Chapter 38
A brANDED CHERRY ON TOP
Dawid steps back to admire the view.
After that incredible fucking display upstairs, doing this will make the night the most awesome night ever. That scarred dude excelled himself—came three times inside the girl and left her half-dead, dripping, and shaking.
This one, though…she’s been waiting for him, stripped naked, tied to the cross, and gagged by Zedder’s man. The perfect victim.
Unsullied so far, tonight, were Zedder’s words.
To his right, the brazier glows red in the dimness of the basement. The brand waits also, well-heated and ready to sear her flesh.
Her fair hair flicks across her shoulders as she peers over her back at him. Even in the low light, her trembling is obvious.
“I had this designed by a blacksmith trained in making them the traditional way. It’ll leave a mask inside a circle on you, here,” he murmurs this as he feathers his fingers over the skin of her sexy rear. “My hacker symbol.”
She squirms her ass from side to side and whimpers, though the sound barely carries due to the cloth gag stuffed and tied in her mouth—it’s wedged there, tightly. Interruptions would be sad.
He touches her with only his fingertips—wouldn’t do to soil himself with this one’s flesh.
Afterward, he’ll jack off on her, then leave her here for someone else to find and free. Or find and fuck.
Dawid double-checks the gag then reaches for the brand’s insulated handle. The air steams into the air from the other end, as he lifts the red-hot metal and smiles.
“Stay still or I might miss and scrape it across you. That would do more damage.”
Again, she whimpers, stiffening as he approaches with the brand aimed low.
There’s a rustle somewhere, across the room, and he pauses in his action, arm slightly raised. Something scuttles. Rats?
“Fuck. I hate rats.” Should he go upstairs and get someone to fix this before he brands her? Dawid considers this and decides not to. He raises the brand, aims at her right cheek…
And something black leaps at him at head height and burrows into his ear.
The pain is instantaneous and overwhelming, and for a fraction of a second, he hears it scratching, feels it digging deeper into his head.
Another of them hits his gaping mouth and wriggles inside, pushing, resisting his attempts to bite.
He doesn’t have time to scream. There is the thud of a body falling.
A tendril of smoke rises from the floor where the hot brand lands on a piece of litter. A tiny orange flame grows then leaps along the paper.