Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

TYRANT

Everyone else lives in a dorm style room or a shared apartment. When you’re part of a brood you get your own place. No roommates needed, or allowed.

Serafina has been here before. She doesn’t remember coming but she does remember leaving. I carried her with my bare hands into my place and carried her to the bedroom. That’s where she slept. Safe. Sound. And now it feels completely different.

I know Des drugged her. There’s nothing I can do about it right now. Nothing I can prove. No punishment to be dealt. And I will not stand there and act like a fucking toddler and do the blame game.

But the teddy bear…

Ironic enough that seems so much more harmless than slipping GHB into someone’s drink.

The head ripped off. The eyes plucked off.

“So at what point do I get to ask questions?”

My claimed one ’s voice is shaky. She’s scared to talk to me, which is a good thing. She should be scared of me. I’m not here for her comfort. Protection is one thing, comfort and hope is a whole other situation that I want no part of.

I make sure my door is locked. I have an advanced security system wired throughout the entire place. A fucking fly can’t wiggle a wing without a camera picking it up, recording it, and storing it. And even from there, all footage is automatically filed by name, date, movement pattern, duration, and several other factors. There’s also facial recognition software built in. Just in case I need proof of someone being here.

I don’t fuck around. None of us do. We’re the chosen and trained to handle targets . We wear murder on our hands the way someone skiing wears gloves.

I step closer to Serafina. Her hair is messy. She’s wearing the same clothes from the party. Her bag is at her feet.

I touch her chin. “What questions can you possibly have for me?”

Serafina laughs at how absurd that is. She probably has a million questions burning inside her.

“Do you know who did it?” she asks. “The teddy bear thing?”

“No,” I say.

“But the party…”

“I’m not talking about that.”

“Of course not. Why even bother asking you a thing.”

My hand moves down to her throat and I press. She steps back and grabs at my wrist. She claws but she does not attempt to pull my hand away. I walk her back to a wall and hold her there. I apply a little bit of pressure. Then a little more.

“It’s my job to protect you, Sera. And to break you. I’ve already told you what’s going to happen to whoever is doing this. Might be time for you to think about anyone you’ve hurt or pissed off. Maybe someone followed you here. Or maybe someone around here took one look at you and wants to play. Wants you dead. Just what I need on my plate. More fucking work.” I press my hand harder to her throat. “Does this bother you, claimed one ?”

I can feel her wanting to swallow hard but can’t.

“No,” she manages to whisper.

“Have you ever been… rough …?”

Her eyes drop.

“Let me guess. He didn’t want to hurt you.”

She lifts her eyes back to mine. She shrugs her shoulders.

“You’re mine now, claimed one . There are no limits. Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” she purrs.

“Say it. Say what I just said back to me.”

“There are no limits,” Serafina speaks with my hand against her throat. “I am yours, Ty …”

She uses the shortened version of my name. Unsure if I’ll punish her for that or not.

“Good girl,” I say. “You may ask me a question now.”

I slide my hand up to her jaw. I run my thumb along her bottom lip.

“Someone drugged me,” she whispers. “I had no idea. Everything at that party happened so fast. I should have known better than to grab a drink off the counter like that.”

“That isn’t a question, Sera. I don’t need to hear your fucking pity party regret right now. Not unless you have a time machine to go back and change things.”

Her cheeks blush a deep shade of red.

“You… you inspected me, Ty. Why? What did you…” She swallows hard. “What did you think you were going to find? And why didn’t…”

Her mouth clamps shut. I ram my thumb against her lips and pull at her jaw.

“Fuck no,” I growl. “Ask the question.”

“Why didn’t you touch me and keep going? Why did you stop? You knew I was… wet …”

Oh, you fucking vixen. Trying to be pure and acting untouched. Craving a sense of darkness you think nobody could understand. Except you’ve met that darkness. I am that darkness.

Someone wants to kill her and she’s worried about why I didn’t tongue fuck her cunt while she was wet and I was looking at her.

I cup her face with my right hand.

“First of all, haven’t you watched any crime shows before?” I ask. “I wanted to check for signs of… forced attention. ” I grit my teeth for a second. Then I just say the fucking word. “Rape.”

“Oh. Right.”

“I was looking for bruising,” I say. “Your inner thighs and your hips. To see if someone held you down. Held you tight. And as far as your cunt goes, it’s pretty obvious I was looking for the same thing.”

Her cheeks go even darker when I say the word cunt . She better get used to it. I am not calling her cunt a pussy . Or her flower . Or her delicate entrance .

“I would have been able to tell if something happened,” I say. “Like I already told you, when I found you in that bedroom, you were standing there, stumbling around, near an open window. I didn’t know what was going to happen. You even started to fall toward the window. I couldn’t tell if you were just out of it or if you were trying to kill yourself.”

She sucks in a breath. “Why…”

“To answer your other question. Fuck answering it. You wanted me to taste your sweet cunt. You wanted me to press my nose against your soft, tender clit. Rub up and down. Side to side. Smelling you so fucking deeply that I could taste it. My lips then tightening around your clit, suckling it. Leaving you falling into a sense of pleasure you’ve been wanting. But then that’s when I bite your clit. I grab it with my teeth and I fucking pull. I make you scream. Your eyes fill with tears. You want to pull me away but you know you can’t move your hands.”

Her body starts to shiver. If I keep talking to her like this, she’s going to come. So my claimed one is more than ready for more.

“No more questions,” I tell her.

“ No more questions ,” she says back to me, her eyes almost in a hypnotic trance.

She’s terrified and has every right to be. The new arrival process is not pleasant. Demo and Vic dressed in all black with their masks on, showing up to Sera’s house, and essentially kidnapping her. And then she’s roomed with those two moronic whores, Lia and Naya. Then she’s fed to me.

And when I’m done with her… she’ll be married off to Des…

I move my hand to the back of her neck and squeeze.

“Come with me,” I tell her, then walk her toward one of the doors.

When I open it, I push her into the bedroom and turn on the light. Her eyes go right where I need them to go. The massive eye hooks installed into the back wall. Several of them. Depending on how much I want someone to lift or spread their arms. The same hooks installed on the bottom of the wall. And even into the floor.

“Ty…”

I step up behind Serafina.

“You will be chained to that wall very soon, claimed one ,” I whisper.

The rest of the room looks mostly normal. A bed. Two nightstands. I know what I like. I know what I want. I’m always prepared.

Serafina looks around the room. She’s wondering if there are chains. Or cuffs. Or some rope. Plenty to wonder. Plenty to experience too.

“The first thing you’re going to do is shower. Clean your entire body. Head to toe. Everywhere, claimed one . Every-fucking-where.”

My left hand touches her ass, just for a moment.

I tell her where the bathroom is and that there are plenty of towels. She can take a shower as long as she wants, I don’t really give a fuck. Serafina is here.

And she’s not going anywhere unless I allow her.