3. - – Piper
CHAPTER THREE
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PIPER
I gasp as my hands fly up to my neck. I cough as I roll to get to my feet. I am instantly too dizzy to stand and crumple to the floor.
I am on my hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air, trying to pull air into my lungs. I hear movement around me, and I am instantly thrown into a panic.
“No!” I scream and drop down to curl myself into a ball. I see a glimpse of Colt, and I suddenly cannot breathe. “Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
I hide my face and protect my belly, making sure he can’t land any serious blows.
I don’t understand where I am, but I have to get out of here.
When Colt doesn’t touch or grab me, I move up to my hands and knees so I can move myself away.
This is where I get to my feet. I turn away from him slightly with my head bowed.
Several minutes pass before the door opens, and a massive man enters.
He is standing at least seven feet tall.
His eyes are a deep red, but his hair and beard are jet black.
When he stalks closer, I drop my head instinctively.
He then grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back to look at me.
When our eyes meet, something shifts inside of me. I offer no resistance when he pulls me up to meet his lips as he leans down. He is a massive man, and I am hardly five feet tall, but he makes it work. His lips crash against mine, and I can feel something shift in my body as I lean into him.
“My sweet little sinner,” he says with a wicked grin. “Welcome to hell.”
“W-What?” I ask.
“You are dead, little Sinner,” he says with a smirk. “And now you are in hell.”
“Hell?” I yell and step back. “No. I’m not… No…”
“Usually, souls don’t gain their consciousness alone. They are supposed to be greeted according to their sins,” he says smoothly. “So, little sinner. What did you do?”
“I… uh… I don’t know,” I say honestly. I try to recall what happened, but I just… can’t. There are a few things I know for sure, and the main thing is that I do not belong here. Right?
“How did you die?” he asks.
“I…” I sigh and close my eyes to think. When I open them, I gasp and spin around to look at my surroundings. “What the fuck?! Where the fuck am I?”
I am suddenly crying when I find I am surrounded by people. They’re all massive and glaring at me. The man I kissed wraps his arm around my waist to pull me to his side. “What is the meaning of this?” the man booms.
“Dimitri Draeger,” the man booms with a smirk. Dimitri… that’s his name.
“What is this, Artimus?” Dimitri demands.
“You have something that doesn't belong to you,” Artimus says, still with a smug tone. Dimitri doesn’t seem to like or trust him. He is holding me tightly to his side. “The human doesn’t belong.”
“I have a name, asshole,” I snap and glare at him.
“Yes. Piper Ruger,” he says. “Your death has come into question, so we are reverting back to replay the events and…”
“No!” I yell at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Why am I yelling at him? I’m not mad… I’m scared, I think. I tear up and try to move away from everyone, but Dimitri doesn’t let me.
“Let’s rewatch your death, and then we can go from there,” Artimus says, almost gently. I nod, and he snaps his fingers. A three-dimensional projection takes shape in the middle of the room, and I can see myself.
I am standing next to Dimitri. “What is this?” I ask him quietly.
“It’s how you died, Piper,” he says. My attention is snapped to the rendering when Colt’s voice booms through the room.
I slowly approach the scene as Colt is smashing my face against the window.
Blood is pouring out of my nose, and several teeth are broken or missing.
I have bruises covering my arms at different stages of healing—he was abusive. This is why I was scared.
“Go on, Piper. Get the fuck out,” Colt grunts as he lifts my body. I have tears streaming down my face as I watch him throw me through the broken window. When the glass digs into my throat, blood gushes from the wound. My body flops out onto the roof, but when Colt steps out, I roll.
Colt tries to grab me, but he’s not quick enough. My body crashes to the concrete below, and I am left staring up at the sky as blood continues to rush out of my body.
The rendering of my death cuts off, and I am speechless. I spent years wishing he would finally kill me so I could be free. Is this freedom? Who will miss me? Will he face consequences for this?
“As you can see,” Artimus says. “This was her time to die. Because she rolled, it is technically a suicide. We are unsure right now which injury caused her death, so we made a vote to send her…”
“No!” I yell again. I pull away from Dimitri, but this time he lets me. He glances at me, and in one flash of a glance, I understand what he is telling me to do.
I turn and sprint away from everyone. I get to the door and manage to get it open, but I scream when my body is suddenly pulled back. “Dimitri!” another voice booms.
It dawns on me that I wasn’t pulled back—Dimitri picked me up.
He has me cradled in his arms, and my face is buried in his chest. When he sets me on my feet, he grabs my face and kisses me hard.
Something shifts in my brain this time, and I melt.
All of my fear is gone in an instant, and I need more of him.
When he pulls away, his eyes are practically glowing. “I can’t go back to that. I’ll burn for eternity before I live that hell with him,” I say, tears welling in my eyes again.
“You’re mine, Little Sinner,” Dimitri rumbles as he lifts me up to sit on a table.
I watch as he pulls his cock free, and I might not understand, but my body does.
He hooks my legs over his arms and holds tightly to my waist. As we hear a rush of people behind him, he shoves his cock deep inside me.
I gasp and let my head fall back as he draws out and slams in deeper.
I grab hold of his forearms, and my entire body relaxes as he starts to fuck me harder.
My belly aches, and he is stretching me impossibly far.
What he is doing—how deep he is pushing—it’s not possible.
“Damnit, Dimitri,” a voice growls. “Give me the human. Now.”
Someone approaches us, and he swiftly picks me up—keeping his cock buried deep—and tentacles wrap around me to hold me against the wall he has me backed against. He looks different now; his body is covered in thicker muscles.
His skin is rough and deep red, like he is burning from the inside.
Tentacles wrap around my arms and legs, wrapping around my throat.
“My mate,” Dimitri growls, stabbing deeper. “Say it. You’re my sweet little mate.”
“Mate! I’m your mate!” I cry out.
“My little sinner,” he speaks softly, almost like a prayer. “My Queen of the damned.”
Pleasure erupts from my soul, and a light pours from my mind as his tentacles force into my ass and down my throat. They invade my soul, and I immediately surrender to him as his cock swells and continues to pound into me, destroying every shred of who I was.