Page 234 of Psycho Devils: Aran's Story 2

I stretched my legs as far as they could go without pulling open my stitches.

Good news was that the dozens of cuts covering my body were now healing over. Bad news was that I was now covered in inflamed, crusty scabs.

Physically, I was hideous.

Mentally, I was worse.

Spiritually, I was a slut.

So basically everything evened itself out and I was thriving.

I made a point not to look across the field at the spectators because sun god forbid I make eye contact with one of the kings. Every time I saw them, images of soapy skin, naked muscles, and gore flashed through my mind.

My memories from the party before the shower were like a twisted nightmare.

Bodies jumped in a big crush to the rhythm of the pounding music, and three devil kings stood still in the middle of it all.

They were covered in blood.

Tendrils of smoke rose off Malum.

Violence incarnate.

A broken man moaned pitifully on the ground.

Scorpius smiled, and his white teeth glowed in the darkness.

He lifted his powerful thigh and stomped on the carcass at his feet. Bones snapped. Corvus and Orion joined him.

And then I’d let them condition my hair and crawled into bed with them like it was fine?

Who did that?

As I thought about it, bile filled my throat.

They were soulless monsters that lacked empathy. I knew this. But every time they proved it, something inside me died a little more.

At the party, I’d watched in horror as my drunk mind could not comprehend the level of depravity that was unfolding before me. Luka had pulled me away until the devils were lost in the crowd.

Malum had acted like he didn’t want me to see what was happening, like he cared. But then he’d gone back to join his mates torturing a person.

I wasn’t a good person.

But there were lines that had to be drawn.

Things that shouldn’t be done.

The devils crossed all of them.

Right?

A part of me was sick to my stomach because I wasn’t sick to my stomach over what they’d done.

That was what was really making me feel nauseous.

It was a horrible cycle.

I needed to be terrified of them. Yet I cuddled them like they were warm little teddy bears?

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