TWELVE

CELESTE

W hen I feel my ass and pussy simultaneously pumped full of warm cum from both men I almost fall again myself. With my eyesight gone and the drugs pumping through my veins, every touch is even more intense. Every nerve ending in my body feels as if it's being electrocuted. Wave after wave of pleasurable contraction rolls through my being. I'm completely stuffed full of both their release and the feeling is so filthy and fulfilling.

Both men cradle me carefully between their strong arms as I come back down. I gulp down several deep breaths and will my heart to settle. I don't need to be able to see to know we're a disgusting mess of sweat and mud and blood and cum. There's freedom in this filth though, something feral and animalistic about the way we just fucked and it's unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

"Are you both even real or is this just some fucked up fantasy?" I whisper as I lay my head against the chest of the man below me. He's hard and muscular and warm. I let my fingers trace across the ridges of his defined muscles aimlessly.

"Who says it can't be both, sweetness?" the demon beneath me whispers into my ear. "Let me be your dark fantasy. Say you'll be mine, baby girl, and let me be your monster."

The sudden sensation of cock being ripped out of my tight back hole has me shrieking in discomfort as the man behind me swiftly removes himself from our tangled fuck fest.

"That's not what this fucking is, Luke, and you know it!" he roars from above us.

I can't see what's happening but the mood has changed. The man beneath me tenses. I feel myself tense as well, my instincts telling me that something is very wrong. The drugs are still in my system though, and I can't tell if I'm really feeling this or if I'm starting to fall into drug-induced chaos. The lines between here and there are becoming more and more blurred as I try to focus on reality.

Suddenly a rough grip around my arm and a tug have me struggling to my knees. Cum drips down my thighs and I shiver at the contrast of pain and pleasure wracking through my body.

"Come on, man." I think it's the demon talking, the man called Luke, but he sounds far away. I guess he moved to stand. I need this blindfold off. Things are getting weird and I'm starting to panic. "We can find a different way."

"There's no fucking going back now, Luke! You agreed to this! Go get the shit from the car and let's end this!"

"Agreed to what?" I ask. Well, maybe I ask. I can't tell if I said that out loud or in my head. It doesn't seem to matter either way because the men keep ignoring me and arguing.

"Garett, I agreed to help you with this before I knew we'd be fucking her repeatedly then just ending her! This is really fucked up man, even for us! I don't think I can do it!"

Did he just say what I think he said? I try to squirm away but the hand wrapped around my arm holds me in a bruising grip.

"You know what's at stake!" The one in the devil mask—Garett—is yelling now. His voice is rough and desperate. His tone has my anxiety skyrocketing. I can feel the ball of panic forming uncomfortably in my stomach, pulling down on my diaphragm and making it difficult to breathe. "Remember what they did to us?"

Ripping the scrap of fabric off my eyes, I blink several times in order to attempt to refocus my vision. We're deep in the woods. The full moon shines down from up high, leaving long shadows streaking across the forest floor. The axis of the earth seems to tilt suddenly, the shadows contorting and swaying in grotesque movements. The rational piece of my mind knows it's just the drugs they gave me, but my irrational limbic system is shouting at me to run. If this is a fight or flight situation, I'm choosing flight. I blink several times, willing the world to return to normal.

Turning my eyes to the figures on either side of me, I'm shocked. Underneath the masks are true monsters, tall and imposing with creeping shadows hiding half their faces in distorted darkness. One is bulkier with black hair, piercing blue eyes, and swirling tattoos covering his chest and arms. My devil.

The other is taller but leaner. He's clear of any ink but his dark hair and darker eyes give him the appearance of someone threatening. My dark demon. They've both pulled on their pants but are shirtless. I feel so small beneath them.

"I know you," I say to the man with tattoos who's staring down at me with something intangible and deadly swirling in his irises.

A devilish smirk pulls at the corners of his lips as he leans down and brushes a soft finger across my cheek. "That's right, angel. I've been hunting you for quite some time, and now you've fallen right into my trap."

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"Revenge."

I swear something straight from the pits of Hell swirls in his eyes as he looks down at me. His pointed canines glint in the moonlight, as if he's planning to consume me completely, ripping flesh from soul. Panic. That's the feeling currently constricting my chest as I fight to breathe. Tears prick the corner of my eyes.

"What have I ever done to you?" I ask as my voice shakes unsteadily. I look around to assess my options and realize the other man has gone. It's just the two of us here and I'm naked and high as a kite. There's no escape.

"It's not what you've done, but who you are. I'm not a good man, angel." He leans down and strokes along my cheek, the touch surprisingly tender as he wipes a tear off my face. "I'd do anything for my girl, and I mean anything. She's everything to me. I have lied and cheated and even killed for her. But right now, someone's keeping her from me. Someone who's a very bad man, someone who's hurt a lot of people. His fucking friends will get what's coming to them but I have something special in mind for him. And you, my dear," he pushes a loose strand of my hair behind my hair almost lovingly as he speaks, "are going to help me get my revenge and get my girl. So, as much fun as this has been, I need you out of the way. You're here to be my sacrificial lamb."

"I-I don't understand. I thought I was your girl?"

His sharp laugh cuts through the silence of the night. He throws his head back towards the sky and I swear serpents dance from his open mouth, but that must be the drugs, right?

"I never pretended to care for you, angel. I'm not a hero and you're certainly not a perfect little princess. I'm a bad man and you're a fucking dumb bitch who fell for a monster. I'm here for one thing and one thing only: destruction. " His dark eyes find mine and fire erupts from within the darkness. "Now run."

"I don't understand," I mutter while attempting to stand. My legs are shaky and unsteady. My bare toes sink into the muddy earth beneath us, pulling me deeper into the ground as if the forest knows my fate has always been to end up here.

"Then let me make it exceptionally clear: you're going to run and if I catch you, I will kill you." He turns and walks towards a tree off to the side of the clearing we're in. "If Luke catches you, he will kill you." From behind the tree he pulls something off the ground and into his hand, but he's far away and I can't quite make out what it is in the darkness. I'm entirely focused on the thing in his hand as he approaches me again. "I'm a bad man but not an unfair one. I always give my victims an opportunity to save themselves. You've been running from everyone your whole life, so let's see how good you are at it. The only way you're getting out of here alive is if you manage to outrun us and disappear into the night."

When he gets close enough I am able to make out what he's holding and fear like I've never known rips through my entire nervous system. He's loading a crossbow.

"If I catch you, I'll pierce your eager little heart with an arrow. This isn't a game. You need to understand that. I'd do anything to make her love me, even if that means sacrificing your life."

I begin to back away, stumbling over tree roots and rocks. He cocks his head and watches me, amusement in his eyes.

"Fly for your life, angel."

I turn and run.

His chilling laughter rings through the night air behind me as I move as fast as my feet will carry me. I don't look back. My soles scrape against the rough terrain but I don't feel it. The drugs are distorting everything, including my sense of pain and discomfort. Branches scrape and pull at my skin, but I don't stop. I pump my arms widely, willing myself to just get away from the monster at my back. I run until my lungs feel like they'll explode if I take another step. Only then do I slow.

The sole sound I can hear is that of my own rapid breathing. My heart beats wildly and erratically against my ribcage. Everything is dark and unfamiliar. I realize I have no sense of direction. I could be running deeper into the woods or closer to the road and safety, but I have no idea. I don't even know where they've taken me.

My breathing is still ragged as I try to formulate a plan, harsh pants leaving my lips in white whispers. I spin and spin in circles, my dark and damp hair whipping me in the face as I turn. I'm absolutely lost and alone.

I try to remember the last time that I talked to anyone. Did I text Liv after school or did I just mean to? Did anyone see me leaving with two masked men? I'm fairly certain the school was empty when we left but I can't remember. How long will it be before someone even notices that I'm gone? Everything is so hazy. I'm as lost within my mind as I am in the woods.

A snap of a twig off to the right causes me to jerk my head in that direction. My heart beats with such intensity that I fear it will burst out of my chest. I hold my breath, too nervous to make any sound. All I hear is silence. The emptiness of my surroundings feels like a black hole I've fallen into with nothing to tether me back to reality. I'm floating through chaos and that's fucking terrifying.

I hear it before I see it, before I sense it. The low whistle of the arrow as it cuts through the cold night air hits my ear. I freeze in complete panic. The thud of the arrow landing in the tree just a few feet from me causes me to jump. My feet move on their own accord, running towards or away from my hunter, I don't know. An animalistic need to flee takes complete control of my mind. My lungs burn desperately but I can't stop. I won't stop. For the first time in a long time, I'm desperate to survive, desperate for one more day.

And then I'm caught.

Large, muscular arms wrap around my torso, lifting me off the ground. If these fuckers think I'm going down without a fight though, they've got another thing coming to them. I flail, kicking my legs and twisting wildly against his hold. I break my nails down to the bed trying to claw and scratch at any skin I can get to. I shriek like the caged animal that I am.

"Fuck! Stop! Stop already!" His hold tightens as I continue to fight. "It's me! Stop, sweetness!"

Something about that pet name triggers an unconscious calming mechanism and I still. Slowly, he places my feet back down on the ground. My heart is still beating at a rapid rate but I take several deep breaths in and out, counting in my head to regulate and ground myself. Luke doesn't let go, his arms still snaked around me, rubbing soothing circles across my naked flesh.

"Shh. It's okay, everything's okay. I got you now. Just breathe with me okay?"

One of his large hands lands on my chest, right above my heart. He applies light pressure in a steady rhythm. His touch is strong and authoritative but comforting. I've never had anyone touch me like this before, like they're forcing my anxiety out of my chest. It's strangely soothing.

I think the drugs are finally starting to wear off. That or the adrenaline is leaving my system. Either way, I'm coming down hard. I realize how cold it is out and goosebumps break out across my skin. A shiver runs down my spine.

"Please don't kill me," I whisper into the night.

He spins me swiftly until I'm facing him. His hands move to cup my face. I'm immediately drawn into the depths of his eyes. They're so dark they almost seem to be nothing more than a shining reflection of the world around us. A small crease forms on his brow, as if he's worried.

"You're mine, sweetness. Your pleasure, your pain, your fear, your submission is all mine. And I take good care of what's mine." His lips capture mine in a desperate kiss. I gasp at his sudden assault, allowing him the opportunity to sink his tongue into my open mouth. His tongue pushes against my in a possessive fury. His teeth pull and tear at my bottom lip. The metallic taste of my own blood is smeared across my palette by his tongue.

And then another arrow whizzes past my head, hitting the tree beyond us with a deafening thud. Splinters of wood fly through the air and I scream. The moment turns from passionate to panicked in the blink of an eye. I spin to face my hunter, but Luke's arms hold firm around me.

"Luke, you knew what she was from the start." The Devil approaches us with evil in his eyes and a crossbow in his hands.

"I know that was the plan, but I have a new one." Luke pulls me back tightly against him, my back flush against his muscular chest. His tone is sure and calm. "You're going to give her to me."

The other man's loud laughter echoes off the trees surrounding us. It's an evil laugh, one full of menace. My body longs to flee again but I'm stuck, held in place and restrained. One of my demon's arms stays firmly planted across my chest, his hand splayed against my heart. The other arm begins to roam slowly down my shivering form.

"She's not yours to keep, Luke. We need her dead for the rest of this plan to work. You know that."

"No." His hand roams lower, skating across my stomach and then downward still until his large fingers cup my tender pussy. I gasp at the sudden sensitive touch. "You need her gone, not dead."

Thick fingers push apart my lips and slip into my slit. I attempt to turn my head to look at him because like seriously, what the fuck? But he pulls me tighter against him, preventing any movement.

The Devil seems to consider his options, his eyes narrowing slightly. The intensity of his stare makes me squirm but as I do, large fingers land on my clit. My demon begins to rub small and delicate circles against my sensitive nub and I moan involuntarily in pleasure, even as my mind tells me how very wrong this all is. I should fight. I should run. I should get far, far away from these terrible men. But I don't. Instead, I open my thighs slightly, allowing him better access.

The Devil's eyes flash down towards where my demon is touching me. Licking his lips, he smirks as he watches me writhe against another man's hand, while he points an arrow at my chest and threatens to kill me. A mixture of their cum and my current arousal leaks down my thighs, mingling with my blood. A fire lights in the eyes of the man in front of me.

"She does seem to be desperate for your cock, brother. It would be a shame to waste such a submissive little slut." His filthy words cause my skin to burn with desire. I want more of this madness, even though it might kill me. "What's this plan then? How can she be gone and not dead?"

Without warning, one thick finger is shoved inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion but when he starts pumping in and out of me the pain melts into a warm pleasure rolling through my core. This is so wrong. I'm caught between life and death, literally. The man in front of me is furiously trying to kill me and the man behind me is furiously trying to make me come. I'm completely at their mercy.

"Let me keep her. Let me take her and make her my good little pet." He adds a second digit and curls them. His fingers gently caress my walls, begging me to fall over the edge for him. "She'll be a good little girl for me, won't you, sweetness?" His tongue licks a wicked path up my neck and around the shell of my ear, eliciting even more pleasure from me.

I can't seem to find the words to answer him. Everything is too much and my mind is a mess. These men make me feel scared and threatened and confused. And yet, they also make me feel special and desired and alive.

When I don't respond, his other hand snakes through my hair and pulls my head back sharply. Pain radiates across my scalp. "You will answer your Master when I address you. Is that clear, pet?" His tone is harsh but needy like he can't stop himself from wanting to possess every last shred of me.

My eyes swing up to meet the swirling seas of the Devil's eyes as he watches me. I can feel my orgasm building and I move my hips to meet my demon's punishing pace as he pounds his fingers into my pussy.

"Yes, Master," I manage to choke out.

His hand releases my hair and I let out a contented sigh. Slowly his fingers glide down my head before sliding around my neck, holding me tightly, but not tight enough to cut off my air.

A spark lights in the Devil's eyes and before I can even register what has happened, he closes the gap between us, standing flush against my writhing body. His hand finds the other side of my neck and his fingers wrap around the thin column and clasp onto Luke's. Together they squeeze tightly enough to begin to cut off my air without causing me too much pain. I'm sandwiched between two men who can't seem to decide if they want to kill me, fuck me, or both.

The Devil in front of me leans down and whispers in my ear, "You never answered him, Celeste. You're either dead for my desires or a slave to his. What's it going to be, angel?"

Both men are waiting for my answer but there's no question in my mind. I've been running my entire life. Running from my past, running from anyone who dared get too close, running from the fear and the pain. But I'm done running, I'm willing to just let go.

"I want to be a good little pet for my Master," I manage to speak between moans as my demon's fingers curl against the bundle of nerves inside me. The fingers around my throat squeeze a little more, almost cutting off all my air. I'm so close to finishing. "Please, I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your good girl and do whatever you ask of me. I'm ready to submit."

His nostrils flare as his hand squeezes tighter and he leans into me. His eyes drift down to the thick fingers pumping in and out of my soaking slit. "That's it brother, keep fucking your filthy little slut. I want to watch her eyes as she falls from your ecstasy into my darkness. Our own little fallen angel coming all over your hand while she passes out."

My demon's thumb finds my clit and he rubs small circles furiously over the desperate bundle of nerves. The combined sensation of both men's hands on me is enough to push me over the edge. I attempt to cry out as my orgasm tears through me, the fear from almost being killed making everything that much more intense, but my voice is barely audible as together they continue to squeeze. Small dots begin to cloud my vision as my air is completely cut off. Each wave of my orgasm pulses through my pussy in rhythm with the blood pumping in my ears as my body begins to shut down from lack of oxygen. My willingness to let go, to give in completely and give up all control allows me to unleash and feel every wave of pleasure as it crashes through me. My muscles want to fight, they want to claw at their hands until I can suck in air, but I stop myself. I let myself give in to them.

"Good choice, sweetness."

My new Master places a chaste kiss on my brow before everything goes dark.