11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter eleven
I never imagined I would feel so…bad. The woman I wanted to break in every way—her soul, body, and mind—was shaking half-naked, just staring at the glass tombs in front of us.
“Vivian?” I said, grabbing my shirt to drape around her body.
It was common for pure women to bleed. It just meant she really was a virgin. She hadn’t lied. Was she in shock?
“Little Virgin?” I said again, reaching for her and rubbing her arms.
Maybe she was cold. It was warmer in here than outside, for sure, but it still held a chill even with the lanterns surrounding us.
“I’m not a virgin anymore…” she hung her head.
I laughed and turned her body. Her tear-streaked face was flushed. “No, you are right. You’re not.”
“Do you really believe that Maddox? All that crap about destiny? Have you ever tried to go against it? Or are you too intent on deciding everyone’s fate but your own?”
Her words held a different meaning to me than she even realized. Had I ever gone against fate? Yes, and my broken, beaten body was the punishment.
“Yes,” I said in a monotone voice. I didn’t extend on that. And she sighed.
“Well, I doubt that, but you should. You can’t let fate choose for you all the time. If you don’t make your own decisions, you are no better than a puppet.”
Her words made me blink, anger and realization clouding my judgment.
“I am no fucking puppet. I am the one to decide what is to happen.”
She righted her dress, wincing when she went to walk away from me letting my shirt fall to the cold wet ground.
“It doesn’t seem like you have made a decision for yourself in a long time. Am I just part of the orders of fate? Was taking my virginity part of that?”
I shook my head. Taking her virginity was actually forbidden, especially in front of the Elders like this. This was one decision I had made for myself, saying ‘fuck you’ to a Divine order.
I wanted her.
I needed her.
I had to enjoy her for the time I had left. The time I had before…before the Divine took her from me. Like they always did.
“I chose to take you,” I said, anger and bitterness lacing my tone. “Claimed you like my Little Whore.”
She flinched at my wording, and tears slipped over her cheeks as she stared at me.
“The men in this fucked up crypt are just dead guys, Maddox. They shouldn’t control your future. They certainly don’t control mine. I am free of your fate. And I’m making the choice now. Don’t come near me ever again. That is fate. My choice. That you’ll cease to exist in my world.”
I stared at her, unable to comprehend her words.
Reaching down I gripped my shirt in my hands, squeezing the material tightly before throwing it back over my body. She was dismissing me.
Discarding me like fucking trash after I just made her come so hard her eyes rolled in the back of her head? How did she think she could choose that?
She couldn’t escape the Elders any more than I could.
I laughed, a hysterical sound escaping my lips as I watched her continue to walk out of the mausoleum of our history.
Don’t come near me again. That is fate. My choice. That you’ll cease to exist in my world.
I was Maddox fucking Valentine. I would not be dismissed! I ran after her. She was already making her way toward the maze. I felt unhinged, anger and disbelief filling my veins. My cock was spent, but now I ached for her in a different way.
I needed to fuck her again. This time, showing the wrongness in her statement. She would feel my control and choke on her words.
I ducked inside the maze, listening for her little huffs of pain and frustration as she fled.
“Oh, Little Virgin, you couldn’t really dismiss me and expect me to lay down like a good little dog, could you? Don’t forget, darling, that you are the bitch in this scenario, and I am going to fucking muzzle you with my cock for your naughty mouth.”
Her breathing picked up, and now the sound of her footsteps was more audible. I followed her through the maze.
“Now, now, Little Vivvy. For something you apparently hate so much, you are falling right into the hands of your own fate.”
Her breathing was faster. She was really pushing herself now, and I smiled. The hunter in me loved it when my prey became so scared they made stupid mistakes, just leading me right to them.
She dodged out of the maze, heading toward the wooded area where all my other prey met their end. I couldn’t kill Vivian. Not yet, but I could certainly enjoy this.
“Vivviannn…” I sang, picking up my pace and bolting out of the maze just a few paces behind her.
I tracked her all the way to the end of the woods, the cliff being her only means of escape. She wouldn’t be so stupid as to jump, and so I simply waited for her to resurface, knowing she would only have one means to flee if she didn’t want to die. This was all too predictable, and I was already bored.
At least when I caught her, I could break her all over again. Some time went by, and I stared out at the woods. She hadn’t resurfaced.
“Hmmm…” I said aloud, walking toward the shrouds of trees. “Where did you go, Little Virgin?”
Silence.
There was no longer heavy breathing or running feet.
Would she have jumped after all?
“Fuck!” I hollered, running toward the cliff.
I looked over the edge but didn’t see a body. It was the same rocky craig as before. There were dead deer carcasses, and those animals were unfortunate to get too close, but Vivian was not there.
So where had she gone?
I walked back toward the trees, listening for any sounds. Still, there was only silence. My blood pumped as the thrill of this hunt became so much more than I had ever experienced. My prey couldn’t have gotten past me without my noticing.
So that meant—
“I know you are hiding, Little Vivian! Come out, come out wherever you are! I just want to play, darling.”
More silence.
I walked around the forest, looking under the tree roots and behind rocks big enough to hide her small form. As the time dragged on, I was more and more perplexed.
“Vivian dear. This is futile. You are going to get tired.”
I didn’t know if that was true. She definitely had resilience, and I could see her staying up all night just to spite me. I only had the weekend to find her. If I didn’t bring her to the arena below the university on the eve of Valentine’s Day, I would fail.
Frustration clouded my judgment, drowning my lust and replacing it with…fear.
Where could she be?
The woods were vast, but they were easily navigated. I knew them like the back of my hand, and it didn’t matter how long she hid. Eventually, I would find her.
I tried to think of the places she could be obscured. Walking over to the area where a broken door was leaning over a rock, I searched underneath it.
No Vivian.
Another snowed-over spot had a discarded boat near the water surrounding the school.
Still no Vivian.
Growling, I started walking back toward the university, accepting that she must have gotten past me somehow when I was searching for her.
Just as I walked underneath the very pine I used for sacrificing, I found my mask. I had left it here, not being able to bring it back with me in the daylight hours from the last hunt.
I smirked and picked it up from the snowy ground. After dusting it off, I settled it over my face, and I heard a scream from above me in the tree.
“Accept your own fate, Maddox Valentine!”
Looking up, I saw Vivian hanging on to a branch high in the tree. Of course. She was smart. Never before had my prey outwitted me. No one had dared to hide above.
I beamed at her, truly amazed at her brilliance. Then, a large rock came hurtling down toward my head with pinecones. She fell, and I was smashed in the face. The mask only took half of the impact. Her body fell on top of mine, and I growled, gripping her curvy hips in my hands and rolling to flip her over.
She screamed and batted at my arms.
I hummed, feeling blinded by the blood running down into my eye. Pinecones were still falling around us, and an idea popped into my mind.
“Oh, Little Virgin. Wasn’t your request to fuck oneself with this?”
Vivian’s face paled as I held her wrists down with one hand and grabbed one of the spiky seeds with the other.
“If memory serves, I do recall you wanting me to shove one of these up my ass, yes?”
My Little Virgin whimpered, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Tell me how euphoric your little fantasy is now. I must admit this is a rather odd form of punishment but effective nonetheless.”
“No! Get the fuck off me, Maddox! I will gut you.” The irony of her words was not lost on me.
I let go of her wrists to grip her hair in my hand, leaning her over the elongated tree spawn.
“Open wide, Little Virgin, and get this nice and wet for your sake.”
She fought to no avail until finally, she opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out while her tears and saliva dripped down to coat the object.
“Good girl. Get ready.”
Her body was trembling, and I enjoyed watching her shake. She had escaped my grasp for the last time, and this would serve as her punishment for her defiance.
I locked her legs down to the ground, turning my body to sit on her chest. She breathed heavily and battered my back. It did not phase me. The abuse I could withstand was far more than her small, useless hands could ever inflict.
I spread her legs apart and pushed up my mask to spit on her cunt, shoving the earth-made toy deep into her pussy.
She stilled, her body going completely rigid.
I could still see the blood dried on her thighs, and I leaned forward to lick it off. Her little pussy was so close to my face. I moaned, my breath teasing her small clit, and making her whimper underneath me.
Her wetness increased, and I was able to thrust the pinecone deeper inside her. The sound of the suction breaking over and over was music to my ears.
In spite of her outcry and rage, she was already close. Her body remained open, conformed to fit my cock like a glove. This was nothing for her. I should have found a bigger one, made her work for her orgasm, and felt the pain of her dismissal.
When I felt her get close, I leaned down lower, latching her clit in my teeth and biting down enough to hear her scream. The pinecone was pushed out of her body with the force of her orgasm, and I drank every drop I could, not daring to let any go to waste.
Vivian screamed with more force, the sound of an angry war cry. I turned to look at her, trying to adjust my body off her midsection, but she had an object of her own in her hands. Another fucking rock.
With the treat of her cunt, I was too enraptured in her taste to use logical sense. Instead, I watched the rock as its appearance grew bigger until it connected with my head.