Chapter 3 Azrael
Azrael
I leaned back in my chair, watching the cameras as Scarlett ran the halls.
She was a natural.
Everything I taught her; it took her no time at all to adapt and perfect. Every waking moment she spent training or studying, and every sleeping moment, I fucked her until I was too tired to keep going, using her like the insatiable little whore she was.
She woke up the next morning, filled with cum and determined to do better than she had the day before.
The bruises on her were no longer just from abusing her in every way she craved, but from training too.
Every time she was knocked down, she jumped back up and tried over and over again until she got it right.
She had her own mission in that head of hers and I would do everything I could to help it flourish.
Her burns were healing nicely despite what she was putting herself through. She was careful of them, of how she moved, and I could see how antsy she was getting waiting for them to heal fully so she could push herself more.
The ones on her hands were still about a week to two from healing completely while the one on her back would take another three weeks, but with her nutrition plan and how healthy she was, along with the careful eye of Doctor Manson, she was doing far better than most.
She excelled even in healing.
“Will you ever visit our prisoner?” Havoc asked as Scarlett turned yet another corner.
She had run three miles so far without stopping.
The first day she had run, she had only gone a mile before she collapsed, her body not used to the training, the running, any of it.
This was just a testament to how far she had come.
“After her training is finished. She’s strong, she’ll last that long.” I looked over. “Do you live here now?” They had places everywhere, but it seemed they were spending more and more time here. In fact, I don’t think all three of them had been gone at the same time since we moved in.
Havoc shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “It’s a nice place, and we’ve seen Everett’s progress on his build. Bishop, in fact, is over there giving him pointers.”
Oh? I wondered how the rose was dealing with his presence. I hadn’t spoken to her or her Claim since Scarlett’s training had started, so hearing any tidbit of progress they were making was nice, especially since I did give them a deadline.
“Has this turned into a commune then?” I asked, turning back to the screen. “Will you all be bringing your conquests here?”
He chuckled. “Perhaps the ones we wish to brand.”
I worked my jaw. I was forced into that brand, but I didn’t regret it. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t share. Scarlett was mine until her inevitable end, but that didn’t mean the Claim I had made on her was anything other than convenience. “Is your business thriving?”
“Expecting us to pay rent?”
“It is my house.”
Scarlett was slowing her pace, her loose hair sticking to her skin.
She had grown some lean muscles over these three weeks.
Her body becoming more shapely, her ass a little more defined.
My cock throbbed just thinking about fucking her tonight.
She preferred when I chained her up and forced her to cum.
She thrived off the control I had over her, and I thrived off of the submission she gave to me.
A perfect little psychopath wrapped up in a shell that was cracking with each passing day.
The SSRI’s had truly dulled her personality, so with those out of her system and the confidence I was injecting into her soul, she would soon become something that couldn’t be stopped.
I didn’t need rent from them. I didn’t even care if they moved their fuck toys in, so long as it didn’t interfere with my work. Or with hers. “Just don’t bring your bike shop home with you.”
“Just our life’s work,” he agreed. “Alaric likes the chambers. I have my eyes set on that nifty little cross you had us hang.”
They had brought a few people by to deal with some underlying issues within their world, but the only prisoner that has remained alive was the one I had them bring in weeks ago. “Are you going to put an addition in for the three of you?”
“We’ve talked about it,” he answered. “There’s a door on the first floor we can extend from; Alaric is drawing up the plans now for our wing of the house. We’ll probably get started in a month or two, have it done before Fall unless something comes up.”
I had yet to tell the mountain boy that I wouldn’t be moving into their wing of the school with them but remaining here. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing Scarlett and thinking they could get away with something, we would lose Initiates faster than we could find them if that happened.
Although their wing of the school wasn’t going to be connected to the school by anything more than a hidden tunnel beneath the university.
The Initiates wouldn’t know how to access it.
They would live in separate buildings. Women in one, men in the other.
Sex was inevitable, but that didn’t mean we had to make it easy.
The university would be its own separate thing.
All in all, the whole area would be about 100 acres.
“I’m scheduled for a transport in eight days,” I told Havoc.
“I need someone to work with her.” The transport was for a handful of kids I was to pick up from a nanny’s house and take to the church here in Seattle for them to be divided up among the branches here.
That only meant that I couldn’t protect even one of them.
Garrett knew how many children were supposed to be there, but he didn’t have to know what I said to them.
Havoc looked at my monitor, watching what he could of her running.
All three of them were very aware of her preferred outfit choice, and they respected it.
Just the dress and, more recently, a strapless bra that kept her tits in place, but nothing else.
No shoes, no underwear. They were hungry, but if they were hungry for her, they were respectful enough not to show it.
I held no worry of what they would do to her while I was gone. Whatever it was, it’d be good for her.
“Alaric will be around. Bishop will be helping your brother, and I have a pick-up.”
I nodded, turning back to the screen. She and Alaric seemed to have a quiet understanding. It was good. Good for her, good for him. She needed people, so I would give her people. “Tell Alaric he has a duty for that day.”
“You have a visitor.”
I looked up from my computer to see the doctor standing just inside the doorway.
“I was on my way out, I thought I would let you know. She’s waiting in the foyer.”
I immediately pulled up the camera, finding Red standing in the foyer, her arms folded across her chest. I suppose I had been expecting this.
I stood, straightened my vest, grabbed my cane, and headed for the door.
I didn’t see Scarlett on my way to the elevator, but I didn’t expect too.
Her laps weren’t just up and down the regular halls; she ran up and down the endless ones too.
The ones without working doors, the ones that ended abruptly.
She had memorized the entire layout of this house, and she loved running unpredictably.
Something you couldn’t train into a person.
Not well, anyway. People, as a species, were always predictable.
Even if they were trained not to be, there was still predictability in pieces of their lives, in the way they spoke.
Scarlett, whether by necessity or genes, knew how to be unpredictable in every single way save for one; her need to please me.
Her lust for me was deep and unending, and I had yet to find a limit for mine either, which was problematic in the sense that fucking her was consuming my every waking and sleeping thought, but there were too many gears ticking for me to allow myself to drown in her cunt just yet.
When the elevator doors opened, Red was standing yards away, her icy eyes trained on me.
She was brave standing like that in front of this elevator. Any one of the brothers might have done something about her attitude had it been them coming down here. As it was, I didn’t want to deal with it either.
“You haven’t been at church,” she stated coldly. “Your phone is off, not even Olivia has heard from you.”
I got rid of every single phone I owned—except for my personal one—and in the process, acquired new ones for me and a few for Scarlett, when the time was right.
I knew she was excited to meet her new friends.
She played their voices often. Funny enough, the rose’s voice was the one I heard the most, I think it helped her think when she was studying something she didn’t quite understand.
I couldn’t deny the sinner a way to contact them once training was over.
Besides, I couldn’t think of a better friend for her to obsess over than the dear wild rose.
“I’ve been busy,” I told her, heading for the front doors.
“You got your pussy so now your years long mission is complete? We’ve been patient, Azrael. You gave us those kids and nothing else. Everyone is wondering what’s going on.”
“And I applaud your restraint in giving them my address,” I hummed, “but they’re going to have to continue to be patient.”
“Rae—”