Chapter 25 Ethan
TWENTY-FIVE
ETHAN
After they’d taken Fox from me, I was moved. I wasn’t sure if it was the same day, the middle of the night, or a day later. There were no windows in the underground.
Just screams.
Tears.
Whispered prayers that eventually turned to madness.
Fox could already be dead.
The thought was driving me insane.
But I suppose that made me fit in down here.
They’d drugged me. My head was full and weird feeling. I felt disconnected from myself, which, in a way, was helpful.
Terrifying, but helpful.
My back ached from being tied to the metal chair for so long. When the heavy door creaked open, I whipped my head around to see what fresh hell awaited me.
I froze.
Everett Church sauntered in with a man wearing a doctor’s jacket.
I swallowed hard, my body trembling.
“Hello, Luka,” Everett murmured, stopping in front of me. “It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”
I trembled as I stared up at him.
“Your friend screams so pretty.” He inhaled deeply, a tiny, twisted smile on his lips. “I’m surprised you couldn’t hear it all the way down here.”
I shook, the nausea burning my throat.
Please, god… Please, let Fox be OK…
“God can’t hear your prayers down here, sweet boy,” Everett continued as if he were reading my mind. “Only I can. The devil.” He let out a soft, wicked laugh. “So tell me. What do you wish for?”
I stared up at him, my jaw quivering.
He didn’t move as we locked eyes.
Finally, he leaned in and brushed his lips along my jaw as he worked his way to my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you again,” he whispered, his hand moving to my cock.
I tried to jerk away from him, but there was nowhere to go. The fucking chair was bolted to the floor.
“I like it when you’re scared,” Everett laughed softly in my ear as he rubbed his hand over my dick. “I’ve waited so long for you, Sugar Daddy. So. Fucking. Long.”
He backed away, and I let out a whoosh of air, my heart pounding. He nodded for the man in the room to come forward. The man made quick work of injecting me with something that burned my veins.
I cried out, the burn intensifying until it was a sweeping heat inside my body.
“It’s not nearly as good as what you’ve created,” Everett said softly. “But it has its uses. You’ll see.” He moved forward again and rubbed my dick through my pants.
I wasn’t myself. I knew that immediately. I felt disconnected. More like a zombie than ever before. I recognize this high. It was mine. He’d taken my work and turned it into this… Frankenstein monster. Even my thoughts didn’t feel like mine.
I trembled and squeezed my eyes closed as Everett undid the button on my pants. As he pulled my zipper down.
“Tell me,” he continued softly. “How many of the horsemen have sucked this big cock?”
I blinked, unable to stop my mouth from opening.
“None.”
He chuckled. “Did you want them to?”
My body shook. This was a truth serum with some weird ability to fuck my head up. I wasn’t me. This wasn’t me…
“N-No,” I choked out. “We-We aren’t…”
He laughed at that.
“The drugs aren’t at a hundred percent yet. We’re working on making them more effective. Good thing we have you here to practice on, huh, Luka?”
I shuddered at the sound of my birthname.
“Look.” Everett nodded to his hand on my dick. I hadn’t even realized he’d freed me from my pants.
I stared down to see how hard I was.
“You grew such a pretty cock. So big. So thick.” Everett hummed happily before looking over my shoulder. He nodded his head, and the door creaked open, then slammed shut.
“Sorry. I wanted this next part to be just the two of us.”
“P-Please. Don’t,” I managed to say.
“My sweet Luka, I must,” he replied gently, going to his knees in front of me. “Our body betrays us sometimes, and that’s OK. Your cock is hard for me. That means it wants what’s to come. So I’m going to give it what it wants.”
“Don’t. Please don’t do this to me.” I wept softly, the drugs making my head a fucking ugly mess.
He stroked me gently. “I’m not doing anything to you that your body doesn’t want.”
I cried out as he sucked my cock into his mouth, my stomach rolling with a sickness so deep that I thought I might never escape it.
I tried to escape the moment. I focused on anything I could. A crack in the wall. The smell of the room. The screams from outside the door. My nails broke off as I dug them into the metal of the chair, as if holding on tighter would save me.
The blood. The blood from the ragged nails. The pain. God, the pain.
But nothing helped.
Because Everett was right. In the underground, our bodies wanted what they wanted.
We had no control over them.
I screamed as his mouth moved off my dick, and he bit my thigh so hard that blood spurted out. Another bite. Another scream. He bit and bit into my flesh around my cock, his hand squeezing my balls to the point where I couldn’t tell what hurt more, the bites or my nuts.
And then he sucked my cock once more before pulling off and biting me all over again.
He did this on repeat until I lost count.
He gripped my testicles tightly on the final round.
“You’re going to lose these,” he said softly. “At some point, I’m going to feast on them. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you eat some too, so you still get to keep a part of them in you forever.”
He squeezed them so hard I screamed, the pain intense beneath the full effect of the drugs.
And then he sucked me into his mouth again until I came, humiliation rushing through me.
He swallowed me down and pulled away, licking his lips.
“Fuck, Luka, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned out.
I dry heaved, my body convulsing with each muscle spasm until I hung my head limply, the tears flowing freely. Had I any food in my system, I’d have flooded the place.
“Tell me, Luka, did I do better than Rosalie?” He let out a soft, sinister laugh.
I dry heaved again, which only made his laughter boom louder.
And then, I passed out.