Page 15 of Shadow's Sinner

His lips pull up in a smirk, nodding his head.

“You got me there,” he says. His hand drops from my face. A small piece of me misses his touch already.

“Atticus.” His hushed words barely reach my ears. It takes me a second to realize what he’s said, but when I do, I can’t help but smile.

“I like it.”

“You’d be the first.”

I open my mouth to say something when I hear a low humming behind me. Just as I turn my head, Atticus grabs a hold of my wrist.

“Whoa–what?” I jump backwards. My eyes snap down, confused about what he’s doing. It’s then I see thick rope wrapping around my wrist. I attempt to jerk my hands back, but his firm grip stops me. My brain doesn't work fast enough before he’s tying a knot, my wrists bound and held together.

The humming grows louder, fear seeping into my veins.

“Atticus?” I mumble.

“I told you it was time,” is the only thing he says just as multiple fires ignite behind us. My head snaps around. Six small fires stand in a circle while a large wooden cross sits in the middle. My eyes widen as it suddenly dawns on me that something is seriously wrong.

“Please, please don’t,” I find myself saying.

Atticus doesn’t say anything, not that I expected him to. I don’t get a chance to move before his arm wraps around my middle, lifting me off the ground. A scream escapes from my lips, my throat burning from the force I put behind it.

He walks me towards the cross, my legs kicking out, fighting against his hold. I might not stand a chance, but I have to at least try. Or that’s what I tell myself. I can’t just not do anything. But it’s all useless. He’s stronger than me, much stronger.

The humming wraps around us. I try to look about to see who's there, but I’m too focused on the cross Atticus stops in front of. Setting me down, he twists me, so I’m turned, hooking my arms above my head.

“Stop!” I scream, imploring. Kicking my feet out, I attempt to hit him, but I’m stopped. Someone, or two someones, grab my ankles pulling my legs back together. I glance down, frozen in fear as one holds my legs against the wood and the other ties them together.

“Stop! Please stop,” I desperately cry out as I fight against their hold, my terrified heart nearly ripping free from my chest, tears falling down my cheeks.

Atticus stands, slowly backing away. I can’t fathom him leaving, even if he was the one to put me here. I feel like I can’t catch my breath.

He turns around, facing the dark shadows that stand in a semicircle watching him.

“Welcome, my disciples, it’s a joyful time to see you all again.”

They all mumble their responses. I can’t hear what they say between the pressure building in my head. My teeth hurt from how hard I clench my jaw. Why had I trusted him? I should have put up a bigger fight. There are a million things I should have done. Why did I think Dad meant well when sending me on this trip? I’m so stupid.

“Tonight we were brought a special gift,” Atticus' voice echoes around the wooded area.

Fresh tears form in my eyes, and my vision blurs, making the dark figures mix together as they hoot and holler excitedly.

“The innocent brought to us must be checked for purity for our king,” he announces. The crowd quietens, and an eerie feeling sinks deep into my bones. Atticus turns around, facing me. I swallow the lump in my throat, feeling my airways closing. Unable to look away as Atticus steps forward and positions himself in front of me, he reaches down to the bottom of my dress. I hold my breath as he pulls it up, my knees becoming exposed first and then my thighs. I shake my head, pleading with him not to do this. He stops just before my sex, pushing mypanties to the side, baring me for everyone to see. His fingers brush over my lips causing my breath to hitch. My eyes lock onto his as he pries my folds open, one of his thick fingers sinking into me. I can’t breathe, confused why my body is reacting to him in ways it’s never done before. Instead of fear, I’m excited.Somethings wrong with me.

I hold my breath as he prods around, his thick finger making me feel full in a way I’ve never felt before. Our eyes lock together, his jaw ticking as he blinks slowly. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but in a blink of an eye his finger stops moving as if he found what he was looking for.

“Mine.”

Chapter Thirteen

The moment my finger brushes up against her thin barrier, it’s game over for me. Every doubt I have in my mind vanishes in a millisecond. My eyes collide with hers as I whisper, “Mine,”making a shiver run through her body. Her pussy clenches around my finger that's still inside of her. Wetness starts to pool around it, dripping down her legs. Lakelyn’s face is a mix of pleasure, confusion, and fear as she stares up at me. The flames from the fire reflect in her eyes, the breeze rustles her hair around her face softly with the scent of apples, and the earthy smell of creek water wafts through my nostrils.

Gently withdrawing my finger from her slick pussy, I reach up and pop my finger in my mouth. The musky taste of her explodes on my taste buds, making me groan with pleasure. She tremblesagainst the cross as she watches me suck her essence off my finger. I lean down to her ear so that only she can hear me as I whisper, “Do you remember when I asked you to trust me, Little Shadow?” She nods her head against my cheek, her soft hair tickling my nose. “I need you to be such a good girl for me, and I promise to take care of you. Nod if you understand.” Lakelyn is still for a moment. I fear that she might have passed out, but then she nods her head slowly while letting out a deep breath.

Taking a step back from Lakelyn, I turn towards my disciples and throw my hands up in the air ready to put on the best show of my life. “Disciples! Another pure soul has been sent to us to gift to our king! Oh how happy he will be to receive this blessing from his obedient children!” Brandishing the dagger I hold it up in front of me, the light of the fire glinting off of it sinisterly. The humming in the circle increases in volume as I glide over to stand in front of Lakelyn’s terrified body. Tears glisten in her eyes, making my cock hard at the most inconvenient time. “Before we give the innocent to our king, we must absolve them of the ability to speak our secrets in the afterlife!”

As the humming reaches its peak, I strike out quickly, parting Lakleyn’s lips with my fingers and grabbing her tongue roughly. Her panicked mumbles reach my ears as drool slides down her chin. Bringing the dagger to her withering muscle, I make a small slice in it, watching the blood flow down my fingers as her scream pierces the forest. Before her scream ends I’ve taken the dagger and cut her free from her bindings swiftly. Snagging her around the waist, holding her close to my body, I chuck the dagger at the closest disciple’s head. It lodges into their eye socket, the blood spraying like a geyser from their black hood. Their pained screams are enough of a distraction for me to kick over the wooden cross, flinging flaming sticks and ashes all over, effectively cutting off any access for them to get to us. I grab my sobbing little shadow around the waist, hoisting her overmy shoulder, and run for the hills. Jumping over logs, getting snagged by brambles cutting me through my robe.

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