Chapter 26
“Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it’s broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.”
—LADY GAGA, TELEPHONE
T he train pulled up, and I slipped silently onto one of the cars. Tugging the hood of my sweater further down over my eyes, I scanned my surroundings to make sure I was still alone. I hadn’t even bothered to change out of my uniform. I had been in such a rush that I just threw my hoodie over my Voodoo tank and pretended it wasn’t too cold to be outside in a skirt.
I had this feeling in my bones that I was being chased. I just wasn’t sure by whom. Was it Death? Reaver? Fucking Shem?
Maybe all of the above. I was so tired and enraged at the same time. Why had God cursed me like this? What had I done to deserve to be tormented day in and day out?
Thankfully, the train was more or less empty. I had an entire car to myself when I got on. People were likely on the train coming into the city for Friday night shenanigans; not many were trying to get out.
I sat down and began crafting an email to my landlord, attempting to explain the situation in a way that sounded less ‘crazy, unhinged psycho’ and more like ‘professional gal on a mental health break.’ The train pulled out of the station, and I settled in for the ride, leaning against the window as I worked out how to word the email properly.
Suddenly, the lights flickered.
I froze.
It was nothing. We just hit a bump.
I resumed my email, but after a couple of minutes, it happened again.
I looked up, scanning the empty car suspiciously. There was nothing there; the lights must just be on the fritz.
Sure, Lilith. Keep telling yourself that.
The buzzing sound of the lights seemed to get louder, and I broke out into a cold sweat. I tried to lie to myself again, but I knew what was happening. The buzzing sound built to a crescendo, and the train car suddenly plunged into darkness. This time, the lights didn’t turn back on. I swallowed and forced myself to look up.
My heart stopped in my chest.
There he was.
A lethal shadow of night was silently watching me from the end of the aisle, his face shrouded in darkness.
“Fuck. You.” I hissed as he began to float forward, the end of his scythe dragging on the floor behind him. My blood turned to ice, and I suddenly felt nauseous. That sound triggered so many bad memories. My entire body was locked into a state of crippling panic, and for a moment, I couldn’t move.
As the train sped forward, lights from outside flashed through the windows, periodically illuminating the inside of the train. Each time light slashed through the glass, he was a step closer.
With my heart in my throat, I launched myself out of my seat and ran. I sprinted down the aisle toward the door on the other end of the train car and felt a jolt of satisfaction as my hand curled around the handle before Death could get to me. I tugged on the heavy-ass door, willing it to open with every single fiber of my being, when suddenly, there was a cold, ink-black hand on my shoulder. I ignored it and kept yanking on the handle. Why wasn’t it turning? I was nearly sobbing in terror when I realized it was locked. He had locked me in here with him.
Death whipped me around to face him, and I looked up into the shadow of his hood. I was no longer afraid. I was pissed. I was so angry at everyone and so tired of being treated like a fucking punching bag. Something in me snapped, and I finally lost it.
“What the FUCK DO YOU WANT!? LEAVE ME ALONE!” I screamed, and Death chuckled. Not in my mind, but out loud.
I felt a spike of horror and adrenaline shoot through my chest when I realized I knew that chuckle. I had heard it every day for the past week .
Death pulled his hood back, finally showing me his face, and I felt the blood drain from mine as I realized that my fucking tormentor was also my goddamn trainee at Voodoo.
“You think you can run from me, Lilith?” Reaver asked, his voice dark and dangerous. His hazel eyes flashed, and a sinister smile spread across his perfect lips.
“I’ve been stalking you your whole fucking life; what made you think tonight was going to be the night you got away?”
This couldn’t be fucking happening …
“Get your filthy hands off of me!” I snapped, trying to shove him away. He laughed and picked me up by my upper arms as if I weighed nothing. He threw me over the back of one of the seats. I grunted as the force of the impact took the wind out of me, my hip bones bruising against the hard back of the seat.
“I’ll be putting these filthy hands inside every single hole on your body, Lilith.”
I kicked my feet behind me, struggling to push myself up. My ass was in the air, and I was feeling way too exposed. I knew what would come next if I couldn’t get away in time.
I should have known there would be no escape. Tears of rage burned behind my eyes as he reached deep within me and took control of my soul. He forced me to still and ran his hands up the backs of my thighs.
I squirmed against his influence as he traced a long, ink-black finger across the hem of my skirt. I gasped as he flipped it up to expose my ass.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you in this skirt since the first moment I saw you in it,” he growled.
“You’re such a fucking dick! I hate you!” I screamed, and he laughed. His face was so close to my ass I could feel his breath on my skin.
He hooked a finger under my thong and peeled it down my legs, exposing my pussy to him. He spread me open, and I cursed as he ran his hot tongue from my cunt all the way up to my asshole.
“Don’t worry, my little deathtrap. This time, I’ll make sure to let you come.”
“Reaver! Let me go!” I screeched, and without warning, there was a crack followed by a blinding pain across my ass. I screamed bloody murder as Reaver rubbed the sore spot tenderly with the palm of his hand. He made soothing sounds as he massaged the place he struck. I grit my teeth in rage.
Did he just SPANK me?
“Shh, Lilith. You’ve been a bad girl. You know what happens to bad girls.”
“You’re a sick twisted piece of shit, Reaver, let me go, now.” I was still reeling from the revelation that Reaver was fucking Death — this man had killed everyone I had ever known and loved. He had tortured me, and now he was acting like I belonged to him or was some sort of pet that needed correcting.
He cracked his hand across my ass again, and I cried out in pain. He was not being gentle about it. Every time he hit me, it fucking hurt. What was confusing was that each time he did it, I felt myself get a little wetter. What the fuck was wrong with me? I blinked back angry tears. Everyone was a fucking traitor. Even my own damn body wasn’t on my side.
“Watch your mouth, Lilith. You will show me respect, or I will make things so much worse for you.” He gently rubbed my ass again, and I felt him lean forward to kiss it better.
“Now, we’re going to make these cheeks nice and pink until you’re ready to apologize for trying to run from me.” He stroked a finger down my wet cunt and paused at my clit, giving it a little wiggle. A line of heat shot directly to my core. I was instantly on the verge of an orgasm. I may have forgotten that he had edged me for hours and didn’t let me find any release all week, but my body hadn’t. I gasped and felt myself involuntarily try to arch.
He chuckled. “Mmm. So responsive. Does my little deathtrap still need to come?”
“Fuck. You!”
Crack.
“ Motherfucker! ”
He rubbed my ass again, soothing away the sting, still chuckling softly. “No, but I’m about to be a Lilith fucker. Beg for this cock, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”
“Reaver, stop it, please!” I cried, and he growled, slapping me again.
“Not the kind of begging I’m looking for, and my name isn’t fucking Reaver.”
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want, just let me go!”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, putting his mouth by my ear. The familiar spearmint on his breath instantly reminded me of every small touch and every teasing caress he had subjected me to over the last week. I realized with a start that he had been conditioning me to respond to him.
“You know who I am, Lilith, you’ve always known. I’m the fucking Reaper. Death. Satan. The Devil. I’m your personal fucking nightmare, and I will never let you go.”
I heard him pull himself out of whatever that shadow shit he wore was made of, and he wiped the broad head of his cock down my sopping wet pussy. “When I’m fucking you, and you need a name to scream, you may call me Ramel,” he said darkly. I panicked and tried to kick away, but the grip he had on my soul was impossible to push through. He ignored my shouts of protest and slammed into me. I screamed in shock and pain. He was fucking huge. Way thicker than the staff of the scythe, and my body was not ready to receive him.
“Ramel, wait, you’re too big —” I gasped, but he didn’t wait for my body to adjust; he just slammed into me again with a cross between a groan and a snarl.
“You had your chance to make this good for you, and you wasted it. Next time when I tell you to beg, you’ll fucking do it,” he snapped, pumping into me again, causing me to scream so loudly I was shocked no one had come to see what was happening in this train car from fucking Hell.
The burn began to build almost instantly. He was so thick that each swipe rubbed directly against my G-spot. I was already overstimulated and frustrated, so once the initial pain of penetration subsided and my body relaxed to accommodate him, it started to feel so incredibly fucking good I saw stars.
“Good fucking girl. Your pussy looks so good stretched around my cock.”
I felt him spread my ass open as he drove into me, and I choked on a sob of pleasure and pain.
“Oh God…” I moaned. He cracked his hand over my ass again, and I cried out.
“Don’t you ever say that fucking name, especially not while I’m fucking you. You worship the Devil now, Lilith.” He slammed so deep into me that he hit my cervix. “You’re going to come all over Satan’s fucking cock, and I’m going to stuff you full of sin.”
“I’m sorry. Please…”
“That’s it, Lilith. Beg for it, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, let me come,” I sobbed, finally giving in. I was feeling so hot and full of him that I could barely fucking think.
He tilted his hips and slammed against my G-spot repeatedly until I came apart. I fell, screaming, into the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt my pussy pulse around his dick as he erupted inside me, filling me up.
He squeezed my ass cheeks so hard I was sure he would leave bruises, and I shuddered against his punishing grip.
I was gasping and panting and still feeling like I could come a few more times when he leaned over me to whisper in my ear.
“You were even better than I imagined you would be, little deathtrap.”
“Ramel…” My whole body was on fire, and I was torn between begging him to let me go or begging him to fuck me again. My pussy was still pulsing with the aftershock of my orgasm when he pulled out of me. I felt his cum spill out, and he caught it with his fingers, stuffing it back inside.
“Fuck!” I cried out, still feeling sensitive and needy. He scooped me up off the back of the seat and cradled me against his chest. He looked down at me with an expression that was a cross between anger and amusement.
“Let’s go to Hell,” he purred, and suddenly, everything went dark.