Page 46 of Absentia Mori

I keep my eyes trained on Mordecai as I bite down hard on the stick. My breath quickens as I feel the first prick of the needle.

“Thatta girl,” Raithe murmurs in my ear.

I suck in a deep breath as Fabien pierces through my nipple. A hot sting shoots through the sensitive flesh, and I try to wiggle away from him on instinct. Fuck, it burns. Fuck. I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks as Raithe tightens his grip on my shoulders, pressing me deep into the mud.

Mordecai thrusts again, and my body is torn between exquisite pleasure and excruciating pain. I flinch as Fabien pushes the silver hoop through the new hole in my nipple. It’s as cold as the biting wind, confusing my senses amidst the burning that spreads through my breast.

I don’t want to scream or whimper, so I bite down harder on the wooden stick, desperate not to fall apart in front of these monsters. I can’t show them any more weakness than I already have.

Thrust.

His cock chases my release, pushing the pain aside, and I’m melting, drowning in the dark hole of his essence.

I moan as the burning subsides and the spasms in my core increase. My pussy trembles around his veiny shaft, clenching around it like a lifeline.

Fabien leans over me as he preps my other nipple by licking it like he did the first one. “You don’t need the makeup or the fancy clothes, Lib… Only the scars we give you.”

I choke back a sob as I think back to all the times I spent trying to look perfect for those who couldn’t care less. All the parties and galas and family events where I was forgotten and brushed aside as soon as I made my entrance. I almost crack the stick with my teeth as my fury grows. The rage that’s festered for so long from the need to be seen for who I am.

This is who I really fucking am.

Broken, scarred, raw, and feral. A wild fucking flower that’s growing in the filthy mud. Surrounded by the only ones who can set me free. Even if that freedom is just an illusion that they’ve created. Even if it binds me to them.

Raithe takes the needle and forceps from Fabien. “Let me do this one. I want to feel her nipple swell between my fingers.” He runs the length of his tongue up my breast before circling thetip around my swollen bud. “Fuck, look how hard and red you already are.”

Mordecai thrusts again, harder this time, hitting my G-spot, and I almost fall apart. I’m crumbling slowly, piece by piece, unraveling before them like an offering from the ravens. I cry out as my orgasm climbs, tingles shooting up my legs and through every inch of my folds.

We glare at each other, defiant until the very end. “How does it feel to be our whore?”

I growl through the stick, wanting to rear up and bite him to death. Wishing my wrists weren’t still bound so I could scratch and claw at his chest. To show him how fucking feral I am. He has no idea what he’s just unleashed. Everything I’ve bottled inside for so long is spilling out like a tidal wave.

Raithe drives the needle through my other nipple, harder than Fabien did, just as Mordecai thrusts again. My entire body clenches, my muscles seizing in a sea of agony and ecstasy. A feral scream dislodges from my throat as my orgasm grips me.

I cum hard on Mordecai’s cock as wave after wave of spasms explodes from my clit and spreads all the way down to my tender pussy lips and back inside, reaching that sensitive spot deep within me. It feels like a bomb going off. A sweet and delicious bomb that I don’t want to take shelter from.

Their violence is my drug, my twisted obsession, the only thing that can curb my hunger. I ride his cock, rocking my hips as hard as my restraints will allow me to move.

Mordecai sucks in a deep breath right before he pulses and bursts inside me. His thick cum fills me up, burning and soothing my swollen flesh. He moans as he unleashes every drop.

Fabien and Raithe each take one of my nipples into their mouths, sucking them hard. Fabien twirls his tongue through my new ring that pierces it. I moan louder and bite down hard.The stick snaps in my mouth. Raithe growls and wraps his hand around my throat as the four of us rock together. As I give in to every vile impulse.

I whimper when Mordecai pulls out and stands over me, his cock still dripping with our juices. His gaze hardens over their marks on my thighs—the etching of their names that they branded me with.

He runs his thumb across each one. “For as long as you breathe, the air in your lungs belongs to us. We will allow you to live until we don’t. Remember that, little freak.”

I shiver as the wind picks up again, and I’m reminded that I’m still naked and wet and sinking into the cold mud. “You’re a liar,” I rasp. I remember everything they’ve said. All the cryptic comments about my past. About Nocturnus. There’s more to this. Their hate is buried deep, but below it is an obsession that has been festering for much longer.

Fabien hisses in my ear. “You lose. We win.”

“And this is only the start of your punishment,” Raithe adds.

Mordecai glares down at me. “Untie one wrist and one ankle. If she can free herself, then she won’t die of hypothermia out here.”

They both snicker at his command and do as he says, amused and excited with yet another game.

Meanwhile, my rage is burning in my chest. “Don’t be an asshole. I don’t have my strength.”

Mordecai kneels over me, pressing his knee against my chest. “That’s because we took it. Just like we’ll take everything from you. But I have no doubt you’ll manage. You’re too full of yourself not to.”

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