Chapter 12

ChapterTwelve

Ophelia

High - Zella Day

There was a tinge of hell-fire red in the pitch-black daunting skies above us. The stunning hues entwined into an ominous concoction and it had the thrill of a deadly kind of excitement rush down my spine. It was stunning, magnificent even, as it exuded a creepy, hollow feeling to the trepidation that surrounded it. Given the time, there should be nothing but darkness above us. The red hues, a nod from the man downstairs I guessed. The prison was dark, concealed in a frightful looking night and quiet away into the distance. My heart pounded brutally in my chest as the nerves in my stomach fluttered like the wild wings of a raven.

I was terrified.

What he asked me to do, exceeded my quota of some naive, blood-thirsty fun.

I closed my eyes and stared at the ground. As I licked my lips, I tried to calm the buzz that was fierce inside my ears. The thump of my pulse that hammered beneath my skin. But nothing I was doing worked. The world around me began to fade as my panic attack wrapped me in its cocoon. Blake stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. The second his skin touched mine, the hard shell that was engulfing me dissipated, retracted by the ice of his touch and I could finally breathe again.

“Breathe, Soul Raiser,” he whispered and the husked vibration of his tone trembled down the side of my throat. “I got you.”

The dizziness made my eyes swim and my stomach sink, but I could finally see what was in front of me. Blake had moved around to my front, a soft caress smoothed along my nape as he massaged away the tender ache from my worry.

“I promise, you’ll love this as soon as we walk out of there unseen. The thrill, baby? It’s a damn rush you’ll start to crave,” he gushed, a wicked smirk of twisted joy on his thick lips.

“I think it’s a dead man I’m starting to crave,” I whispered to the wind, hoping the breeze would swallow it whole.

But he heard me. Because he hears everything.

“Good, because I have no intention of ever letting you go.”

Those words should have scared me.

If I was paying attention instead of drowning within his dark and harrowing gaze, I would have been.

“Ready?” he asked and I nodded as I heaved a deep breath and held it hostage within my lungs.

I stepped into him and he consumed me, moving me through the fibers of time and when the darkness receded, I was standing behind warped iron bars as I looked back out into the prison from the inside. I gazed at rows, upon rows of cells, stacked higher than the tallest mountain.

Dirty clouds tinged into a brown, murky shadow rose high from the ground and I recoiled at how haunted it looked. What I was expecting a prison to look like, I didn’t know. But one straight out of a damn horror movie wasn’t it.

“What’s the matter, Soul Raiser? Not what you expected?” he whispered and I shuddered as his cool breath tickled against the curve of my throat.

“Not at all,” I murmured back, my whisper just as low as his.

The cell we were standing in was on a high level, the communal area below lost to an abyss. The silence was eerie, not a prisoner was awake and that seemed more chilling than the fact that I was surrounded by the worst of the worst of human society. The Valley Of The Corrupt was a high-security prison about two hundred miles away from Black Wood back in Hallows Point. The closest prison to us and the only one that housed the vilest and most malevolent, diabolic human beings to walk this earth.

I cleared my throat to shuck away the unease when a nasally snort sounded behind me and I jumped out of my skin. Blake pressed my back to his chest as he curved his palm across my mouth in order to stifle my scream. A man, unkept, large in size with a rounded belly laid on his back with a leg overhung on the metal framed bed, snoring to the damn lions with the sound that crackled throughout the cell, sound asleep without any hint that we were here lingering above him.

Fuck, my heart just ran away.

Probably back to find my fucking sanity.

I heaved, my shoulders rose with each ragged breath. Then I convulsed as I jittered in his firm hold when his other hand trailed down my chest and settled at my core. “How about it, love?” he rasped, as he flexed his grip while he cupped my heated pussy. “You have been such a good little brat following all of my orders. Do you think you could follow one more?” I trembled, arousal spiked in my veins as my skin warmed to the touch of an inferno. “Answer me, Soul Raiser.” I nodded, humming yes into his palm. “Good, then be quiet.” He removed his hand and wrapped it around my throat, his other hand delving under the waistline of my pants.

First, he bypassed where I needed him most.

Where I ached for him most.

Then trailed a feathered caress across the top of my inner thigh and I squirmed and almost darted to the other side of the cell in order to escape the overwhelming sensation to my senses. He pulled me back into him with the heel of his palm on my pelvis and I tried my hardest to settle into his stellar touch. A mewl crept into the back of my throat and I had to settle for releasing it within the walls of my mind instead. My head lolled on his shoulder, and a cloud of contentment fell around me.

He hummed into my ear and I could have sworn it sounded like…

We’re gonna kill tonight.

Moonlight, blood shine.

We’re gonna kill tonight.

Fuck, fuck, fuck all throughout the night.

My eyebrows hit my hairline at the lack of marbles in this man’s head. “You’re insane, aren’t you?” I whispered in bewilderment. “Your killer anthem?”

“Certifiably so, and yes. Now hush,” he murmured just as a barely there-to-the-touch skimmed across my folds and I shook in his arms. It was on my lips to plead with him, to beg him to give me more.

I knew what he wanted, I knew what he needed and it was utter submission.

I just wasn’t in the mood to give it to him.

I wanted to feel that high and I was going to force him to give it to me.

“Blake,” I rasped in a sultry tone that had him tensing behind me. “Give it to me, or I’ll give it to myself.” With him, I felt like I had found my voice. I was more open, more in touch with my needs and I was even bold enough to demand them.

His hand tightened threateningly around my throat and I smirked, grinding my ass back into his groin, the thickness there was an incentive to rock even harder. “That isn’t being quiet now, is it? Do you want this disgusting, vile cunt to wake up and watch me do these dirty, sinful things to you, love?” he growled and the thought of him getting angry that I might say yes to that was a massive turn-on. “Because I assure you, I’d burn out his eyes first.” I moaned, my heart frantic and my core soaked. “His ears would be next.” I never had the time to prepare, to process, before the teasing stopped and he thrusted three thick and dirtily skilled fingers inside of me. Just as I gasped he clamped his hand over my mouth once more and captured my wanton sounds with his hefty palm. “Because even your sounds are mine, Soul Raiser.”

Fuck, I think my soul just left my body.

The penetration was what I needed. What I craved and when he gave it to me, everything else came crashing to the forefront. This man, this creature from beyond the veil of life was an entity thriving within my veins. I could feel him everywhere, a drug that melted my inhibitions and took away my tortuous thoughts. With Blake, there was no line to toe of a normal society, there was no ache in my heart at another dreadful day dawning.

He gave me purpose.

He gave me lust and right now, he gave me the overwhelming urge to come.

Just like this prison, my mind was quiet and I felt like I was drifting through still waters, the coolness against my skin. “Do it,” I rasped as I flexed, rocking my cunt against his thick fingers as my clit searched for his palm. “Make me feel cold, baby. Give me a taste of death.”

“Patience, love,” he murmured into my ear. “Only good girls get to come.” Then he pulled out and spun me around. “Only good girls get this dick too.”

I stared at him in outrage as my defiance got the better of me. Edging, so sinfully wicked, had me riled up and ready to feel the flames. I trailed my deft finger along my collarbone, down the curve of my breasts, and right to my cunt. I was hot, burning with a need that ached. As I found my clit, he smirked at me. As he leaned against the bars of the cell, a malicious look of deviance on his face, I narrowed my eyes but continued anyway, because that was a look that had me about to sail the precipice. I thrust my unskilled—unskilled compared to his—fingers inside of me and circled my clit with my other hand. I moaned and rocked, my skin on fire from the arousal that had me needing to scream my release. Fuck, I’d never needed to scream as badly as I needed to scream now. The moments of our depraved time together are a slideshow in my mind as I remember the priest, the confessional, and the wake-up call when he fucked me senseless. My mind was a riot and my libido was a buck trying to throw me from its back like a cowgirl.

But I couldn’t.

There is no way I’d scream for the animals around us.

The monsters I could feel looming within the shadows.

Instead, I bit my lip and clenched my eyes closed. Because I was there, ready to dive head first from that cliff and the excitement that Blake was watching, that the man who slept mere feet away from us would never know, had the sweet taste of salvation pooling within my mouth.

My pussy clenched and fluttered and the sultry moan built in my throat, then suddenly, everything was gone.

My fingers, my palm. The peak that was screaming for me to return and jump that last hill into bliss. My back was flat against a cold cement wall, my arms pinned above my head and my wrists clasped in a large hand. Tears welled in my eyes and the urge to scream was so much more forceful, a sob bubbled, and just as I allowed it to escape, that damn hand—the one that now smelled thickly of my arousal—was back over my mouth, capturing my sounds once more.

“Careful now, love. Dead men don’t play nice. You’ll come—oh how sweetly you will come for me—as soon as you can learn to be my good girl again. Follow my orders. Do you understand that, baby? That your pleasure is mine?” Blake rasped against my lips and the coolness of his breath stroked against them in a damned caress and I shuddered. “Answer me, sugar. Let me hear those words.”

I nodded, and the first tear fell as I opened my eyes to meet his. “I think… I think I don’t hate you anymore,” I whispered and that was my greatest sin—my greatest confession—of them all.

I was falling in love with a monster and that made me never want to feel the love of a saint ever again.

I just couldn’t say that yet. I never knew how.

“That’s okay, baby. The good ones who’re secretly bad normally do.” Then he kissed me and a kaleidoscope of colors burst behind my eyes. I groaned into his mouth, my tongue dueling for dominance with his and ultimately submitting to his power.

I was a victim of my desire and I’d be lying if he said he never played me perfectly.

“Now, should I rise from the dead so we can have a little bit of fun?” he groaned with restraint as he pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as his breathing grew heavy.

I hummed, needier than ever to give him exactly what he wanted, and truth be told…

I wanted it too.