Page 95 of The Secrets of a Sin

“Good. I really hope I fucking did, bitch.”

Priscilla growls, but Sister Mary lifts her palm to calm her. “But as far as I know, both Annalise and Priscilla took care of the problem.”

Both their eyes sift to me with a knowing desire, and I squirm. Priscilla licks at her lips, and I feel vomit surge through my pipe.

“It took a while to convince her, but I think we persuaded her.” Annalise grins widely, and I force my eyes on Arsen, who looks ready to attack.

“What did you do to her?” He shouts through his heart as his pained words sear me.

“Don’t worry, Arsen.” She pacifies. “It wasn’t anything she didn’t like.”

He turns rabid. Crazed and animalistic, he rips off a bind from his legs, and they all turn frantic.

“Tie his leg!” Annalise shouts, and Priscilla quickly rushes over to a flailing and kicking Arsen. She grabs the same rope and tries to steady his leg, but he keeps kicking her away.

“Give her your leg, Arsen, or I hurt the girl.” Sister Mary announces, and he instantly freezes. With a sigh, Priscilla ties his leg back and walks back over to the rest of the girls.

“Now, before we get into the more interesting part of the night, I have something I would like to do.” Annalise announces, and Sister Mary nods if telling her it’s okay. “You see, the other night, I saw something quite sinful I can’t get out of my head.” She stalks over to where I stand, and my body freezes. Her eyes methodically dance over my tied-up form before coming to a stop in front of me. “I wouldn't call what I did spying, more like coming across something that sparked an interest inside me to the point I couldn’t look away.” She grins. “Sound familiar?” She lifts her eyebrow, then peers over her shoulder at Arsen, who’s observing our interaction closely, with fury in his scowl. “At first, I thought it was just loud arguing, but as I got closer, I realized it was my little mouse getting fucked in the school’s church.”

I gasp.

Someone was watching us that night.

I knew it.

“I was curious to see just how untamed you were, so I stayed. I hid in the shadows, watching and learning about the both of you.” She approaches closer and drops down onto her knees in front of me. My whole body blazes in unwanted attention as her gaze lingers on my exposed thighs. “It was pretty mild at first. Boring, if I do say so myself. I almost left until something interesting happened.” Her palms slap onto my knees, and she pries my legs apart, causing me to yelp in pain.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off her now!” Arsen screams as Annalise skims her hand further up my thigh. Her smile deepens as his shouting becomes more erratic and desperate.

Was she going to assault me again, but this time with Arsen watching?

I couldn’t go through that again. I’d rather die than have her strip away the tiny amount of dignity I had left.

“Ah, here it is.” She announces cheerfully as the pad of her finger gently brushes over the spot where Arsen cut me. The wound is still tender, so I jerk back from the brief contact. “Having your body wasn’t enough for him, so he had to consume what's most vital to you.”

“Get off of me.” I grunt while trying to close my legs, but in one swift movement, she removes a knife from underneath her dress and drags the handle up my leg. Every muscle in me freezes as the cool blade drags against my skin. I completely zone out, letting Arsen’s hopeless cries fade and the nervous tremble of my heart vanish into nothing. All I could focus on was the sharp blade Annalise held. I couldn’t help but think that it may have been the same knife that ended Phoebe’s life, and now she was going to use it on me.

“Relax, little mouse. I don’t plan on killing you.” She chuckles as she rests her cheek on my inner thigh while continuously trailing the knife up to my opposite leg. “I’m only curious.”

“Don’t.” I beg on a whimper, but she dismisses my pleading.

“He thinks he will be the only one to ever own a part of you. That your sacred blood will only ever coat his tongue and course through his body.” She flips the knife around until the tip is now directly over the flesh on my thigh. “But that will never be the case, not now that you belong to us, little mouse.”

Arsen’s screams deepen to a murderous pitch that even I feel its effects pierce me. The raw agony and fear he expresses for me only heightens my devotions towards him. It’s painful to hear and watch because, just like Phoebe, our time could be cut short too. And if it did, I would die loving him.

“Quit being a selfish prick.” She growls in Arsen’s direction before softly pressing the sharp tip of the blade into my skin next to my already sore wound. “It’s my turn to have a taste. Or another, I should say.” She grins and lifts her eyes to mine as the edge of the knife slices me until I cry out in discomfort.

“Fuck you.” I manage to seethe through gritted teeth as I feel fresh blood on my inner thigh. Keeping my hazy eyes trained up and away from Annalise, I force my stare on Arsen. The only comforting thing I have right now. With his cheek resting on the ground and his eyes brimming with concern, I tell him everything I want him to know with just a single glance.

If this was our last time together, I wanted him to know that this wasn’t the end. Even in death, we’d find a way to conquer heaven and hell and be together.

“We intend to.” Annalise takes the pad of her finger and swirls around in the stream of blood as if she’s writing something. Reluctantly, I leer down at the single word etched on my skin.

Ours.

Then, dropping her head down between the crux of my thighs, I feel her tongue glide up my skin and over the cut until her mouth is coated in crimson. Her eyes flutter closed as she absorbs me, taking it all in as if she’s trying to grasp who I am from just the taste of my fluid.

“Fucking stop!” Arsen cries out in torture, watching as my body is violated once again. He observes as I sit there helpless and unmoving while letting her continue to taste me. The fight in me no longer existed as I knew I was already doomed.

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