Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“What’s the matter, Iblis? Don’t feel like talking to your God while defiling one of his creatures? You didn’t seem to have a problem with that before.” Asmodeus moves his hand to Eden’s hair and pulls, lifting her off me before he drags her to the baptismal bath.
She screams as her eyes meet the pool of blood.
“Guess I’ll have to do it for you.”
Eden’s screams grow louder as her arms extend, desperate to stay out of the water.
Asmodeus pulls Eden’s legs around his waist, never disconnecting from her pussy. He continues to thrust, but his eyes hold mine, and he smiles while pushing Eden down until her head is submerged in the pool of blood.
He lifts his leg, holding her down with one booted foot. “Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen.”
Chapter Thirteen
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.