Mammon (Devilry #2)

34. Belphegor

THIRTY-FOUR

BELPHEGOR

I’m so cold.

My throat is raw from screaming, my fingernails cracked and bent from how hard I’m clawing into the concrete ground beneath me.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

My mouth is open in a silent cry as I’m jostled forward, the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

They’re making Bel watch; forcing his face forward while Sage…

Thrust, thrust, thrust.

I close my eyes, whimpering at the pain?—

Waiting for it to end.