5. - – Corvina Whitmore
CHAPTER FIVE
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CORVINA WHITMORE
After what happened at the graveyard, Riley and I returned to the Devil's Delight, ready to see what's happening. I hugged Diana as she looked like a worried mother.
“Girl, what happened to you? Did you get in a fucking fight?” She panics.
“Something like that, but I think I won,” I smirk as I see Riley talking to Caveman. Although hopefully I learn his name soon, I don't think his actual name is Caveman.
The announcer comes out with a microphone in hand. I hold on to Diana's hand.“I can announce the person to be sacrificed is…Diana May.”
I look at Diana, and my heart drops. No. Absolutely fucking not. My only friend here.
“Di, please no. Please don't go.” My eyes tear up.
“Remember what I said, girl. Time is precious; you have all the time in the world, but it's how you use that time wisely. Get out of this place, live my little soul.” Diana kisses my forehead.
She walks to the stage. I feel Riley watching me.
I cannot show weakness in front of her in case this is a game.
Diana bows to the Lost Soul God; she thanks him for the life he's given her.
She sits in the chair on the stage. I shake my head. I can't fucking watch this. My heart breaks for her.
She lifts a finger and asks for a microphone. The announcer lets her say her final words.
“Surviving is the hardest battle everyone goes through, even if it's the smallest thing to the things we cannot control. We do not let it break us; we keep going. Life throws us curve balls, but we keep fucking catching them until the end.” Diana passes the microphone back to the announcer.
The executioner walks onto the stage, and everyone does a prayer.
Then ends with:
“We bow, we serve, we die to the Lost Soul God”.
The executioner uses the dagger to slice Diana's neck, and blood pours down her body. The executioner holds Diana's hair as he beheads her. Blood squirting like a baby fountain, until the body falls limp on the floor.
Tears stream down my face, and I wipe them away as soon as they fall. I shake my head. This is wrong. Without a thought, the executioner throws her head and body into the fire, people cheer in song and dance of a woman that sacrificed her own life.
The announcer comes back after the removal of the body.
“Before we celebrate a new life, the God has selected a wife that will produce him an heir and will take on royal duties around the camp.”
Oh, brilliant, okay. I think sarcastically to myself.
“Corvina Whitmore, may you come to the stage.” The announcer cheerfully says.
I look at Riley, she's just as shocked and burning with rage, but I walk to the stage, slowly, I walk as if I have every pair of eyes on me. My chest pains with anxiety and panic. What the fuck is happening?
I sit on the throne next to the God, and a handmade flower crown is rested on top of my blonde hair. I take a breath.
“Welcome, my wife, I cannot wait to breed you, my love.” In an instant, I nod. “I would rather fuck my cunt with a pinecone before you touch me, my husband.” I fake smile at him, but I look for Riley; I only want her.
She's gone. I cannot find her in the crowd.
For the first time, I was falling for someone that wasn't Pierce.
She is a beautiful monster. I wanted to be the victim she craved.
I was her calm before the storm. Now she's seeking the tornado that took her calm, she's going to fuck up every person that took me from her.
I felt that connection when she kissed me.
I yearn for more. Take me back to that moment she held me, because that feeling at the graveyard is never going to exist with her father taking me away.
Riley, save me. Be the reason for my survival. Don't let me go.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME, I AM NOT MARRYING THAT BASTARD!” I scream out, but I am in a cold basement in chains, my eyes burn from crying, my body hurts from the nob goblin guards kicking the shit out of me.
I feel the bruises forming on my body, I ache, and I need to get the fuck out of here.
I should have been the one to take Diana's place.
I lift myself up so I can get some sleep before the next set of abuse that is awaiting me. I sigh to myself. I am not giving up. I need to plan an attack. I have never hit or killed anyone unless it's on a game, so I guess this is getting checked off the bucket list.
I feel myself drifting to sleep, darkness swallowing me up. As I close my eyes, I hear shouting. An argument, but there is a voice I recognise which snaps me out of my sleepy gaze.
Riley? My Riley!
“RIILEY!” I shout, moving the heavy chains to make loads of noise. “HELP ME!”
Within moments, she unlocks the door and runs down the dark stairs, worried and panicked. She kneels on the floor, her warm hands on my face as she checks me over and finds all the marks and cuts on me. She doesn't say anything, just shakes her head in disgust, and then she kisses my forehead.
“Who did this to you, Overdose? Who hurt you?” Her eyes darken with rage and tears, “I am going to find the men who hurt you, I will burn this fucking cult to the ground and keep going until I find out who did this.” She moves my blonde hair so she can read my face.
“Y-your father's bodyguards did this, they continuously hit me until your father said it was enough, as he wants me to look somewhat attractive for when he starts breeding me after the wedding.” My voice was shaken, broken, but she needed to know. “I'm sorry, Riley, I’m so sorry.”
Moments of silence pass.
“When's the wedding?” Riley asks.
“Tomorrow,” I look up at her.
Riley kisses me softly, passionately, not roughly. Like it was the final kiss, I moan into her mouth. I taste her strawberry lip balm. I'm hungry for her; I don't want this moment to end.
Her hand wraps around my neck. She's not hurting me; she's in control of me. I'm her drug; she's addicted. I'm slowly submitting to her. She's my ecstasy that I need to heal. We are broken souls that need to heal.
Two addicts, one addiction, and one cure.
I move the chain so I can use my thumb to rub over her nipple. She groans with approval. I lift her top, and her nipples are pierced. Oh my fuck.
“Ever been with a girl with pierced nipples, baby? Come taste me, please”. Riley doesn't seem to be one to beg, but I obey.
Licking over her pink, plumped nipple, Riley plays with my hair as I suck on her nipple.
Riley uses her other hand to go into my leggings and feel my dampened underwear from my arousal.
I keep playing with her nipple with my tongue, moaning and grinding my pussy on her hand, until her hand moves my underwear to the side and her two fingers play with my clit.
“That's it, good fucking girl. Relax for me. We are going to get you out of here, even if I have to kill my own father so I can have you, Corvina.” Her breathy moans make my body melt on her lap. Even more so, the thought of her killing her dad so she can be with me.
“Riiiley, I need you”. My body needed to fuck her. I never had this feeling being with men, but with Riley, I wanted her to be mine as much as she wanted me to be hers. “Let me ride your sweet pussy, I beg”.
She lifts me up and helps me take off my leggings and underwear as she takes off hers. She helps me on top of her with the chains. Instantly, my clit feels the electricity from her body and the piercing on her clit, I rock my hips into her.
My chains brush against her nipples as our bodies move in sync, it's so fucking captivating.
“Look at the girl that's never played with pussy before, but I can hear yours purring for more, keep going, Overdose. Show me that you are mine.” Riley slaps my ass cheek. I gasp, but I want more.
I use the chain from my wrist and lift Riley's head so I can wrap my chain around her neck and lay her head back down. Tightening the chain around her neck.
“Fuck Riley, how does it feel knowing I can kill you at any moment?”
I smile, but she looks at me, “Like the best fucking orgasm”. Riley thrusts harder into me, and I become undone in front of her.
Pulling the chain more, she gasps for air, but she wants more, one final thrust. My orgasm almost makes me black out, and I collapse on top of her. The chain loosens around Riley's neck, and she kisses my temple and cuddles me as I cry into her shoulder.
“I'm not going anywhere, Corvina Whitmore, you are fucking mine.”
And then everything goes black.