Dove
I watch in horror as Matheo falls from the impact, the fire so close that it could kill him. Running to him, I drag him as far from the flames as I can while Gabriel watches with disgust.
“I should just put a bullet in you and him,” he sneers as I continue to pull Matheo towards the woods.
“You get me. Isn’t it what you wanted?” I ask, my voice trembling.
Gabriel’s eyes lock onto mine, cold and menacing. “Indeed,” he replies, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “But it seems your precious Matheo has stolen your heart.”
“So, what!” I gasp, each word punctuated with the struggle of dragging Matheo’s limp body. Gabriel watches me, his expression a mixture of anger and amusement.
“When did you stop wanting me? I let Zia run off because you were what I wanted. Then you changed, Sol. Why?” he asks. I don’t bother to look at him.
“Things changed between us long before Matheo came into the picture. They changed the day you allowed me to be used for everyone’s pleasure when I belonged to you. You could have killed him, ended it all, become the Prophet, and I would have been your wife. But instead, you were a coward. ”
Gabriel’s eyes flash with hurt, but he quickly masks it with a scoff. “A coward?” he spits. “I think not. I made choices, same as you.”
“You made the wrong ones!” I retort, finally freeing Matheo from both the immediate danger of the fire and Gabriel’s looming threat. Gabriel closes the distance between us, his demeanor softening.
“Sol, you fell for this guy… this man who fucked Zia days before fucking you, while I remained faithful to the memories of you.”
“Faithful?” I laugh, a harsh sound that echoes against the crackling backdrop of the fire. “You traded me for power, Gabriel. You gave up on us when you cast me aside in your pursuit of becoming the Prophet.”
“And how was your precious Matheo any better?” he retorts. I let out a deep breath, looking over at an unconscious Matheo.
“Look what he did for me,” I scoff. “Or tried to do. Freedom, Gabriel. He tried to give me freedom.”
Gabriel’s eyes darken and his nose flares before he breaks into laughter. “You’re not free. You’re my whore. Nothing but the cunt I will breed children in. Imagine being dragged away by a man you claim to love, only to be claimed by me—yet again.”
His laughter echoes through the night, filling the air with a sound as unpleasant as nails scratching a chalkboard. His words cut through me like the sharpest blade; this was the man I had believed I loved, the man I had received lashings for. But his ‘love’ now stands revealed as nothing more than a sick obsession, a desire to control and possess me. Tears well up in my eyes as I look down at Matheo, still unconscious.
“Let’s go before I kill him,” Gabriel says, grabbing my arm and leading me to his red Ford pickup. I follow him like a slave follows its master. There is no saving me now .
As he roughly shoves me into his vehicle, I look back one last time at Matheo’s still form. The flickering firelight plays off his beautiful face. Even unconscious, he’s beautiful. My fallen angel.
“I can’t wait to bring you home and fuck you all night, Sol,” Gabriel sneers.
My stomach churns at his words, bile rising in my throat. I shut my eyes, trying to block out everything: the feel of the rough seats beneath my fingers, the smell of Gabriel’s overpowering cologne, and the oppressive heat of his presence next to me.
“And I can’t wait for the day you’re dead,” I retaliate. The words fall from my lips like venom, my voice unsteady but furious. Gabriel’s laugh fills the truck, bouncing off the metal confines.
“You killed Zia?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Gabriel’s hands grip the steering wheel tightly.
“She gave you that scar?” I press, my eyes widening as I choke back the bile threatening to spill. “You told me it was an accident at the compound,” I mutter. “You lied.” I don’t know why it shocked me that a man like Gabriel would lie—I should have known better. But that’s on me.
Gabriel’s voice loses its usual humor, replaced by a chillingly icy tone. “It wasn’t much of a lie. It was an accident. And to answer your question, yes, she did.” His eyes remain fixed on the dark road stretching out before us, but the tight grip on the steering wheel betrays his calm facade.
A smile creeps onto my face knowing she fought, even in the face of death. I can only imagine what they did to her, and I can only imagine what would be done to me, but at least Matheo would be alive to continue doing God’s work.
“What’s going to happen now?” I ask .
He doesn’t answer right away. The truck’s tires crunch over the gravel as we move further and further away from Matheo, from safety. It feels like we are driving straight into the heart of Hell itself. After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks.
“I’m going to marry you, Sol, fill you up with babies, and lead the church the right way,” he finally answers. His gaze turns to me instead of the road. “What happened to Zia was out of my hands. I let her go before, but this time she took it too far, and I snapped. So, I broke her.”
The confession sends a shiver down my spine as the magnitude of his depravity washes over me. I’d heard stories, of course. There were always whispers of what Gabriel was capable of, but to hear him admit it so nonchalantly is a different kind of terror entirely. “What did she do?” I ask causing Gabriel to chuckle. “ Come back..” He replies so nonchalantly as if that reason was worthy of death and one as horrible as hers.
“You’re going to kill him, aren’t you?” I ask, not bothering to look at him.
I can feel his lips curl into a smirk as he replies with no hesitation. “I have to. But I need to punish you first, to cleanse you. I’ll send some guys to take care of the trash.”
My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. Anger rips through my body, and I don’t even realize what I’m doing until I yank the steering wheel, crashing us into a tree.
The world turns to chaos as the old truck swerves and rolls with a groan of protesting metal. I feel the jarring impact as we come to an abrupt stop, my body thrown against my seatbelt as our momentum abruptly halts. Pain explodes in my temple as my skull collides with the window.
The cool night air cuts through the cracked windshield and billows into the cab of the truck, stinging my eyes, but I barely notice. All I can focus on is the disoriented look on Gabriel’s face as he grunts in pain .
“Stupid bitch,” he mutters.
I take advantage of his momentary confusion. Ignoring the pain radiating from my throbbing temple, I fumble with the seatbelt and free myself. My heart pounds against my chest, rivaling the rhythm of the broken windshield wipers. I have to get out. Escape is the only option now. I need to get back to Matheo somehow.
But as my hand touches the door to escape, the sound of a gun cocking freezes me in my tracks. I turn back slowly to see Gabriel, blood trickling down his forehead, aiming his revolver directly at me. His eyes are now clear and cold as ice. His smirk is gone, replaced by a sinister scowl that makes my stomach churn.
“Where do you think you’re going, Sol?” Gabriel grunts, pain seeping into his voice. He clutches his head. “Do you want me to break that bad? You should have seen the work on Zia. Maybe I should tell you how I crucified her, whipped her, took her in every way I could, then had the seedlings spread their sin, and only then did I grant her penance.” His words are as cold as his gaze. I don’t want to believe him, but the malevolence in his eyes leaves no room for doubt.
I swallow hard and my throat suddenly dries. The pain in my temple now seems insignificant compared to the horror that unfurls in my mind. His voice, dripping with sadistic pleasure as he recounts his atrocities, echoes in my head. I could barely comprehend how wrong I was about him. He might not smell like evil, but he’s the evilest of them all. One thing I know for certain is that Gabriel will break me just like my dad broke my mother.
“Don’t kill him,” is all I can say. “I won’t fight you, but don’t kill him,” I plead, but it falls on deaf ears. Gabriel’s lips curl into a devilish grin, his white teeth covered in crimson.
“It’s done. He should be dead by now. I wasn’t alone in the plan to overthrow the old man. You see, we want to spread the word; the Prophet wanted us to stay put in this shithole. But I want expansion for our church, for the truth.” His words wash over me like a tidal wave, revealing a bitter truth that is impossible to swallow. My skin feels clammy, and every part of my body is shaking. The realization that I am dealing with the devil himself looms like an undeniable specter in front of me. I feel bile rise up my throat.
“But you don’t have to worry. You won’t be shared. No, not like Victor shared. You’re my whore, and my cum is the only one that will be in your mouth, your cunt, or any other part of you,” he continues, licking the blood off lips that shine in the dim light. “I’m gonna fuck that priest right out of your head, whip you back into obedience, and you will bear my seed. We will spread the word and continue God’s work.”
The pain in my temple intensifies, throbbing with a deep ache. The truck begins to smoke. I watch as Gabriel unlatches his seatbelt and climbs out. "We're close to home. Get out. We’re walking right after I punish you for this stunt,” he says. Before yanking open the door and pulling me by my hair, dragging me out of the truck. He’s bleeding from his side and head. Besides my temple, I’m not sure what injuries I have. My sides hurt when I breathe, but I don’t have a chance to look at myself as I’m brought to my knees.
Gabriel shoves his thick cock into my mouth. He’s neither soft nor gentle. His cock rips through my dry lips into the realm of debasing subjugation, scraping against the choked sobs locked deep within my throat. His free hand grips my hair, pulling it back and exposing my quivering face to the cold night.
“Look at me,” he demands. “This is your punishment, understand?”
I fight back tears, the humiliation and pain washing over me in a devastating torrent. But Gabriel doesn’t care; his pleasure is all that matters. His grip tightens as his thrusts grow harsher, my lips bleeding as he continues to fuck my mouth. Snot, tears, and saliva muddle together, streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto the forest floor. His low grunts fill the air, echoing off the trees.
“Yes, baby. Just like that,” he moans. I close my eyes, trying to chase away the memory of the times I wanted his cock in my mouth. I find it hard to reconcile the two, but as my throat burns and I struggle for breath, I meet his gaze and all I see is evil. A smile tugs at his lips as he slowly pulls out his cock.
“Play with my blood, Sol. Cover my cock with my blood,” he demands with a smile. He’s clawing desperately, trying to bring me back to him using blood play, like we would back in the day when I was his. But that time is long gone. This will never be enough. My hand goes to his injury, and I play with the blood before jamming my finger into the wound, making him howl in pain. I push deeper, and the barrel of his gun hits my jaw with a sickening force that sends starbursts exploding through my vision and knocks me back onto the grimy forest floor. He stands over me, panting heavily with wild rage in his eyes. He was never one to bear pain well.
“You insolent bitch,” he growls as he leans over and fists my hair, shoving his cock right back into my mouth. If I’m forced to suck his cock, he’ll be forced to feel pain. We both will. I swear that all I do is turn him on, because as my fingers dig into his injury, he fucks my mouth more viciously than before, ignoring the blood streaming down his side. The pain in my jaw intensifies with each thrust. His fingers bruise my scalp, his cock bruises my throat, and I’m drowning. I’m choked by slivers of air scraping past the blockage in my throat and by the tears that have no way to escape.
Finally, he wrenches my fingers out from his wound and drowns me in his cum, before releasing his grip on my hair. I collapse onto the forest floor, shuddering, gasping for air as pain and humiliation wash over me. Rivulets of his cum mix with my tears and saliva, staining my cheeks and pooling on the ground beneath me. Through watering eyes, I watch him stumble backwards, clutching his side .
“Walk,” he motions to the wooded path that will lead us into the compound, to his heaven and my hell.