4. Pleasure & Pain
CHAPTER FOUR
Pleasure & Pain
Avery had always wanted to be a Reaper.
Not because she believed in their gods. Their cult was no different than any other religion. But because being a Reaper was the shit. You could kill whoever you wanted, whenever you wanted. And if you got into trouble, you had a global society of powerful people backing you.
But the Aetherian Society was exclusive, and she was desperate to get in. Thanks to Gia, she finally qualified after killing her strict mother and annoying younger brother.
The party felt like pledging, but for serial killers. So she knew things would probably get a little wild.
But this… this was not what she imagined…
Covering her mouth, Avery hid behind the wall, watching the infamous Donovan Reaper in a suit and gloves, slice into Gia’s forehead. She had heard the name ‘Donovan’ often. Spoken as if they were the boogeyman. The worst of the Reapers.
She gagged watching him peel her unconscious friend’s scalp from her skull as blood poured down her face. The scene was grotesque. But nothing was more disturbing than how nonchalantly the masked psychopath butchered her friends as classical music drifted in the dark basement that reeked of blood.
It happened so fast. One moment, she was dancing in the crowded living room. The next, she heard screams followed by metal tearing through flesh. The confused chaos of people frantically trying to escape what soon became a bloodbath.
Suddenly… being a Reaper didn’t seem worth it. In an attempt to hide, she found herself trapped in the worst place possible.
“Do you always have to be so… meticulous?” Millie muttered, perched on a table.
“You know how I feel about my work,” Ian said casually from behind his mask.
“I just feel like this is taking a really long time-”
“Then go find something to do, Millie. You’re distracting me,” Ian said, annoyed.
Millie looked around. “...like what-”
“For the love of Roselyn!” Ian snapped.
Milli frowned. “Why are you yelling at me like I didn’t just help you?”
“He’s just grumpy because he’d rather be nose-deep in Deja’s pussy,” Keith said, lazily lying on the floor as he casually twirled his bloody machete.
Ian paused. “This isn’t helping, Keith…”
“What I wouldn’t give to be tongue-fucking the shit out of that glorious body…” Keith sighed.
Millie smirked. “You guys sound obsessed.”
“No shit,” Keith snorted. “And instead of pounding that ass, I’m here watching Faux-Doctor Ian take his slow fucking time-”
“If you had been more careful as I ordered, I would have been done by now,” Ian muttered.
Keith rolled his eyes. “You know I get violently manic when I’m sexually frustrated.”
“I’m literally sitting right here,” Millie sucked her teeth.
“Babe… we had some fun times together, so don’t take this personally. But being with Deja is like trying Japanese wagyu for the first time. I can’t go back to eating ground beef when I’ve had a taste of heaven,” Keith sighed.
“Did you just compare women to meat? That’s fucking sexist, Keith,” Millie lectured.
Keith groaned. “That’s not-”
“Can you both do this somewhere else?” Ian snapped when suddenly they heard a noise in the corner of the room. Silently, they exchanged looks. “...I thought you got everyone,” Ian ordered.
“We did,” Millie said. “I mean, I did. I don’t know about Keith.”
“Snitch,” Keith muttered, standing to his feet. “I’ll handle it.”
Avery tried to crawl in the other direction, trying not to slip in the blood that caught their attention in the first place.
She frantically looked around the basement, trying to find an exit.
Breathing quietly, she watched Keith search the opposite side of the room before she ran up the stairs and fell into the living room.
She could hear Keith’s heavy boots following her.
Avery panicked, unable to see past the bodies that littered the ground. The basement door swung open just as she dove behind the couch.
“Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum. I smell the blood of my next victim…” Keith sang. Avery covered her mouth to quiet her breathing. “You know… hide and seek used to be my favorite game as a kid cause I was so fucking good at it…”
Keith’s boots echoed across the floorboard. “How, you may ask? Well, I have really good hearing…”
Avery’s fingers dug into her cheeks with angst, trying to stay quiet. “...I can hear you breathing… Heavily… The whimper caught in your throat, trying to keep down the scream you’re so desperate to release…”
Keith’s boots stopped. “...the slight shift in the couch on the floorboard from you leaning against it…”
Avery gasped as Keith leaned over the couch. She stared up at his bloody mask, terrified. His blood-soaked machete in hand. “Look at this… an intern… in training!” he grinned.
“P-please! Please, I didn’t-” she started.
But Keith hushed her with a finger to his lips. “You know the sound a woman makes when she’s having an orgasm…? It’s often very similar to the sound she makes… when she’s being stabbed to death. I need to hear one or the other, but my baby girl isn’t here, so…”
Avery’s eyes widened. “No, please!”
“Come on, babe, this is part of being a Reaper! Didn’t they tell you while you were training? Tell you what: since you’re an intern… I’ll quiz you. Get it right, I’ll let you live.”
Avery panted anxiously. “...and if I don’t?”
“Not very confident in yourself, are you, intern?” Keith chuckled. “I’ll give you an easy one. Who do we serve?”
Avery’s heart stopped. She should know this. Why didn’t she know this?
“That look on your face is not promising,” Keith cackled. “Babe, she’s the reason our Society even exists, and you don’t know her name?”
“Please, I’m just- I’m just nervous. I can’t think-” she stammered.
Keith shrugged. “Sure, okay. I’ll give you an easier one. You ready?”
Swallowing hard, Avery nodded. “How fast can you get to that door… before I take your leg?” Keith smiled.
Avery blinked. “...wh-wha-”
“...I’ll give you a head start,” he winked. “...run…”
Deja collapsed against the corner of the elevator, trying to catch her breath.
What remained of her shredded clothes hung loosely from her exposed body.
Her damp thighs writhed as her stomach twisted into knots.
Her pussy still throbbing from Caleb’s tongue and Jax’s fingers' relentless assault. Her brain was fuzzy with ecstasy.
“Look at her… She seems worn out…”
Deja glanced at Caleb, sensually licking his fingers, his face still wet with her arousal. His erotic hazel-green gaze glued to her body made her feel more naked than she already was.
“Are you tired already, baby…? We’ve only just gotten started…”
Jax’s deep voice made her shiver. But it was the ominous dark look in his eyes that made her vibrate to her core.
She had never seen them intoxicated before.
The lack of arguing and threats to kill each other was a nice change.
But she didn’t expect it to be replaced with being insanely horny.
It seemed all of their attention had been directed upon her.
It disturbed Deja that she couldn’t tell the difference between their aroused state… and their murderous state. They had the same look in their eyes after killing. The same heat in their voices. The line between a desire to kill and a desire to fuck was practically non-existent.
“You’ve had too much to drink,” she said, hitting the elevator button. Her head was still buzzing from the intense wave of orgasms they had given her. It made deciphering what they were saying difficult, especially when they randomly spoke Gaelic.
Caleb hit the elevator’s button again, and Deja groaned. “Caleb, I don’t wanna be in this elevator anymore.”
Leaning his hands against the wall on either side of her, Caleb pushed his nose into her neck. “Why not? I like it here. It smells like you…”
“Because it’s a public elevator, and I’m practically naked,” she said, holding up her torn clothes.
Slipping from between Caleb and the door, she hit the elevator button again when Jax grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
She looked up at him, startled. His thumb traced her cheek before tugging her bottom lip.
“I can smell you… Do you realize that?” Jax said lowly.
Deja snorted. “What are you, a wolf or something-”
Jax leaned down until his lips caressed her ear.
“I know your body better than you do, Deja. The way your breathing escalates every time I touch you. The way your thighs rub together, hoping I’ll push them apart.
The way you bite your lip when you look up at me with those alluring brown eyes of yours… ”
Pulling back, Jax looked down at her. “...begging me to punish that pussy…”
Instinctively, Deja’s chest caved in. Breathing heavily, she bit her lip, eliciting a knowing grin from Jax. “Like clockwork,” Caleb grinned, teasing the back of her torn dress as his finger caressed her spine. “That pussy’s throbbing, isn’t it, baby…? You wanna be fucked-”
“Oh, she’s begging to be fucked,” Jax smirked. “Mercilessly. Ruthlessly.”
Deja’s body was burning with desire. Why were they torturing her like this? “You guys are being so… stupid,” she said, too flustered to find better words. The elevator opened as she turned to leave, but Caleb blocked her.
“We’re gonna play a game,” Caleb smiled.
She sucked her teeth. “I don’t wanna play your game,” she said, trying to move past him.
But Jax grabbed her before she could leave. Pulling her back against him, he wrapped his hand around her throat. “...we’re gonna play a game…” Jax whispered in her ear.
“We did this one frequently years ago. Just a… different variation. You ready?” Caleb smiled mischievously. “How fast can you get to the door… before we catch you and fuck you senseless…?”
Deja scoffed. “I’m not running.”
“Then, we’ll fuck you in the elevator…” Jax said casually, biting her ear.
Deja sucked her teeth, annoyed, and Caleb grinned. “Be honest, baby. Tell me you’re not completely turned on by the idea of us chasing you down… and filling you up… to the fucking hilt…”
“Both holes…” Jax hummed.