12. Chloe
Chloe
F or a moment, I thought Zack was going to be a decent human being. Every time I think I see a slither of humanity in him, it quickly disappears.
I stay a few steps away to give him space to calm down.
Whatever has got him so worked up has done a number on his already scattered mind.
He didn’t look like this when he killed that man in the woods.
Yes, he was deranged then, almost laughing as he slit the man’s throat. But now there’s just anger.
It’s as if something has fractured in him.
“Zack, we should leave as well,” I say softly, aiming to keep him calm while leaving one eye on the bartender. He’s been giving me the creeps since we walked in.
I did what Zack wanted and seduced the bikers. It was scarily easy.
When he shouted hands off my heart leaped with joy that he was protecting me. Only he wasn’t. To him I’m simply a pawn in his game.
Would risking my life with those strangers in the woods have been the better choice? I can’t be sure. In my heart, I know Zack’s right. Men will always take the opportunity to inflict the worst pains imaginable when they’re alone with a woman. I’m yet to meet a man who hasn’t.
I didn’t exactly choose to stay with Zack because I thought he wouldn’t do the same.
A sick part of my charred soul calls to him.
It urges me to join him in his sins, to let go of the fears holding me back, and just take for myself.
With him I could kill anyone who looked at me the wrong way, and he’d cheer me on.
He’d make me feel intense pain and pleasure all at once, and I’d enjoy it all without an ounce of shame.
But he doesn’t want me like that.
“Zack?” I coax him again. This time he snaps back to reality. He grabs my wrist, and I’m tugged around like a rag doll as he fetches his bag from a barstool and pulls me through the open bar partition to a door leading upstairs.
Casting a look over my shoulder, I see the bartender locking the main door shut behind the bikers before following us up.
I’ve got myself trapped again. This night is really not working out how I’d hoped.
As long as I make it out alive, that’s all that matters. They can use my body however they like. I’ve learned how to dissociate.
At the top of the stairs is another door that leads to an open-plan living room and kitchen. Zack doesn’t stop to look around and pulls me to the bedroom.
Fear tries to creep its way back in. It tingles up my spine like the cold winds that would blow through the convent halls and chill me to the bone no matter how many layers I wore. I block it out.
Finally, Zack lets my wrist go, and my pulse throbs from the sudden release .
He paces back and forth, his hands shaking as he runs them through his hair. His eyes bounce wildly around the room, settling on everything and nothing at the same time. Not once does he look at me.
“Hi, sweetheart.” The man from downstairs makes me jump as he’s suddenly behind me, smiling sickly sweetly at me. I’d know that look anywhere.
I let out a breath and try not to let my disappointment show.
Better to get this over with quickly so we can get out of here and move on to whatever twisted event Zack has planned next. I’m worried about him. It’s not like I really know who he is, but this doesn’t feel like him, and nothing good will happen to him if he’s left in this state.
I’m not sure he’s even noticed there’s anyone else in the room with him. This man might try to take advantage of Zack as well if I’m not careful.
“Zack? What do you want me to do next?”
Cold fingers touch my chin and tilt my face away from Zack. “I’m the one you should be asking that to, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’m not going to be rough with you. We’ll start nice and slow.”
“Wh-what would you like from me?” I hate the way my voice sounds. So tiny and weak. Just like how I sounded when I was new to the world of my religion.
Glancing away from the stranger, to Zack, I lower gently to my knees. Is it wrong that I want him to be jealous? That I want him to kill this man rather than let him touch me?
That’s messed up. Even for me.
“Attagirl.” The man unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper.
If only Father Daniels could see me now. He’d tell me that this is my own fault for having deviant thoughts, and that the only way to purge them is to let the Lord enter me. The memories of those moments make me feel sick. They also make me buzz with suppressed rage.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Zack snaps at me out of nowhere.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” I scowl.
The guy cups the back of my head and tries moving me toward his pencil dick, but I’m in the middle of a conversation and refuse to budge.
“You get on your knees and spread your legs so fucking easily! Do you feel no shame? Do you not care?”
“Care?” Pulling away from the man, I rise to my feet and march toward Zack. “I’m doing this so you don’t do anything else reckless!”
“Then fight me! Fight him . Stop being so pathetic and whoring yourself out.”
I slap him, and his head snaps to the side. The cold anger on his face disappears and he laughs. That crazy smirk from before returns, and I find myself relieved. I swallow as my body tingles back to life along with him.
“You fight him yourself. Do what you did in the woods. Rain blood down on me again. Show me how you were able to unleash that beautiful violence so easily!”
Caught up in his whirlwind of emotions, I get the sudden urge to slap him again. His reactions are faster than mine, and he grabs me by the waist, pulling me in for a kiss before I can hit him. My body melts into his, and my arms wrap around his neck.
“You’re changing me,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Me too.”
We’re both caught unawares by our mutual confession.
Do I hate him? He’s done so many fucked-up things, but as much as they scare me they also excite me. They make me crave him more. Zack is every danger I’ve been warned away from, wrapped up in one pretty package of tattoos, muscles, and pure unadulterated sin.
He makes me want to run only so I can experience the thrill of his hunt.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
“But you just said?—”
“You are my whore.” Zack’s tone is violent yet possessive.
I don’t question him again, just eagerly do what he says. Sitting on the bed, I bring my knees up and plant my feet on the edge, showing off my wrecked panties.
“Would you look at that.” Zack smirks. I bite my lip, a blush spreading to my cheeks. The way he’s looking at me is more than just lust. He wants this too.
A hand touches my head, and I gasp. It’s the bartender. I forgot he was even here.
“My turn first.” He still has his cock out, and it’s softer now, but still coming toward my mouth. I look to Zack for guidance.
“Touch her again, and I’ll cut your fingers off.” Zack elbows him aside, and puts his hand where the man’s was, replacing his touch.
“What the fuck? You said I could have her for free. If I don’t get to fuck her then get outta here, both of you.”
With a shit-eating grin, Zack unzips his bag and pulls out a freakishly long purple dildo that has my eyes bulging out of my head.
“Shut up and watch,” he says to the man. Then he looks back at me and says, “Open your mouth, darlin’.”
I don’t understand what’s happening, if I’m going to have to take on both of them or just put on a show, but right now all I want to do is follow Zack’s orders .
Opening my mouth, I let my tongue hang out. Zack slowly slides the dildo inside, twisting it, and coating it with my saliva. His eyes never leave mine, and it’s like he’s looking into my soul. The darkness inside me is reflected back in his eyes.
He forces the toy in harder, and I gag. Drool leaks out the corners of my mouth. But I don’t stop him. I take every inch he offers.
“Look at you. So fucking filthy. Such a greedy little thing, hungry to be used like the whore you are.”
Yes. That’s what I am. A whore. His whore. And I’m not ashamed.
Wet sounds fill the room, and I think it’s from me until I hear a male groan. I look over at the other man watching us. He’s stroking himself in time to the dildo moving in and out of my mouth.
I should be repulsed, but the cold shivers that shoot down my spine make my pussy wetter. Zack’s controlling the situation, and I want to do whatever he says. I want him to make me sin.
“Take those panties off, little sinner. Show me my wet pussy.”
I make a small squeaking sound as I suck on the dildo and lift my hips so I can slide my underwear off, leaving my soaked pussy on display for both men.
“Touch yourself. Tease that little clit for me. Show me how good you are for your new deity.”
My hand shakes as I slide my fingers along my soaked pussy, toward my clit. It’s too sensitive, but the pain adds to my rapture.
For a brief second, my eyes stray from Zack to the other man in the room. His eyes on me feel dirty. But surprisingly there’s no shame. I’m drawn back to Zack as he thrusts the dildo harshly into my throat, setting off my gag reflex.
He observes me curiously. “You like being watched? You must do because you’re dripping all over this stranger’s sheets.” To anyone else he would sound degrading, but I can hear the pride in his voice.
He pulls the dildo out and slaps it against my cheeks.
“Answer me.”
“Yes,” I pant. “I like that he can look but can’t touch.”
With a feral look in his eyes, Zack yanks my panties clean off. Then he grabs my head. My hair pulls tight beneath the habit. All I can see is Zack smirking down at me as suddenly the dildo is rammed deep into my pussy.
Sparks flash in my vision. Pain flares deep in my stomach. I clench and ride it out as he fucks me with the toy.
“No one else will ever touch you. You’re going to come for me and only me,” Zack snarls.
I’m too overwhelmed with pleasure to speak.
“You sealed your fate when you let me baptize you in blood, and again when you took my come down your throat like it was holy communion. Now you’re mine to command.
I am the only God you’ll worship from now on.
Even after I’m gone, I’ll be so deep in your bones that every time you kneel to pray all you’ll be able to think of is me. ”
My body’s about to explode. Every nerve ending is a live wire ready to shock me to the other side of the veil. Each word a hot lash against my skin, marking me as his. But I don’t come. I can’t. Because I know he’s right. I can only come for him.
There are some things in life you don’t question. The answers are either impossible to find, or if you do manage to find them, they won’t be what you want to hear.
Z ack is one of those questions.
He has me twisted around his little finger, and I’m clinging on tight.
For years I’ve been looking for a reason to my existence. I spent so long looking up, searching the skies, when the answer was right here on earth waiting for me to find him.
Sweat trickles down my back, and my vision goes white. I’m so close yet so far away from the edge.
“Please,” I sob, my fingers and toes curling into the sheets. “Please!”
I hear a low growl that has my legs trembling.
“Come for your new God.”
I scream as my whole body shakes like the Holy Spirit has entered me. But there’s nothing holy about this. All that’s inside me is a twelve-inch dildo wielded by a killer’s expert hand.
Liquid gushes out of my pussy, and my ears ring from the pleasure erupting inside me.
I’ve never come this hard in my life. And I don’t want it to ever stop.
Usually, I hate myself when my body betrays me, but with Zack it feels right.
As much as he controls my every move, I can’t help but feel like I’m the one pulling his strings.
I’m still alive after all. That has to mean something.
The dildo is ripped out of me, and I collapse back onto the bed.
I reach out for Zack, for him to finally offer me some comfort after he’s ruined me, but I can’t find him.
As I slowly come back to my senses, I call his name. “Zack?”
I’m answered by a loud cry of pain.