Chapter 35

Chapter Thirty-Five

TYRANT

The Perg.

I stand in my robe, my mask on my face.

This time, I’m not the focal point. In fact, our brood hangs back a little, near a side wall.

On display tonight is a naked woman with her hands cuffed behind her back and a black bag over her head. Don’t worry, she can mostly breathe. There’s no risk of her dying from this little ceremony of exhibition.

My brother Luc rises up from his throne and steps down toward the woman. To her left stands Mac. He’s holding a chain that’s attached to a leather strap fastened securely around the woman’s neck. From behind I can see the curve of her lower back. Two little dimples. A very round and well defined ass.

“I guess Mac is an ass man , huh?” Demo whispers in a growl next to me.

We’re far enough away from the ceremony that nobody will hear us talking.

“Everyone has their thing, Demo,” I say.

“Very nice ass on her. I’d like to see it clap for me. You know?”

“Shut the fuck up, Demo,” Peri’s voice to my left growls.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Demo asks.

“Show a little respect, guys,” Vic says on Demo’s right.

“Fucking asshole,” I hear Peri whisper.

I glance at him and I swear he’s sort of shaking. A little bit swaying too. My best guess is that he’s high or drunk. Or both. Coming to a ceremony all fucked up is a big error in judgement.

Back at the ceremony, Luc takes the bag off the woman’s head. She’s wearing a black silk blindfold and has the same wrapped around her mouth.

“Turn around so the rest can see your body,” Luc’s voice echoes.

Mac guides the woman into turning around. Now we all can see the front of her naked body. A nice full pair of tits with very small, button-like nipples. She barely has any areola surface around her nipples either.

I’m comparing her to Serafina.

Fuck that, Tyrant. Don’t do that.

She has her bellybutton pierced. Her hips are really wide and almost hooked .

“Sporting some landscaping there, huh?” Demo asks with a chuckle.

“Fuck, man, relax,” I growl.

Demo chuckles again. The woman has a well-groomed bush. And good for her for that. And good for Mac too if he likes digging through the weeds to get to some warm cunt. It’s not my business.

Mac grabs the woman by her throat and drags her down to her knees.

“Head back, whore!” Mac bellows. “Mouth open!”

The woman does as told and Mac spits into her mouth.

“Next,” Mac says.

A masked man steps up in front of the woman. He lifts his mask, revealing himself to be Ven. He spits into the woman’s mouth. Next is Sin. Then Baal ( one eye and all ).

“Take her mouth for a ride,” Demo says to me.

“Go for it,” I say. “All that spit mixing in there. Fucking nasty, huh?”

“I’ll go do it,” Peri says.

Then he’s gone, walking across the Perg toward Mac. He takes his mask off and Mac gives an approving nod. Peri steps up to the woman.

“Something is wrong,” I hear Vic say.

If my head wasn’t so clouded with my claimed one and her fucking issues, I would have seen it myself.

“You want this?” Peri barks at the woman.

“No talking to her,” Mac says. “Just spit in her mouth and move on. She’s not worthy of words.”

“How about I drop my pants and fill her mouth with my piss?” Peri yells. “Fucking bitch!”

There’s a smacking sound, then two masked guys lunge for Peri to get him away from the woman. As they drag Peri away, he starts to run at the woman. He hits her left shoulder and then her left nipple.

“Put him down,” Luc orders to his left-hand man.

Des.

I can’t stop what’s going to happen as Des walks up to Peri and hits him with a cattle prod. He hits with such electric force we all hear the sickening buzz and even see a flash of blue spark. Peri’s body goes limp and numb in a second and then he’s face down on the floor.

Des jabs the prod at Peri again. I tense up. The entire Perg is now silent and overflowing with tension. It’s up to our leader to now set the tone once again. Luc looks at Mac and nods.

“Close your mouth and swallow all that spit,” Mac tells the naked woman on her knees.

She does as told. Mac puts his mask back on. Luc gets in front of the woman’s face. I have no desire to see my brother get his dick sucked by some woman Mac is fucking, so I’m very grateful for the angle I have right now. I can only see Luc from behind.

Mac holds the chain with one hand and watches the scene unfold. From where I am I can barely hear some wet kissing and slurping noises. Mac reaches for the woman but I can’t see what’s happening next. I hear the echoing sound of gagging, which tells me Mac’s hand is pressed against the woman’s head, ensuring Luc’s cock is buried deep in her throat.

I have no clue who this woman is and I don’t give a fuck who she is. She’s making her sacrifice right now in front of everyone in the Perg . She’s offering herself to Luc, allowed by Mac, who is simply guiding her. I doubt she’s been claimed , but she’s being used and being broken for someone else.

After Luc dumps a load of his cum down the woman’s throat he walks back to the throne and takes a seat.

I get a good look at the woman again. Her lips are raw and puffy. There’s spit all over her chin and chest. I’m sure it’s more than just spit but I refuse to think about it .

Mac grabs the woman’s throat and orders her to stand. She does.

The ceremony ends when the bag is placed back on her head and Mac walks out of the Perg , pulling on the chain that’s connected to her neck. She’s simply a prisoner of pleasure, told what to do, when to do it, and has been trained purposefully to enjoy it. Her mind and body fused together, coming to an agreement that sexual attention is the only thing she needs to survive. A well designed, beautiful woman for someone to marry and control. Luc gives a nod and a wave for the rest of us to exit the Perg too. I refuse to walk away.

Not until I’m allowed to help Peri.

It’s been a while since the four of us just sort of hung out together. That’s such a weird fucking phrase to use.

Hung out together.

It’s me, Demo, Vic, and Peri. Our brood .

Demo is chewing on pills like candy and Vic is sucking on a joint like that chained up, cuffed, blindfolded slut was sucking on Luc. Peri just sits on the ground, back against an old stone wall, one leg bent, staring forward. He drinks from a bottle of whiskey like he doesn’t taste it. I haven’t seen him blink in a few minutes.

“So, when is your claimed getting her handover ceremony?” Vic asks.

“Never,” I blurt out.

Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that.

“What do you mean by that?” Demo asks.

“She’s not getting out of my sight until this shit settles,” I say. “I want to know who is trying to hurt her. Kill her.”

“Since when does life fucking matter to you?” Peri calls out without looking my way.

“What the fuck is your problem right now, Peri?” I ask. “You’ve been acting like a miserable prick. Wanting to pick a fight with Demo. Now you’re running your mouth at me.”

“Yeah?” Peri asks. He looks at me. “Have a fucking drink, dickhead.”

He flings the bottle of whiskey at me with serious force behind it.

I punch the bottle away, but it hit directly on my middle knuckle. And, fuck, if that doesn’t really hurt. Not to mention that whiskey is splashed all over me.

I take one step and Vic gets in the way.

“Fuck yourself, Vic,” I growl.

Peri climbs to his feet. “Come on, Ty. Let’s go for it. All three of you even. You fucking walk around here like fucking kings. That’s right. Fuck you. All of you.”

Peri spits on the ground and turns and starts to walk. Vic opens both his arms because he now has to keep both Demo and myself from chasing Peri down and splitting his skull open like a coconut.

“It’s what he had to do,” Vic says.

“Throw a fucking a bottle at me?” I ask.

“No, Ty, not that. I’m saying he’s acting like this because of what he had to do. That situation.”

“The guy that was fucking the prostitute I killed,” I say.

“The family of that guy,” Vic says.

“What happened?” Demo asks.

“He took the order to handle something,” I say. “He offered himself up for it. Fuck. He can’t deal with it now, can he?”

“He’s processing it,” Vic says. “It wasn’t an easy one. Okay?”

“Innocents,” Demo says.

“Most of them are,” I growl.

I turn away and think about Calvin. The way I beat that guy senseless. Tied him to his bed. Drilled a screw into his leg. I fucking tortured the guy because of some stupid shit he did to Serafina back in high school.

“We’re all fucking psychopaths,” I say with my back to Vic and Demo. “It comes with the territory.”

“He’ll be okay,” Vic says. “Just give him a second to breathe.”

“Hey, if he’s going to lose his edge, someone should say something to Luc,” Demo says.

I spin and grab Demo by his shirt and drive him back against the old stone wall. Demo flexes and growls, grabbing at me, turning us so I’m slammed against the wall. Christ, Demo is the size of a semi-truck. I grit my teeth and push back at him.

“Hey, fucking cut that out,” Vic says, pushing his way between us. “First off, we’re not telling Luc a fucking thing. At least not right now. If Peri can’t get his shit together soon, then we’ll deal with it.”

Demo and I look at each other and nod. That’s as close to an apology either one of us will give out. Things are getting more and more tense around here right now. I’m tied into everything too.

No matter what my fucking heart is trying to do to me, I know the reality of it all. And that’s this—when I’m done breaking Serafina, she’ll have her ceremony and be passed on to Des. They’ll have their wedding arranged and their marriage planned out and that’s just how life goes.

I need Serafina out of the hospital.

“What are you thinking about right now, Ty?” Vic asks.

“I can’t trust Peri with this but I can trust you two. We’re going to have our own private ceremony with Serafina.”

The thought of anyone going near her makes me want to attack . But that’s my issue. My personal problem to deal with.

I’ll have a surprise waiting for my claimed one when she returns home from her hospital stay.