5. Chapter Five
Chapter five
My body starts to shake after the most amazing high starts to fade away. What did I just do? I just had intercourse with my captors. Well, I wouldn’t say full intercourse but they touched me, I touched them. I went from running for my life, hiding, to having the best orgasm to ever exist.
I couldn’t stop the thread that pulled me to them. My body knew what it wanted. It felt like I was destined to them but isn’t that what demons want you to think? Trick your mind to pure lust before it consumes you whole?
“This…This shouldn’t have happened. This can’t happen. Please, let me go home. You had your fill. I’m…the curse should be void. I don’t have a twin,” I ramble off, trying to scramble off the table to create distance.
“But it did happen and it looked like you enjoyed yourself. You wanted us as much as we wanted you. Your body knows who it belongs to.” Bryden moves towards me, swiping a loose strand of hair from my face.
I flinch from his touch, making his already onyx eyes darken even more. His body stiffens at my insult and he takes a step back. Oh, so now he’s going to give me space. What a gentleman.
“The curse, it should have been lifted. Why did you bring me here? Why are you torturing my family?” Anger starts to fester, thinking back to what had happened to my ancestors.
Oh god, did they do it to them too? Fuck them before they ended their lives?
What kind of monsters are they? I’m going to puke.
The feeling of disgust washes over me for not fighting harder.
I liked it a lot. Heat had erupted all over my body with each touch and I felt empty when they pulled away.
The hunger in their eyes had my thighs clenching.
I’ve never had anyone want me so much. If I was honest with myself, I craved their attention.
“Your curse has nothing to do with us. There are other demons creeping in this forest just as dangerous but they aren’t quite as powerful as we are.
You were promised to us. If we kept them away, you would come to us on this Hallow’s Eve,” Cayson interjects my internal thoughts, causing more confusion to fester.
I don’t know if I believe them, but on the other hand, the stories that I’ve been told were nothing like what I’ve experienced.
My ancestors were lured into the forest; they were tortured and their souls had been sucked out of them.
The demons live off what they take from their prey; that’s how they’re able to survive.
Screams would be heard echoing in the wind but that didn’t last very long before they were inevitably gone.
Now I’m being told there are different types of demons?
Aren’t they all the same? What makes them so different from the ones who killed my family?
“What do you mean promised to you? All of you? Who made this promise? Why would I need protection if the curse couldn’t be fulfilled due to not having a twin? None of this makes sense?” I argue but I don’t miss the pull I had a little bit ago resurface as they all look at me with so much intensity.
My soul wants them; my body wants them and the only logical thing about me is my mind right now.
No doubt it will blend in with the others, especially when they touch me.
Once they do, the bitch in between my legs will betray me once again.
I need to keep a distance; I need to get out of here before I fall for the three most gorgeous creatures known to man.
Maybe not known, but creatures that I’ve laid eyes on.
“Your family was cursed when they left Salem and came to Hallow. One of your ancestors stole from or betrayed another coven. Each generation had a set of twins and a Hex was placed upon them. Demons were summoned to this forest and once the twins turned the age of twenty-one, one of them would be lured to the forest as a sacrifice and their souls would be eaten alive by the Hellbound demons,” Cayson starts, giving me details that appear to have been left out from my aunt.
“Your mother had become pregnant at the age of eighteen with twins. She tried to terminate the pregnancy to avoid the curse to live on to the two of you. Your aunt wouldn’t let that happen.
Once she had you, the other twin passed away immediately.
Although she was distraught over the loss of your sibling, she had hopes that the death would save you from the future horror that was to come.
When she turned twenty-one, she had nightmares about the summoning.
She was your aunt's twin and she knew she was the one who was chosen. It drove her mad the closer to Hallow’s Eve it got.
She didn’t want her soul to be trapped in hell,” Bryden interjects, continuing the story.
I already knew the second part though. My aunt told me about it.
She killed herself, thinking that would be the only way to save her soul.
What she didn’t account for, she had left her daughter alone without a mother.
I hated her for the longest time. What mother could leave their three-year-old daughter?
The worst part about it, I’m the one who found her dead, cold body.
Being three years old, you would think that I wouldn’t remember things but to this day, I have nightmares with flashes of her lifeless body on the floor.
Her eyes were wide open and her mouth was slightly ajar.
I remember running to the garden where my aunt was planting new herbs and telling her mommy's body was cold and she wouldn’t wake up.
The look on her face, I could never forget.
Her face went pale as her chest rose heavily up and down, trying to remain calm for me.
She slowly raised from the garden bed, dropping her shovel, and took me by the hand.
She led me to their spell room and brought dolls for me to play with.
She instructed me to stay put no matter what before shutting the door.
Later on, I cracked open the door enough to not be noticed and witnessed my mother being carried out.
I thought she was just in a deep sleep and would wake up once she felt better.
She never woke up. She never came back for me.
“Your mother summoned us and begged us to watch over you and keep the Hellbound away. The trade, after your twenty-first birthday, we would have one night a year with you. Hallow’s Eve.
We didn’t plan on leading you here but as you became of age, your scent intrigued us.
We saw the fear in your eyes when you looked at the dark forest and it ignited excitement and need to have you in our grasp.
Your blue eyes, innocence and a smidge of hatred, made us want you more.
We knew, Little Witch, that you were ours to destroy, taste, and fill,” Kallen finishes off the story with desire swirling in the air.
So they were brought here to protect me but instead they wanted me for themselves.
What does that mean for me? Do I get to go home?
Will I be able to live a normal life? The thought of having them watch over me makes me feel warm inside.
My mother did actually love me. So much so, she took a risk to summon evil creatures for my safety.
I wonder if my aunt knew about the deal my mother had. From the way she acted, I doubt she did. The people who love you most tend to keep things from you for your own protection. It wouldn’t surprise me if she did, but I can’t help but feel a pang of betrayal. We don’t keep secrets from each other.
I want to believe them, I really do but something doesn’t seem right and I would be naive to think they’re telling the truth.
Maybe if I play into their game, they’ll let their guard down and I can get out of here.
If they’ve protected me this long, that means the other demons aren’t out there anymore.
I’ll be safe to leave and get over the threshold back to home.
The brothers let me come out of the stuffy cottage. Since there’s no running water, they lead me to the creek just on the side to wash off my cum-covered hands. I realized that my hands were still tainted with them after their story and I insisted that I needed to freshen up.
Bending over, I dip my hands into the piercing cold water, causing me to wince from the impact. Pushing away the numbing feeling, I scrub my hands and arms clean of the reminder of the three who marked me with their lust.
Noticing the glow above, I look up to the moon and notice it's full tonight. Stepping into the creek, I tilt my head back before closing my eyes and bask in the power I feel from it.
Centering myself, I listen to the swaying of the branches around me, the chirping of the crickets, and the breeze that touches my skin so softly. For just a moment, I forget about my situation. I use the time to recenter myself, building strength and seeking guidance.
The feel of the moon's rays brush against my skin, instantly relaxing me. I’ve always been drawn to the moon and the protection she provides. My hips sway as I absorb the power and sounds that flow through me. A breeze runs through my loose strands of hair and gently caresses my skin.
Large hands wrap around my midsection with a gentle touch.
The feel of a hard chest presses to my back and their movements match my sway.
My body tenses for a brief moment before it relaxes with the familiarity.
Why does his touch have to be so gentle, so kind?
It draws me deeper in him, suffocating with the want that’s destined for me.
“The Moon Goddess was always my favorite. Her power is strong and leveling. The full moon gives you emotional clarity and powerful manifestation. Plus, you glow so beautifully,” he whispers in my ear before he trails kisses down my neck.