Chapter 7 Azrael #3
As for students? Well, Red claimed that father had already sent a pile of applicants to Jacky boy and his princess to go over, which was fine by me.
Not only would it keep them distracted from trying to find her parents again, but it would also give them something to strive for.
Father had already blamed us once for allowing in shitty recruits, so I’m sure they were going through the names with a fine-tooth comb.
Father knew about the school’s plans, but as far as anything else?
I wasn’t sure. He was spending so much time away from Seattle these days, that it was hard to decipher exactly how much he knew about the project.
I knew he didn’t know that I had recruited his dear selected families, and I knew he didn’t know that we were planning on opening it in the Fall, other than that?
How would he react if he found out that his perfect little sons were reprogramming his entire empire before he handed the reins over to the dear, precious little heir?
The door opened, pulling my eyes up to find Havoc walking in.
He glanced behind me. “Are you punishing her?” he asked on his way to his desk.
I turned back to my screen. “Yes.”
“What’s with the blanket?”
“I don’t care if you watch us while we fuck, but staring at her otherwise?
” I couldn’t have that. She had spent enough time on display to last a thousand lifetimes, but I also knew that part of her liked being watched while I took everything from her.
At least, she liked being watched by them. Anyone else? No, not my doll.
He sat down, taking her in again. “How many times have you fucked her?”
Finger, vibrator, cock, and otherwise? “Every 15 minutes for the last five hours,” I answered after glancing at my watch. It was getting late, the sun long since set. She had missed dinner, and was probably hungry, but I had my doubts she would stay awake long enough to eat anything.
“Did you get what you wanted bringing her to Marla?”
I leaned back. “Marla tried to warn her, but she proved that she was already one of us,” I replied, turning towards Scarlett.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing soft and shallow. If she could speak, I was sure she wouldn’t be able to tomorrow with how long that chain had been digging into her throat.
The blanket was draped around her from neck to just past her ass, covering every inch of her except her arms and head.
Cum dripped from her pussy, wetting the floor underneath, and if I lifted the blanket, Havoc would see that almost every inch of her was bright red from the punishments I had given her.
“Now that you’ve introduced them, are you going to push her harder?”
We had all been going easy on Marla, trying to pry the truth from her by extending out her torture, her stay, but it was getting tiresome.
I needed confirmation on that secret, and with the state of the church, I was running out of time.
“Yes,” I answered. Perhaps I’ll take a page out of the Delepski’s book.
Killing someone and bringing them back to life was enough to crack even the strongest minds.
I was sure it would only take dying once for her to confess her sins to me.
Havoc checked the time himself. “The auction should be over about now. More kids gone.”
I stared at Scarlett unblinkingly, remembering how that auction had looked the first night I had attended.
It was the first time I had seen her. A young girl, hardly 15, standing beside the son of a pastor.
I only knew a fraction of what was happening at that point, but experience tells me this; she was lashed that night for looking at those children.
Risking severe punishment just to see their faces.
The 17-year-old from that night now lived at The Dormouse.
He was 23 now, his parents had died when he was 16, he had been living on the streets when he had been picked up.
They turned him into a drug addict and put him on the stage to be sold.
He was the only one in the van I had tracked that night.
All the other children had gone to other homes, other churches, and I had made the mistake of missing the loading of them.
I thought they had all been in the same van, but it had just been him.
He went by Paul now. He was clean and he spent his days taking care of the kids in that house, helping them reintegrate into the world, helping them find their way before returning who we could to their parents.
Those we couldn’t return, whether they were too far gone or too ashamed to face their loved ones, he cared for, strengthened, fed. He was the oldest one in that house.
I think that perhaps, it might do Scarlett some good to see him.
Just not tonight.
I stood and started for her. “Not forever,” I answered. I took the blanket off and released her completely from the chains and shackles. “I’m taking her to bed.”
“When does the last part of her training start?”
She fell heavily into my chest, her eyes not even fluttering. “Tomorrow.”