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physicality now.   I noticed his nose was free of the bandage, any sign that it had been chomped on by my crazed best friend - gone.  
    They freed his devastating mouth from the crude silver muzzle that clamped it shut. His wide horrified gaze crawled all over me and then slid to his band members hanging from the rafters.   He shook his head and as his ability to speak returned, roared senselessly.  
    It was so fucking loud.
    There seemed no end to it.  
    Thornton Darko was having a bad day.  
    It was about to get worse.  
    The look on the man’s face.
    He had just hit another level of fury. We were at demon dimension beyond hell level.  
    “Who are all of you ? To do this to me !” He screamed. Outraged, he ripped his huge body back and forth in protest, moving nowhere fast against his restraints.
    The cult leader smiled faintly, looking amused. “You say this as if we don’t really know you Thornton.   But we do. You are the new evil my son. The new … hit . Just as soon as you embrace it.”
    “Besides!” Cale interjected. “You mindlessly slaughtered my people last night and ate of their hearts. I thought I would return you the favor by killing your band. Doesn’t feel so good now does it?”
    “Actually,” Thorn was breathing hard, his body aglow in sweat. He licked his lips. “What you have done to my band doesn’t alter how I feel about killing your people. It felt and tasted pretty fucking good. It still does.”
    Cale released a frenzied wail of “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkk,” and surged toward Thornton.
    The Cult Leader held up one hand, affecting an intensely bored expression. “You will not harm him.”
    The try-hard warlock came up short of Thorn, practically foaming at the mouth, angry steam pouring from his twitching nostrils. Shaking so hard it looked like he might fall over, he took a hesitant step back, his white painted face pinched in irrepressible fury.
    “Let’s get back to this ass shall we?” Cult Leader laughed harshly and gave my butt a decisive slap.   The sting of it made my eyes smart with tears. I choked soundlessly.
    “I am going to examine your whore now.”  
      “Stop this shit!” Thorn yelled. “ Now !”
      “I will never stop Thornton,” he laughed. “If you had stuck with me. Bob would be thriving and in the best of health. As it stands son, he suffers unthinkably and will stop very   soon because you are powerless to help him. You fight. But for what Thorn? For her? ”   He poked at my rear roughly and I was shocked when my body gave no protesting jerk in response. “For your whore ?”
    Terror sped through my veins when I realized I couldn’t move.  
    The cult leader pressed his hand into the small of my back.   I could feel a strange power emanating there. I was still. Motionless. I tried to open my mouth. Perfect. Fucking mute.  
    “ Please ,” Thorn’s voice cracked. “I love her.”
    Cult leader walked his fingers all over my ass. “ Really ?   I see you haven’t marked her yet. She isn’t really under your protection.”
    My eyes widened. What the hell was he talking about? Marked?   It sounded appalling and sexist, like I was property, a farm animal, something that could be claimed, to be owned.  
    His long fingers parted my cheeks. He rubbed his index finger between them. “Such a fine piece of ass too. Seeing as you care so little for her Thornton, perhaps you won’t mind if we all take our fill of it yes? Pump this,” he whacked me hard across my trembling cheeks, “beautiful ass full of spunk.”
    “You fucking dare !” Thorn’s face tripped out on shadows, his green eyes hissed to flame.  
    Ignoring Thorn’s obvious displeasure, Cult leader grunted, lifting me. He rose to his feet pushing me into the chair.   He slid onto my lap facing me. My legs crushed beneath the press of his powerful thighs.   “I will continue my examination,” he snarled. His hands flushed to my belly and slid up to my breasts.