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Authors: Ashley Black
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He thumbed the right nipple and sighed when it pebbled beneath the pad of his vile finger. Then squeezed the other. “Fucking beautiful.” His breath turned ragged and I was aware of the blood rushing into his organ straining now against his pants.
Oh God, no .
His beady eyes popped wide when his hands slid from my breasts to wrap around my neck.
The raven necklace. It was the first time he had seen it, I realized.
“What is this Thorn?” he recoiled from me scruffing me by the back of the neck as he advanced on Thorn and dropped me to my knees. “What have you done , son?”
Nine
“You bound yourself to her? Are you fucking crazy? You will die .”
Thorn would not look at the cult leader who screamed hysterically in his unmoving face.
The incensed man snapped his body backwards and drove a boot into my side. I whimpered and managed to roll away from him. Feeling had returned.
“Fucking greedy little whore. How dare you do this to my son? You tricked him into binding himself to you . To giving over his power.”
“She did nothing,” Thorn still would not look up. “And stop calling me son. What I did was arrogant and stupid. A terrible miscalculation on my part.”
Thornton Darko sounded devastated.
“Let’s move on to the next part of the lesson,” Cult Leader huffed in disgust. “Bag them, take them to the field.”
This ‘part of the lesson’ obviously held some significance for Thorn, for his gaze finally snapped to the Cult Leaders.
“No,” he roared. “No. You will not do that. Whip me fucking senseless like you used to … Snake Father . You know you want to. Put your dick in my mouth you sick, twisted fuck. How long has it been? You always liked doing it in front of others yeah? You loved turning me into a fucking spectacle to get off on. So do these things instead. Livestream it to fucking facebook. Destroy me. Your son fucked my band. You may as well finish off its leader, because Cellrager is no more. Anything but …,” his mesmerizing eyes burned brighter. “ That, ” he finished softly.
I had been trying to stand, but Thorn’s words had me on my knees and a dampness was on my cheeks as I realized I was crying for him.
All I could see in my mind was that little black haired boy in the documentaries, taken under what did Thorn call him? Snake Father’s misguided wing, and sexually abused in front of … people.
If he was inviting that upon himself, my terror of what lay ahead of us ‘in the field’ had just gone into overdrive.
“Thorn,” I murmured, reaching for him, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to hold this man in my arms and numb out his pain.
Cale flashed a triumphant smile, winking at me, and pulled a hessian bag down over Thorn’s head.
“You are going to get reallllll fucked up whore,” Snake Father licked my ear, his rancid breath rushing into my gaping mouth.
I intended to respond with something truly bad ass, something resembling the perfect wrath I wanted to exact on his rancid colon for all the hell he had put my rock star through.
Blackness stole my words. It suffocated my vision. I smelt sulfur and cloves. My reality spun, and pissed itself.
The Field
I awoke to my world tilting wildly into an upside down hell.
My tiny soul and fractured heart fell out the top of my head.
My wrists were crossed over one another, bound and dangling down a plank of black painted wood that was being shoved into a burned patch of grass in a field.
I was aware of the cool night air brushing over my very naked bits. The burn of the rope on my ankles. My legs stretched impossibly wide in a V at the apex of the cross. I was wide open. I didn’t want to think about why .
I blinked, dazed by the surge of terror.
I saw Thorn.
He too was bound to a black cross. It reminded me of the prop from his ill-fated music video in Mexico City.
The black jeans he had been wearing had been pulled down
Oh God, no .
His beady eyes popped wide when his hands slid from my breasts to wrap around my neck.
The raven necklace. It was the first time he had seen it, I realized.
“What is this Thorn?” he recoiled from me scruffing me by the back of the neck as he advanced on Thorn and dropped me to my knees. “What have you done , son?”
Nine
“You bound yourself to her? Are you fucking crazy? You will die .”
Thorn would not look at the cult leader who screamed hysterically in his unmoving face.
The incensed man snapped his body backwards and drove a boot into my side. I whimpered and managed to roll away from him. Feeling had returned.
“Fucking greedy little whore. How dare you do this to my son? You tricked him into binding himself to you . To giving over his power.”
“She did nothing,” Thorn still would not look up. “And stop calling me son. What I did was arrogant and stupid. A terrible miscalculation on my part.”
Thornton Darko sounded devastated.
“Let’s move on to the next part of the lesson,” Cult Leader huffed in disgust. “Bag them, take them to the field.”
This ‘part of the lesson’ obviously held some significance for Thorn, for his gaze finally snapped to the Cult Leaders.
“No,” he roared. “No. You will not do that. Whip me fucking senseless like you used to … Snake Father . You know you want to. Put your dick in my mouth you sick, twisted fuck. How long has it been? You always liked doing it in front of others yeah? You loved turning me into a fucking spectacle to get off on. So do these things instead. Livestream it to fucking facebook. Destroy me. Your son fucked my band. You may as well finish off its leader, because Cellrager is no more. Anything but …,” his mesmerizing eyes burned brighter. “ That, ” he finished softly.
I had been trying to stand, but Thorn’s words had me on my knees and a dampness was on my cheeks as I realized I was crying for him.
All I could see in my mind was that little black haired boy in the documentaries, taken under what did Thorn call him? Snake Father’s misguided wing, and sexually abused in front of … people.
If he was inviting that upon himself, my terror of what lay ahead of us ‘in the field’ had just gone into overdrive.
“Thorn,” I murmured, reaching for him, I wanted to touch him. I wanted to hold this man in my arms and numb out his pain.
Cale flashed a triumphant smile, winking at me, and pulled a hessian bag down over Thorn’s head.
“You are going to get reallllll fucked up whore,” Snake Father licked my ear, his rancid breath rushing into my gaping mouth.
I intended to respond with something truly bad ass, something resembling the perfect wrath I wanted to exact on his rancid colon for all the hell he had put my rock star through.
Blackness stole my words. It suffocated my vision. I smelt sulfur and cloves. My reality spun, and pissed itself.
The Field
I awoke to my world tilting wildly into an upside down hell.
My tiny soul and fractured heart fell out the top of my head.
My wrists were crossed over one another, bound and dangling down a plank of black painted wood that was being shoved into a burned patch of grass in a field.
I was aware of the cool night air brushing over my very naked bits. The burn of the rope on my ankles. My legs stretched impossibly wide in a V at the apex of the cross. I was wide open. I didn’t want to think about why .
I blinked, dazed by the surge of terror.
I saw Thorn.
He too was bound to a black cross. It reminded me of the prop from his ill-fated music video in Mexico City.
The black jeans he had been wearing had been pulled down
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