Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
AIDEN
My head throbs.
Everything feels dizzy as I open my eyes to pure darkness. For a moment, I think I’m stuck in a nightmare. It’s dark, no shadows to be found, and the air smells distinctly of death. I breathe in deeply, but something stops my chest from rising.
When I look down, it’s a blur of black that’s covering me. So stark that I can’t make anything out. I lift a hand to feel it and my fingertips brush against hair. Confused, I continue my trek down, sensing broad shoulders suffocating me, lower until the curve of a spine is made out. If this is a nightmare, I’m not sure what it’s supposed to represent. Despite the lack of light, I’m not terrified. For the first time, the night is comforting. I pull my hand back and stop at a low growl.
“Don’t stop.”
My breath hitches. I recognize that voice, almost like I know it from a faraway dream, so close I can touch it, but still out of reach. It’s when teeth dig sharply into my collarbone that I realize this isn’t a dream nor a nightmare. This is real. The pain can’t be confused with phantom senses.
Then it all comes back. The monster that turned into a man. My waking nightmare that became reality. A thick cock fucking into me. Hands around my throat until I grew dizzy. The way I fought because?—
Hmmmm….
Don’t move .
“I…” I gulp, trying to find my words. “Where am I?”
The man snuggles against me, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder. “Where you belong.”
“Which is?”
“With me.”
I stay still as I try to come to terms with what’s happening. I’m not in my room and in my home, I know that for sure. The soft glow of my night light is illuminating nothing. This man… He’s the one that assaulted me. That sharp blow I felt to the side of my head was him knocking me out and now I’m?—
Right where you belong.
“W-Who are you?” I stutter, tears starting to prickle in my eyes.
He grunts, moving until his nose brushes against mine. “You mean you don’t recognize me?”
It sounds far too angry for how tenderly his hand smoothes my stomach rolls. I choose my words carefully. “I can’t see you.”
“Does that matter?” he snaps, squeezing my stomach until I yelp. “You don’t need to see me to know who I am, my little lamb. Can’t you sense me?”
Yes.
“No.”
He doesn’t like that answer. His large hand comes up to wrap around my throat and I try to suck in as many shallow breaths as I can. I’ve angered him, endangered my life, and pushed him to the breaking point. He’s going to kill me. Kill me before I even understand what’s happening and why it’s happening to me .
“You don’t…” His breaths shudder against my lips, an almost sad tone to his voice. “You don’t see me?”
I shake my head as best as I can. “Please, let me go.”
“Let you go?” he growls, squeezing even tighter, desperation tickling his fingers. “You don’t want to be here with me?”
“I don’t even know you,” I cry, snot dripping down my nose and onto his hand. “I haven’t seen your face. I can just leave and?—”
He groans and I can practically hear the rolling of his eyes. “Why do people say that like it means anything?”
He lets my throat go and my greedy lungs fill with air. My hand instinctively wraps around it in self-defense. I try to scooch away from him, but he follows my movements. Crawling up my body when I try to get away.
You’re never getting away.
“No, no, no,” I sob, wishing that I could just be back home. Wishing for my ordinary life. Wishing that I was dead and didn’t have to suffer through this. “What are you going to do to me?”
To this, he hums. He’s silent for a long moment, hands still against my skin. Although I can’t see his face, the image of his masked face analyzing me is at the forefront of my mind. Without warning and without words, he slinks down my body, digging his nails into my thigh and scraping them down until he reaches my ankles. His hot breath fans against my soft cock, fear preventing me from growing instinctively hard.
His tongue darts out to give me a long lick. He groans deeply, taking my soft cock in his mouth, suckling it as he coos. I stay still, wondering what the fuck is happening. He pulls off slowly, almost as if savoring my taste. “You like blowjobs.”
It’s not a question but a statement. “W-What?”
“You taste good,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me as his fingers toy with my balls. “You’re mine, Aiden.”
He’s said that before, chanted it while he assaulted me, nearly carved the words into my skin with his rough but gentle hands. I still don’t know what that means. His in what way?
“You asked what I was going to do with you,” he whispers, taking cat-like licks to my balls. “There’s so many things, little lamb.”
My hands are shaky as I wipe at my eyes, afraid to do anything else but lay here and take it. I’m almost afraid to ask but— “What things?”
He doesn’t answer with his words but with his mouth instead. He takes my soft cock, massaging it with his tongue, trying to milk me when I refuse to grow hard. The sensation is strange and unpleasant. I’m being violated in a different way. Just because his cock isn’t in my ass, doesn’t mean I’m enjoying it.
MORE.
FUCK.
PLEASE .
I start to panic as the thoughts set in. While the man plays with my cock, I feel next to me, trying to see if I can find a weapon of some kind. I don’t know what the plan is if I find one, if I’m even brave enough to use it, but the demons within me need to be outrun.
“You still smell like me,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of my cock. “Want you to smell like me always. Want to cut you open and crawl inside you.”
What the actual psycho-fucking-shit is that?
PLEASE.
I shake my head, bringing my fingers to my hair, pulling at my roots to try and drown out the sound. The man takes no mercy as he doubles down on his efforts to get me hard, growing angry and biting his nails into my thighs when I don’t.
“You know you want it.”
“N-No.”
“You know we were meant for each other.”
YES.
“No!”
“I’m going to treasure my little lamb,” he says, my stomach tightening as he starts stroking my cock. “I’m going to worship you. And then, when I’m ready, and when you’ve given in. I’m going to kill you with my bare hands and eat your heart so we’ll always belong to each other.”
NOW!
Liquid spurts out of the tip of my cock. A molten hot trickling of cum sliding onto the man’s hands. He roars, lapping it all up, thrumming with tension as he ruts against my calf. It only takes a second until I feel warmth against me. The way he tightens and tenses lets me know that he's come just from tasting me alone.
I want to scream. I want to claw my eyes out. I want to fight—not against him—but against myself. Because the thoughts won’t stop, the noise is too loud, my breaths are short and choppy and?—
“Do you see me now, Aiden?”
No. If anything, I’m more confused. My body rejects him but my mind craves his sinister promises. It’s confusing and unwelcome and, I just WANT IT TO STOP!
“Who are you?” I whimper, feeling dirty as he licks up my stomach and presses a kiss against my chest.
“Someone you’ve met in a different life. Someone that fate chose for you. Someone that will keep your soul safe for all of eternity. You were meant to die by my hand, little lamb.”
I bite down on my tongue, hoping the pain will keep my mind at bay. Still, curiosity wins out. “Let me see your face.”
The man is so very still and I can feel the way he tenses above me. He clicks his tongue, rubbing his forehead against my collarbone, shaggy hair falling on my skin. A glimpse of silver in the dark. “If that’s what you want.”
I hold my breath as he reaches over me, hands knocking against several things before he reaches the lamp and turns on the light.
I cry when I see his face. The scars that bisect his eyebrow and the corner of his jaw. The anger, the frustration, and the humiliation all wrapped up in the clearest silver eyes. The stranger who haunted me, the monster that assaulted me, the man that took me.
I’ve come face-to-face with a demon.
“Levi.”
He shakes his head, a wry smirk tugging at his scarred lip that makes him look almost animalistic. “Leviathan.”
A sinister name that plays like a game on his tongue.
Leviathan.
My rapist.
My killer.
Your monster.