Chapter 29
“Well, I’m the Devil, so I guess God’s little plan for me worked.”
—LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR, LUCIFER
I woke up to find myself still naked and lying against an equally naked Ramel. At some point, he had crawled behind me and positioned me between his legs. He was sitting up and had his arms wrapped around me. He was working on a laptop that he had propped on top of me, basically using me as a human table.
Fuck me .
My arms were still chained to the bed, and I could no longer feel my fingers.
I forced myself not to jerk against the chains as I came to and pretended I was still asleep. I had a feeling the second my demon knew I was awake, he would begin tormenting me again, and I needed a second to think.
There had to be a way out of this, there had to be. I just hadn’t thought of it yet. How was I going to escape?
Funny, Lilith. How are you going to escape Hell and the obsessions of literal Satan? You’re fucking delulu.
I told the mean voice to shut up and nearly shook my head to clear it. Even if it was hopeless, I had to try. There was no way I was just going to submit to an eternity of being abused by these two assholes. I would fight them every step of the way. I just had to be smart about it.
I peeked under my eyelashes at what Ramel was doing on the laptop. He had sexy hands, which was a fucked up thing for me to think, considering how many times he had hurt me with them. Still, his long tattooed fingers were dripping in silver rings. The goat head ring now made more sense than ever. It was the symbol of the antichrist.
God help me. I nearly winced, nevermind, fuck that guy too. Nothing was more disheartening than knowing that God existed and was still letting this all happen to me. He was just as bad as Ramel and Shem as far as I was concerned.
Ramel seemed to be looking at scans of ancient texts. Some of them looked biblical, others seemed to be filled with hieroglyphs.
“You won’t find anything. There’s nothing in human texts that document it,” I heard Shem say from the other side of the room. I tried my best not to tense, not wanting Ramel to know I was awake.
“Well fuck, I need to do something. Maybe if I know what He’s keeping from me, we can use it against Him,” Ramel said, double-clicking into a scan of an ancient piece of parchment filled with Hebrew script.
“I don’t think so, man. It’s just going to bum you out.”
Ramel snarled and slammed the laptop shut, sliding it off of me. He shifted beneath me to face the direction Shem’s voice had come from.
“I need to know. I hate that you can’t just fucking tell me.”
“Let’s go to the library today. I can’t tell you, but maybe I can accidentally knock some shit off shelves, and you can accidentally find them.”
“I fucking love you, Hazai,” Ramel said, tugging me closer to him like I was some sort of pet. He kissed the side of my head and inhaled deeply. I shuddered. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did that just make my clit ache?
“You need to untie her. She’s mortal; she’s going to lose circulation in her hands if we leave her like that much longer,” Shem said. I peeked out from behind my lashes to find him sitting at the chess table by the window, playing a round against himself.
He was shirtless and backlit by the viridian light of the fireplace. He was pretty covered in tattoos as well, though his were more patchwork than Ramel’s. In addition to the block of text tattooed on the inside of his left arm, I could make out an Anubis on his shoulder and a scarab beetle in the center of his chest.
“I don’t trust her running around here on her own yet. She’s going to try to escape,” Ramel said, lazily running his hand over my breast. He paused to rub his finger over the tip of my nipple, and I felt him smile against me as my body reacted to his gentle touch.
“You love it when she tries to escape,” Shem pointed out. He smirked at the chessboard as he made another move. “Maybe we can make it a game. A test? We untie her and give her some freedom, but there will be rules. ”
“I love the way your twisted little mind works, Shemhazai,” Ramel purred against me. I yelped as he abruptly clapped his hand on the side of my face.
“Wake up, Lilith. We’re going to play a game.”
I groaned and shifted in Ramel’s lap. The movement made me clench, and I realized that the plug was still in my ass. And Shem had been right, my arms were fucking killing me.
“My arms…” I moaned, and Shem glanced up from his chess game, looking concerned.
“Fuck,” Ramel said. I could have sworn he sounded worried. He slid out from beneath me and rotated my hand in its cuff, frowning as he did so.
“Your hands are freezing. Can you feel this, deathtrap?” he asked, gently rolling my fingers into a fist. I nodded and swallowed.
“Yes, but it hurts,” I murmured, hoping they would take pity on me and unchain me without making me play their stupid fucking game.
“You were right, Hazai,” Ramel murmured before crawling back on the bed and kneeling between my legs.
“I often am,” Shem purred. He abandoned his game and slipped up to the bed on my left, giving my other hand the same gentle treatment.
“I’m going to unchain you, Lilith,” Ramel said, leaning forward and touching my chin. I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes and took in the sharp cut of his jaw. He was so fucking pretty. Why did he have to be so damn evil?
“Thank you,” I whispered as Shem began rummaging through the nightstand again. I hoped this time it was for a key instead of more goddamn sexual torture devices.
Ramel chuckled, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Don’t thank me yet, deathtrap.”
I groaned as he leaned forward, kissing me sweetly on the lips like he actually cared about me. I considered biting the shit out of his lip but thought better of it. I wanted them to untie me. I needed them to give me some space and freedom so I could figure out how to get the fuck out of here.
“Here,” Shem said, tossing Ramel what looked like a key. Thank fuck. My heart soared at the sight of it, only to immediately drop as Shem tossed another object to Ramel.
I frowned. What the…
Ramel held up the thick leather collar with a sinister smile. “You will wear this while you’re in the house. If you break any rules, we will leash you.”
“What the fuck! I’m not a fucking dog!” I screeched, enraged at how degrading what he was suggesting was.
“No, but you do need to be trained. You’re still resisting. Don’t think I don’t know you’re already planning to run again. Until I can be sure that you will stay willingly, you will wear the collar,” Ramel said, leaning forward to fasten the collar around my throat. Shem tossed him a little padlock, and Ramel clipped it in place over the buckle. He leaned back, admiring his work.
“There.” He touched my chin, tilting my head to the side so he could see it better. I watched with horror as he immediately hardened. Lazily, he reached down and stroked himself as he examined this new form of torture he had forced onto me. “Fuck, that looks good on you.”
“Really brings out her eyes,” Shem said, grinning. Rage boiled in my chest, and my lip curled. I considered kicking Ramel right in his veiny, hard dick, but his eyes flashed.
“Whatever thought just crossed your mind is probably a good way to get yourself leashed for the day. I would strongly advise that you do what you’re told this morning if you want to be granted a little bit of freedom.”
I didn’t know how the fuck he could tell it was morning. It still looked like it was nighttime to me, and there were no clocks in here. I supposed I would just need to take his word for it.
He slid closer to me, spreading my legs wider as he did so. I gasped as he reached down and pressed on the plug that was still buried in my ass.
“Your life moving forward will be a series of rewards and punishments. How many you receive of each will depend entirely on you. For example,” he twisted the plug, and I yelped, arching against the uncomfortable sensation. I hated that it sent a line of need directly to my pussy. I yanked on the restraints, hoping the pain would bring me back to reality and remind me that I didn’t fucking want any of this.
“You were such a good girl last night that we’re going to untie you. It was Shem’s idea. Say thank you to Shem.”
I scowled but forced myself to look at my traitorous ex-cat, who was watching me with his hands in his pockets and an amused smirk on his face.
“Thank you, Shem,” I spat, making sure he heard the sarcasm in my voice.
Shem crawled onto the bed and kissed me softly on the corner of my mouth.
“You’re welcome, Lilith,” he purred against me. “We’ll have to work on that tone, but I’ll let it slide this time since you’re still learning.” He winked at me, and I shuddered. Ramel handed him the key, and I sighed in relief as he got to work unchaining my right hand.
Ramel ran a hand down my inner thigh, turning my attention back to him. “Now, I’m going to fuck you again before we go to breakfast,” he informed me matter-of-factly, stroking a hand up and down his hard cock.
“What? I thought I was being rewarded?!” I asked, ignoring the rush of wetness that pooled and focusing on the fiery pit of rage in my chest instead. The way he said it was infuriating. He said it like I belonged to him, and he was just using me for my intended purpose.
“You are, we’re untying you. That is your reward.” My right arm came free, and I groaned, pulling it close to my chest. Blood rushed back into my fingers, and I felt a spike of gratitude as Shem moved to untie the other one.
That’s so fucked up, Lilith. They’re the ones that tied you up!
“Now, you can either be a good girl and do what you’re told while I fuck you, or you can fight me the whole time. If you’re good, I will remove the plug from your ass when I’m done and allow you to get dressed before we leave. I might even let you take a shower.”
My other arm came free, and I hissed in a mix of pain and relief as I cradled it tenderly against my chest.
“Tell her what happens if she’s bad,” Shem purred, and I glared at him. He was watching me with a half-cocked grin on his face as if this whole thing was mildly entertaining and he was just waiting for something exciting to happen.
Ramel grabbed my jaw and turned me to face him. His eyes flashed, and he smiled as though he almost hoped I would give him a reason to punish me.
“If you’re bad, the plug stays in, and you go to breakfast naked, on a leash,” he purred, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
“You’re a monster,” I hissed, horrified that even he was fucked enough to think of something so twisted.
He smiled and gave me a tender kiss on the lips.
“Quite literally,” he murmured against me. He hovered there for a moment, his lips gently brushing against mine. Without warning, his entire demeanor changed, and he was suddenly fisting my hair and snarling. “So what’s it going to be, deathtrap? Are you going to be a good girl for us?”
I closed my eyes and beat back the anger brewing in my chest. I needed to get through this. I needed them to start trusting me so I could make a plan. I knew he would follow through on his threat if I didn’t comply, and I did not want to spend the day on a fucking leash with a plug in my ass.
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered, “I’ll be good.”
Ramel smiled before running his flat, wet tongue firmly across my lips. He clapped his hand on the side of my face twice before pulling back.
“Such a good little deathtrap. Now, get on your hands and knees. Let me see how good you look with that plug in your ass.”