm is transcendental. Asmodeus may be a psychotic killer, but his tongue is velvet and silk. With pure skill and unimaginable talent, he lulls my body into a delusion of paradise when, in reality, I’m trapped in some sort of hellish purgatory.

I hold myself up, desperate to avoid falling into the blood again as I stare up at the cathedral ceilings and the surrounding visions of Jesus from the bible, wondering if this is what heaven would feel like, the perfect pleasure that allows you to fall off the edge.

“Oh God,” I croak as my body shakes with uncontrollable tremors.

“How blasphemous of you, Little Doe. Crying to God while being fucked by the devil,” Asmodeus says. My body stiffens as his sharp fangs graze my clit, worried about what kind of insanity this man is capable of. “The next time you cry his name while I’m between your legs, I’ll bite this off and gorge on your blood.”

A sane person would run, but my pussy isn’t sane. I moan and push my hips closer to his mouth.

Asmodeus laughs and lifts me, his eyes eating up my bloody and naked form. He crushes his lips to mine, making me taste the blood and myself. “Now that I’ve had a taste, it’s unlikely I’ll let you go free.”

“We had a deal,” I state.

“And I plan on keeping it. But I don’t lose when I want something, and Little Doe, I want more of you.”

Asmodeus leaves me recovering as he grabs the goblet half full of blood and steps up to Abaddon and Iblis. He places the goblet under Iblis’ dick as he quickly strokes his cock. I watch in wonder at how quickly Asmodeus brings Iblis to his knees. His legs stiffen, and he growls as ropes of clear liquid ejaculate from his cock, landing in the cup. “Such a good boy, Iblis. Look at how much you came for us.”

I’m prepared for Asmodeus to drink the concoction, but he brings the cup to Iblis’s lips. He opens his mouth, but before he takes a sip, he whispers, “Through him, with him, in him, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, all glory and honor is yours, almighty Father, forever and ever.”

Asmodeus tips the cup, and Iblis drinks.

“Amen.” Asmodeus licks the liquid remaining on Iblis’ lips before turning to me. “You’ve got a five-minute head start. Run.”