Chapter 3
Chapter Three
“Very pretty. It seems even the monkeys can look presentable. I’ll have her.” A dark-haired angel tipped my chin sharply with his hand. I forced myself not to tremble.
Just act like a furniture. Look like a furniture. I am nothing to you.
The angel wore a clean tuxedo, his hair neatly combed.
His wings were tucked at the back. He picked another girl in my group, a blonde this time who was a lot curvier than me with large, voluptuous breasts.
I guess she never really knew what hunger was like.
In another time, I would’ve look at her in envy, but instead, I could only hold sympathy. We were both in the same boat now.
“Come on, then. You are to be my pretty decorations from now on.” His eyes lingered on me longer that I’d like. There was something in his gaze that made me want to hide from him. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me and relish my blood. But I could tell he also wanted to fuck me.
He turned around and we followed a few steps behind like dutiful dogs.
We came to a large hallway bustling with angels and humans milling around, handing out drinks and running errands.
I heard the angels called him Isaiah as they greeted him.
I kept my eyes down to the floor. I was in a room full of angels and my heart was accelerating as if I’d been running for miles.
I wanted to run, but I gritted my teeth as I followed him.
Breathe, just fucking breathe.
Isaiah lingered around for a while, talking to the angels.
I heard the word “sermon” mentioned a few times.
I didn’t know what it meant, but I strained further to listen.
When you’re in the midst of the creators of the apocalypse, what better way to eavesdrop on the enemies?
What were the angels planning now? What were they doing to us?
Too soon, Isaiah walked away and the girl and I hastened our footsteps to match his strides.
His wings were tucked at the back, right in front of me, and I had a sudden temptation to touch them.
Would they be as soft as it looked? I blanched at my sudden thoughts.
Ugh, no way I’d touch an angel willingly.
I eyed the room, carefully looking for any exits.
If I was going to escape, I had to be smart.
I was too absorbed thinking of ways to escape that I didn’t realize we were going down the stairs to a secluded basement. Smart move, Livvie. I frowned, realizing where we were. The girl next to me trembled like a newborn fawn. Was this the part where he kill us?
We froze as Isaiah stopped in front of us. I heard a clicking sound as he clipped off his belt and clasped it in his right hand. He turned toward us, his eyes frighteningly cold. There was something in his eyes that made me fill with sickening dread.
“Strip,” he said.
We froze, too shocked to move, and jumped as he cracked the belt like a whip.
“I said strip. Now,” he roared.
We quickly complied. My fingers trembled as I brought the dress to my feet, until I was wearing nothing but a lacy bra and panties. He came toward us slowly like a predator, his tongue licking his bottom lip.
“Beautiful, beautiful whores. I am going to fuck you both until you break, and I’ll feast on your blood when I’m done,” he said in a deep, husky voice, his hands already unzipping his pants.
“Please don’t do this,” the girl next to me whimpered.
Isaiah’s hands stilled on his pants, before directing his attention toward her.
“What did you just say? Did you just tell me what to do? You dared to defy me, a high angel?!” He spat at her and she flinched.
He pulled her hair in his fist, his face inches from her. “You’re going to get this now, monkey whore. I will fuck you until you scream. I will fuck you as I rip open your stomach. I will eat you as I let my seed fill your womb.”
He dragged the screaming girl by the hair, pushing her to the floor.
True to his word, he fucked her while she screamed, and I couldn’t look away.
I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t look away.
I wanted to run but I couldn’t move. I was facing a near-death experience.
I watched as he ripped her open with his hands and I had a flash of déjà vu, recalling Caleb killing those humans in the Old Square.
All this time, I thought Caleb was an exception. I thought angels didn’t like to get their hands dirty. How wrong I was. Angels were all predators. There was no such thing as mercy. I heard her scream one last time before blood exploded from her, spraying me. And I still couldn’t move.
He stood up slowly before turning to face me, his cock still erect.
His mouth was covered with blood, his hands drenched with crimson fluid.
My mouth was dry, my body ridiculously cold, as if I was encased in ice.
He came to me, one step at a time, as if afraid to scare me away.
Or maybe he was just enjoying watching the fear in my eyes before he ate me and fucked me to death. I didn’t know that angels…ate people.
My feet moved without my realization until I felt the wall behind my back. I trembled and had a sudden urge to pee. Cold. Everything was so nauseatingly cold. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he touched me with his bloody hands.
“Hush, my little whore. Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispered as he pressed his body against mine.
I could smell the blood in his mouth and see some meat chunks stuck in his teeth. I fought my revulsion and the urge to thrown up on him.
“You’re a good girl. You’re not like her, like the rest of your pathetic species.
I will treat you gently, fuck you gently.
I will not let you break so soon.” He curled a lock of hair around his finger and buried his face in my neck.
I felt his breath on me, my skin wet from his tongue.
His breathing, my breathing, all in this enclosed space.
“Pretty, so pretty. So pure. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?
I can smell it. So ripe,” he murmured against my skin.
He roamed his hands on my body, leaving bloody handprints as he moved down, further and further to my panties.
His fingers slipped inside the pink lace and stroked my clit in circular motions.
I wanted to scream, to cry, but I was afraid if I made any noises, then I would end up like the girl on the floor.
Or what was left of her. I shouldn’t have looked over his shoulders to see the red, meaty mess on the floor.
“Nggh.” A whimper escaped from my lips as I watched blood on the floor in horror.
“Shh, I got you, my whore.” His voice was gentle and he trailed kissed over my skin, his finger still buried in my pussy.
He slipped two more fingers inside my pussy and I yelped uncontrollably.
Nobody had ever touched me there before.
It felt intrusive, something foreign entering me.
He stroked me faster and faster and my arms clung to him, because I was afraid I was going to fall if I didn’t.
It hurt. It hurt so damn much. My nipples perked hard under my bra and they rubbed against his clothes.
Then his fingers were gone and I nearly wept in relief, before revulsion overcame me again as I felt him ripping my panties, and something warm touched me.
“No, please, I beg you.” I couldn’t stop those whimpers out of my mouth. I couldn’t stand that alien shaft touching me, trying to find my entrance. “Please,” I sobbed harder.
“Shut up.” He grabbed my throat in his hand.
“I don’t like to hear my prey talking, even from you.
Just for that, I’m going to fuck you harder, right against this wall, and you will accept my cum as I shoot myself inside your belly.
I will fill you with my hot seed and let it flow down your legs like a dirty whore you are. ”
He forced my thighs apart, the weight of his dick pressing against me.
“You like that, don’t you, you dirty little bitch?” he said breathlessly as he pumped his cock in his fist. It was swelling big and drops of precum trailed down his shaft.
“N-no. Please, don’t. Please,” I begged as I cried. My legs trembled and I would’ve collapsed had he not held me with his arms.
“Shut up,” he growled and kissed me hard.
I gagged and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I tasted copper and…meat chunks on my tongue. I wanted to scream, but he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and forced me to take it, take it all.
“What the fuck are you doing, Isaiah?” A terrifying voice filled the room and Isaiah immediately flinched. He pulled back slightly, his hands still on my hips.
I turned to find Caleb watching us with a withering glare. I cowered immediately, trying to mold myself with the wall. Isaiah was terrifying, but Caleb? Caleb was a monster. The air crackled with tension radiating from Isaiah. Was he afraid of Caleb?
“Caleb, I’m just playing with my toys.” Was that nervousness I detected in his voice?
“Play? You call this playing? You know the rules,” Caleb said dangerously to Isaiah, his eyes glinted with anger.
“It’s forbidden to mate with daughters of men.
Anyone who fucked them will receive an eternity in Hell.
Is that what you want, Isaiah? Because I’m pretty sure you were trying to shove your fucking dick into her pussy.
Were you trying to fuck her? Shall I drag you to Hell myself? ”
“No! I wasn’t trying to do anything!” There was a definite fear in Isaiah’s voice as he inched away from me. “I was just scaring her, that’s all.”
“Then get the fuck out. I don’t want to see you here,” Caleb said.
Isaiah looked at me and I was unsure whether I should follow him or not. Definitely the latter. There was no way I was going to him again.
“Get the fuck out!” Caleb roared.