Chapter 24 #2
“W-we were r-rehearsing f-for the school m-musical,” Jace stammers, his amber eyes filled with stark terror. “I swear on my father’s life, I didn’t know she belonged to you. I would never disrespect you like that.”
“Are there any kissing scenes between you and my property in this musical?”
“Y-yeah, b-but it’s… it’s just acting.”
“Acting or not, that’s a death sentence, boy,” Sandman growls. “No one touches what’s mine and walks away.”
“Please believe me,” Jace pleads, beginning to cry now. “I would’ve never agreed to play the male lead had I known Zilphia was yours.”
“I believe you, but unfortunately, I have to make an example out of you.” Sandman viciously slices into Jace’s top lip.
His anguished howls reverberate through the night.
“Oh God!” I scream at the top of my lungs. “Sandman, please stop! He didn’t do anything!”
Surprisingly, he does, leaving Jace’s lip half dangling. I recoil at the gruesome sight, sick to my stomach. I’m afraid he’s going to bleed out; there’s just so much blood.
Please don’t die.
“Crawl to me,” Sandman demands, his wild gaze piercing through me.
I comply without question, for Jace’s sake as well as my own.
“Choke on my dick,” he orders when I reach him.
“Please, Sandman,” I sob, moving to my knees. “Not here.”
Not in front of all these people.
“Zilphia, this isn’t a negotiation.” He coasts the knife’s bloody edge down my cheek. “I will fucking gut him and make you wear his entrails around your neck.”
I undo his jeans and free his long erection, resigned to my fate. Tears of shame flow as I take him into my mouth. He’s warm and silky on my tongue. I cry harder, hearing the whistles and vulgar commentary from our avid audience.
“Deeper, goddamn it,” Sandman rasps, tangling a hand in my hair. “I want your throat squeezing my cock.”
I slurp his veiny length in deep, long pulls, forcing the broad head past my tonsils. I gag, my eyes watering and nose running, struggling to breathe.
“Fuck yeah… that’s it,” Sandman murmurs, rocking his hips. “Make it wetter… shit.” He bucks wildly into my mouth, releasing his thick, salty load down my throat. “Swallow. Don’t waste a single drop,” he grunts, thrusting until his balls are empty.
Sandman pulls back and sheathes his knife at his hip, then he’s hovering above me, roughly tearing off my shorts and panties, leaving me bare for all to see. “Spread your legs.”
He’s going to take my virginity and give our audience the ultimate grand finale. I let my thighs fall open, waiting for him to descend on me and complete my humiliation, but he doesn’t. To my horror, he stands and aims his length between my thighs. Then he urinates, marking me for all to see.
“Let it be known that Zilphia Kensley belongs to me!” Sandman shouts to the crowd, stuffing his length back into his jeans. “Any man who so much as looks in her direction will answer to me.” He turns in a wide circle, silently challenging his brethren. No one steps forward. “We’re done here.”
The crowd disperses, hopping onto their motorcycles and speeding into the pitch-black night. I remain sprawled on the ground, the monster’s piss cooling between my legs.
Sandman levels his stony gaze on Jace. “Talk to her again and it’s on sight.”
With that proclamation, the bear man drags my mangled classmate away and flings his limp body into the back of a black van. I’m assuming the same black van that transported us here. Wherever here is. I spot a large warehouse in the distance, but nothing else.
“Get dressed,” Sandman tells me.
Something in me snaps. A sudden, desperate need to get away slams into me.
I don’t think. I gather my clothes and shoes, then tear across the worn grass.
Damn the consequences. It doesn’t matter that my chances of escaping are slim to none.
I just need to get far away from him, even if it’s only for a little while.
One moment my feet are on solid ground, and in the next, I’m careening through the air. I hit earth with a bone-jarring whack, Sandman’s crushing weight expelling the oxygen from my lungs. I let out a faint whine, the brutal impact leaving me disoriented.
“Did you really think you could outrun me?” he rasps in my ear.
I hear the hiss of his zipper, then he’s penetrating me. No spit to soften his invasion.
“You’re my prey… a weak, pathetic nothing with three holes for me to enjoy,” Sandman rumbles, working his hardness into my muscular ring. “And I’m king of the goddamn jungle.” He fills me to the limit, then past it, stretching me to bursting.
“I’m going to show you how much I fucking hate you,” he groans, pinning my wrists on either side of my head.
I scream my agony as he bludgeons my body. There’s no other way to describe it. Sandman drives into my rimmed opening with merciless force, each thrust more ferocious than the last.
“I’m never going to let you go.” Thrust. “This is your life now.” Thrust. “Running is pointless.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Sandman bites down on my shoulder, feverishly pounding into me. The attack seems to go on forever. I sob into the dirt as he grunts and growls above me. I feel it coating my face… taste it in my mouth. It’s bitter, like the man ruthlessly ravishing me.
“Feels so fucking good,” he mumbles huskily, his warm breath fanning across my temple. “Fuck yes… take this nut deep inside that tight ass.”
He roars his release, propelling his hips impossibly faster… penetrating me impossibly deeper. Then it’s finally over, his body dead weight on my back.
Time melts together, becoming a blurry haze.
I don’t recall putting on my clothes or shoes—or even straddling Sandman’s motorcycle.
Every action is done without conscious thought, my mind on autopilot.
I rest my cheek against his cut and close my eyes, my arms wrapped tightly around his torso.
The vibration beneath my sore bottom and the wind whipping against my face transport me back to reality.
We arrive at a destination unfamiliar to me. Bright flowers, shrubs, and other greenery surround a monument sign rooted on the front lawn. Burk Cremation Services LLC. Goose bumps scatter across my skin. Tonight’s horror isn’t over yet.
“Why are we here?” I ask.
“It’s a surprise,” Sandman replies vaguely, triggering my internal alarm bells.
He lugs me into the building and down a winding staircase, his calloused hand an implacable shackle on my arm.
I hear a click and fluorescent lights flood the cold room.
I squint against the brightness, surveying the cavernous space.
Three machines hum quietly to the left. Opposite them looms a pair of metal doors.
Straight ahead lies a cluttered workstation, surrounded by various pieces of equipment.
“I just want to go home,” I say, my voice small and tired.
“Maybe tonight you die.” He ambles to the first machine and slams his fist against the green button on the front, lifting the electronic closure. “Get inside.”
“What is it?”
“A cremation chamber.” A smirk twists his lips. “You know what cremation is, don’t you?”
My muddled brain pieces two and two together.
“No,” I backpedal, jerking my head side to side.
Sandman glowers at me and opens his cut, displaying the gun stashed in his holster. “I’m not going to tell you again.”
Fuck that. I’d rather get shot than be burned alive. I spin on my heel and dive for the stairs. I’m halfway to freedom when Sandman latches onto my ankle.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he taunts, giving a hard tug.
I cry out, landing painfully on my side, my ribs taking the brunt of the fall.
Sandman drags me back down the stairs and seizes my hair in an ironclad hold, yanking me to my feet.
I angle my head and sink my teeth into his bicep and bite down as hard as I can.
His blood on my tongue fills me with triumph.
“Bitch!” Sandman thunders, prying my mouth open.
My fist flies at his face, but he catches my wrist midair.
“You wanna play?” His hand shoots out lightning fast, clasping onto my throat. “Let’s play.”
He flings me into the wall, then he’s on me, tearing my shorts and panties down my legs. My head smacking against the plaster leaves me dazed.
“When are you gonna learn?” Sandman sneers, spinning me around.
A few seconds later, he’s tunneling his dick into my pussy—just the tip. For now. I press my palms against the wall as he moves in and out of me with short, measured thrusts. He sweeps one hand into my thick curls and the other between my thighs, seeking my clit.
“Don’t,” I whisper.
“You don’t want to come?” he murmurs, passion resonating in his husky baritone.
“No.”
I don’t want anything from him, except to be left alone.
“Too fucking bad. Your body is mine to control and you can’t do a damn thing about it.”
His fingers stroke, knead, and pluck, forcing me closer to completion. I mentally fight against my body’s response to him, but my efforts are in vain. I’m powerless against his touch. My pussy greedily sucks on his swollen head, the wet noises a testament to my surrender.
“I don’t want this,” I breathe.
“Your mind doesn’t, but your body does,” he rasps, his lips softly grazing the shell of my ear. “You’re about to come. I know because I can feel your clit getting bigger… fuller. Stop fighting it.”
My breathy moans sound foreign to my ears. I bite my tongue, shaking with the effort not to roll my hips against his hand.
“Go ahead, make it rain on my cock.”
Sandman lightly pinches my magic spot and that does it. I tumble over the precipice, diving headlong into waves of raw ecstasy; my slick walls clamping down on him.
“Fuck yes!” Sandman shouts, his forehead dropping heavily onto my shoulder. “That delicious cunt soaking me, hot and so fucking ripe.” His strong grip tightens in my hair as he fills me. “Take my seed… it’s all for you.”
I melt against his granite frame, my heart racing, my breath intertwining with his. Without warning, he slams my head into the wall, and then I’m being carried. The sudden attack leaves me whirling. Darkness seeps into the corners of my vision, but somehow I manage to stay conscious, though barely.
By the time I become fully lucid, I’m already locked inside the cremation chamber.
“Please let me out!” I scream hysterically, expecting flames to engulf me at any moment. “I’m sorry for going over to Jace’s house!”
Death by fire. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. To smell oneself essentially being cooked alive is a horrific way to go.
“Let me out!” I bang my fists against the metal door, oblivious to the pain radiating up my arms.
Seconds stretch into endless minutes, time seemingly distorted, passing by at a snail’s pace. Every day he breaks me a little more. Sooner or later, he’s going to land me right in the psych ward.
“Let me the fuck out of here!”
The electric hum of the door lifting fills me with instant relief. I launch myself through the opening, toppling awkwardly onto the floor, my shorts and panties still around my knees.
Sandman crouches beside me. “If I find you getting cozy with another motherfucker again…” he says, caressing my cheek. “You burn.”
“We weren’t getting cozy!” I argue, wanting to scratch his eyeballs out but unwilling to risk being locked inside the cremation chamber again. “We were practicing for the school musical!”
“You were alone with him,” Sandman snarls. “I call that getting fucking cozy.”
“So I can’t be alone with any guys?” I ask incredulously.
“No.” Sandman glides his index finger through the semen coating my inner thighs and rubs it on my lips. “You’re not allowed to be alone with any male unless I say otherwise. Got it?”
“Yes,” I hiss.
“God’s Eye is always watching.”