Chapter Seven
CINDER
I can’t sleep, it’s too cold and I can’t stop shivering.
The moment the three of them disappeared inside, I made a run for it.
I thought I could escape and get the fuck out of here, but the moment I passed those stakes in the ground, powerful shocks rolled through my body that had me screaming and dropping to the ground.
The instant I crawled back past the posts, it stopped.
I lay there for a long time, writhing in pain until I gathered myself up and returned to the fucking field behind the cabin.
I’m hungry and even resorted to trying to eat a raw pumpkin I found. I’m sore, and every move I make I feel the ghost of them inside me. Blood is dried to my inner thighs.
It’s a brand of shame. I allowed three masked strangers to defile my body and I can’t even say I wasn’t willing. I may not have begged for it but I wanted it nonetheless.
I hear a twig snap and crouch down lower in the field. I’m naked and alone in a pumpkin patch on an island with no form of protection. The odds are not in my favor of surviving this night.
“Psssst,” someone calls, but I don’t dare move for fear it's a trap. I remain still and unmoving. “I know you’re there.” I sit up at the sound of the woman’s whispered voice.
I scan the area but see no one except for the two field mice in front of me.
I know I’m scared and starving, but not even I am that out of my mind to believe the mice are talking to me.
“Over here.” I follow the sound of the voice, squint my eyes, and try to find her, but with the moon as my only light, it’s hard.
I gasp when I spot her. Her brown hair is a wild mess, matted and standing in different directions.
She’s covered in filth and grime. She crawls on all fours toward me like an animal.
I tense and look around for something to defend myself, but find nothing.
I’ll have to rely on my fighting skills if she tries to attack me.
She comes to a stop mere feet away and the stench that wafts from her is gag inducing.
I choke on a breath and force myself to breathe through my mouth, or I risk hurling up what little contents I have in my stomach.
Now that she’s closer, I take in the sight of her. She’s wearing rags that are hanging on by a thread. Her eyes suck me in, looking almost violet in this lighting. Beneath the filth, I can see she is young and… beautiful.
“Your name,” she whispers. She keeps darting her gaze around, and doesn’t relax, ready to run at a moment's notice, which has me wondering, how long has she been here?
“Cinder,” I rasp out quietly.
Her brows slant and she nods. She seems more like a wild animal than a woman.
“Fight. Get off this island before The Keeper, Watcher and Hunter make you stay.” She speaks like a child and suddenly I’m overwhelmed by questions about this woman and who she is? How did she get here? How long has she been here?
“Who?”
Her eyes widen and her head tilts to the side as if she is listening for something or… someone. I look around trying to find the source of whatever has her attention but see nothing.
“Get off island—” She doesn’t finish her sentence, spinning around and running away on all fours like a wild tiger.
Sinners Island.
This is the place prisoners are sent that can’t be contained on the main islands.
This is where the worst of the worst are kept.
Only three people have ever escaped this island and still to this day, no one has been able to locate them.
Their names and identities were never released to the public either.
No one has escaped this island in years.
I’m trapped.
I have no way to escape.
Maybe if I let that pig of a king fuck me he would have concerned himself with my safety and came looking for me.
Not a minute later, I hear the sound of footsteps and hunker down again, fearful that it might be someone from the island.
When one of the masked men stands in front of me, I stiffen.
His black hair seems to shimmer in the moonlight, brown eyes burning with intensity that has me sitting up straight.
“Making friends with the island rat?”
“Huh?”
I may not be able to see his face, but the look in his eyes darkens, telling me he’s snarling behind his mask.
“Your first task. Clean.” I jerk back in shock.
He doesn’t wait for me to reply, he bends down and grips my collar.
“Try anything and I will string you up and have my boyfriend whip you as punishment.” My eyes widen and I wish I could say it was from terror.
He and I both know it’s not. He growls in approval, then releases me.
“Follow,” he commands, then trudges back toward the cabin.
I hastily follow after him, not wanting to spend another minute out here in the cold.
I keep my head down as he leads me through the deserted ruins of their home.
When we enter the kitchen, I slow to a stop beside him and take in the sight.
It’s old and outdated. There is no stove, just an open fire, and a wooden bench with a chunk missing out of the middle.
Cobwebs gather in the corners and dust is thick throughout.
The floor is filthy and in serious need of cleaning.
“Fix this up, feed us and you will earn items.” I turn and face him.
He stands there in a plain cotton shirt, dark jeans and boots.
The glass mask is ominous but I also see the beauty in it.
I’ve never seen anything like it before.
His brown eyes bore into mine with intensity.
I see loathing and hatred reflected in those eyes and take a step back.
“What does that mean?” I hate how meek I sound. I should be used to this shit. Since the moment my dad died, Ava and her two bitches, Rena and Shannon, have tried to make my life a living hell and here I stand at the mercy of another's cruelty.
“Do as you’re fucking told.”
“Fine,” I grit out.
A sinister look enters his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. “We own you.” I tremble. “Fail to do as you are told, and you become free game for all the men on Sinners Island, Princess Liar.”
I spend the next two hours shooing mice and crushing spiders. I cooked porridge for breakfast and added a side of moldy bread, but beggars can’t be choosers. I work with what I have.
When the three of them enter the kitchen, I hastily plate their food and then serve it. The three of them sit with their backs to me, so I don’t see their faces when they lift their masks to eat. I grit my teeth but manage to swallow my growl of annoyance. They’re fucking clever.
I return to my task of cleaning the kitchen while they eat. I found a well outside and managed to gather some fresh water to use.
I’m killing time until I’m alone again, so I can scout the area without getting fucking shocked and hopefully find a way off this fucking island.
I’m so focused on scrubbing the wooden counter and plotting my escape, I don’t hear one of them come to stand behind me until I feel hands grip my waist. I shriek in surprise and attempt to turn around but he grips the back of my neck and pushes me flat so I’m plastered against the counter.
“Any hole,” he begins, as I hear him unfastening his pants with his other hand.
“Anytime, we want,” he purrs as he presses the head of his cock against my entrance.
I fight not to flinch when he pushes inside me.
I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out in pain.
He jerks out of me, and I almost whimper in thanks until I feel him drop to his knees behind me.
He grips one of my legs and pushes it up to give himself better access.
A cry of surprise and need tears from me when I feel his hot wet tongue slide through my pussy.
I’ve read about men loving to eat women out, but I didn’t expect it to be true. I’m grateful now I used the water from the well to clean myself up and wash away the dried blood.
I didn’t expect him to care that I wasn’t wet.
I thought he would have just continued and not given a fuck about causing me any pain.
That’s what the men back home would have done.
I’ve seen my fair share of women being taken roughly in the palace against their will.
You can see in their eyes they didn’t want it but they are too scared to say anything in case they lose their standing in the community.
Fucking stupid bitches, that’s what they are.
They would rather be seen as high standing rather than stop a man from touching them against their will.
“Look at me.” I snap my head up, only to lock eyes with both of the black-haired guys. I’m itching to look back and watch as the blond one devours my pussy, but I manage to refrain… just.
When he pushes his sinful tongue inside my pussy my eyes roll back and I slump against the cool wood of the counter and moan. I should be fighting and kicking his ass or telling him no but… This is what I’ve always wanted.
To be owned, used and taken control of in the bedroom. Finding a man that’s good with being in control behind closed doors and okay with you being free to be yourself outside of that is unheard of.
I flick my gaze to watch as the other two grip themselves in their hands and begin to stroke their beautiful cocks. I know some women cringe at one another when you call a cock beautiful, but if you were to see these men you would understand.
The fact they live on an island and are clean, shaved and even smell nice should surprise me but with how heavy-handed they are, I’m not.
Any man who can claim control in a bedroom is a man who cares for themselves.
They have shown me that last night when they made sure I got something out of the sex.
They made sure I enjoyed every moment, even when I said stop I didn’t actually want them to and it was like they knew that. They forced me to endure them and showed that they could handle me in ways I’ve never experienced before.
The blond continues to tongue fuck my pussy and drive me insane.
I’m on the verge of combusting. Being on display and having the others watch me is a kink I’ve always wanted to explore.
Voyeurism is something I have always loved the idea of.
The thrill of being caught at any moment only serves to heighten my desire.
I feel the orgasm building. It’s not fast or hurried, it’s a slow gradual build but it doesn’t feel any less intense. I’m on the cusp of exploding and coming all over his face and forcing him to taste my release, but just as my stomach begins to tighten, he withdraws his tongue.
“No!” The word bursts out of me before I can stop it.
The two at the table shake their heads as if they know something is about to happen.
When the one behind me stands, his shadow engulfs me and I suddenly feel cold.
I refuse to look back. I keep my focus on the other two but neither of them offer me any support.
“No?” The word is asked so quietly, yet it holds the weight of a thousand shards of glass slicing through me.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stutter.
“Oh, you will be.” I open my mouth to protest but he shoves a…
zucchini in there, silencing me. “Suck it, make it nice and wet or you’ll be screaming in pain.
” My eyes widen to the size of a saucer and I don’t think his threat is empty.
I wrap my lips around the vegetable and lather it with my spit, making sure it’s nice and moist. I have no idea what he plans to do with it but a dark part of me is eager to find out and obey.
If this man is into Sitophilia and willing to teach me, then so be it. I’m at his mercy and eager to please my teacher.
Forgiveness is not something you would grant, Father. I know you hated it when I played with my food, but please excuse me this once and grant me mercy. Because your little girl is dying to find out what this devilish man is going to do to her.