Page 7 of Beatitude

“Sorry?” he snaps loudly, as if the word slapped him in the face. “Sorry? Sorry?” he grits out while shaking his head. He lets out a dry laugh. “She’s sorry,” He mutters under his breath. “Sheis sorry. This perfect creature is sorry, tome.”

“Belial? I-I don’t know what’s happening,”

“Sweet Angel, there is no God, and you aren’t part of the plan.” he states darkly while dropping his cigarette and stepping on it. “You and I were never meant to cross paths, then again…maybe we were.” His dark silhouette cocks his head to one side, “Maybe I was supposed to find you, to help you. You’re alone, homeless, penniless. Maybe your soul was calling to mine, begging me to help you. Almost as if you need me. Like I need to save you.” His fingers play with my hair absently as he talks. “And I can vow to you right now, baby, I may be your damnation, but I too will be your salvation if you allow it.”

“You don’t know me,” I grind out, my body trembling in… fear? Rage? Excitement? What is this I’m feeling? “You know nothing about me. You have no reason to keep me.”

“I know everything I need to know about you.” He chuckles, pinning me against the tree. “Like for instance.” He inhales deeply. “That little cunt of yours is clenched so tight I couldn’t get a finger in if I tried—all because you’re trying to keep those sweet juices in.” I shudder, shame and embarrassment flooding me at his dark whisper. His laugh is low and knowing as his hand grips my jaw and he runs his nose over my throat, inhaling me before releasing a shaky exhale. “I told you; I can smell you,” He sings against my flushed skin. “You think I didn’t see the excitement in your eyes when you were tied up before? I know you weren’t lying when I asked you if watching me turned you on. But it’s more, isn’t it? Does my little angel enjoy the thought of a killer getting her off?”

“No,” I spit in his face. He rears back while chuckling before grabbing my jaw roughly, his grip bruising. Forcing my mouth open, he spits into my mouth before covering it with his palm.

“Swallow,” he rasps, his other hand on my throat to feel me. I swallow and he releases me roughly. “If you need to piss, I suggest you do so because this little stunt has added some serious drive time to our travel.”

“How am I supposed to pee? I can’t pull my pants dow—Stop!” I scream as I feel his hand on my hip.

“I’m trying to help you out, calm down.”

“Help me by letting me go!” There is a long, annoyed sigh before a flashlight shines in my face.This asshole hada flashlight and has been keeping me in the literal dark this whole time?

“I’m attempting to be nice here. But you know what, fine. You want to go, go. Here.” He grips my bound wrists and I whimper as he pulls a knife from his pocket. He flips open the blade, cutting me free. I gasp at the relief I feel upon the release. “Go on, run away. Mind you, you have no phone, no money, no car, but I’m a gentleman—here.” He flips the small flashlight around and hands it to me. I’m hesitant as I snatch the flashlight from his grip and back away.

“How do I know you won’t find me?” I breathe out as he grabs his lighter and steps toward me.

“Oh, make no mistake, I will,” he chuckles as he slides his lighter into the front of my shirt between my cleavage. He allows the backs of his fingers to trail over me for just a second. “So soft,” he marvels before pulling his hand back. “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll give you until sunrise to get away. If I haven’t found you by tomorrow night, you can rest assured you won’t see me again.”

“And what if you do find me?” His smirk widens, showing off his white canines.

“WhenI find you, you will belong to me. And I will solidify this by fucking you into submission if need be.” I exhale shakly as I stagger back.

“I would say no,” I whisper, fear and excitement battling for control inside me. “You would be taking it without my consent.”

“Would I? Because you’re the one initiating the game, Angel. You don’t want to play? Stop now and drop to your knees, otherwise, I’ll see you tomorrow.” His eyes glow in the flashlight as I look to the ground before him. He’s going to findme, I know he will, and if he doesn’t find me tomorrow, that doesn’t mean he’ll stop looking, he only said thatIwouldn’t see him again. I feel the metal of the lighter between my breasts, his silent promise that he’ll be retrieving it soon. I back away, one step and then another. He slips his hands in his pockets while watching me.

“I’ll see you soon, beautiful.” He promises as I turn and take off as fast as I can even though I know in my gut, he’s three steps ahead and already knows where to find me.

I lookaround the misty woods as the sun begins to rise. I’m so fucking cold, I can’t stop shaking. I’m starving and I’m itchy—so fucking itchy. I’ve been running for god knows how long and for all I know, I’m in the same spot Belial left me in last night. Except I can’t find the road, or his car. I hate that I wish he’d find me already. Last night with every snapping twig, my heart would skip. Not because I thought it was him. No, despite him giving me exactly zero reasons to trust him, I somehow do believe him when he said I wouldn't see him until after sunrise. No, I was scared because I knew the noises weren’t him.

Everly you are so fucked up.I roll my eyes at myself as I keep walking. Though, thereissome logic in finding comfort in Belial vs whatever the fuck is out here. "Themonster you know” and all. At least, that’s how I’m rationalizing it.

A twig snaps and my heart rate quickens, it’s morning, and he is fully within his rules to come find me. I hate the excitement I feel at the thought and that said excitement is currently pooling between my legs. This man wants to kill me and yet I want him to make good on his promise on fucking me into submission.

Another twig snaps and I turn toward the sound only to be met with a hand slapping me across the face. I fall to the ground and look up in time to see a male figure—not Belial, grab me by my hair and start dragging me.

“Let me go!” I scream while clawing at the man's wrists. I feel something shift against my chest and remember the lighter. Reaching into my bra, I grab it and momentarily look at the inscription on the front.

“Ronan”

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I flick open the golden lighter and strike it, the small flame ignites and I hold it to the person’s hand. He lets out a wail before dropping me. I drop the lighter as I hit the dirt. I start to get up to run, but freeze. Turning back around, I quickly grab the lighter before tucking it back into my bra and trying to take off. I take too long, evidently, as the man grabs me and slams me into a tree trunk, pressing my chest against the rough bark, causing me to let out a sharp cry as the rough texture rakes across my skin.

“You come onto my property, try to steal from me and then burn me? You need to be taught a lesson,” he spits out. I can smell the alcohol on his breath from last night I assume. It’s stale and foul and I try not to gag while fighting against his hold.

“Let me the fuck go!” I thrash against him as he rips mypants down causing ice cold panic to rush over me. Suddenly I’m twenty again at my college campus... “No, no, no!” I scream as he presses my face harder against the tree. “Please! I didn’t! I’m lost! Please!” I cry out, tears running down my face as I feel his hand slide under my panties and grip my ass.

“It’s been so long,” he moans, his putrid breath making my stomach churn. I feel his bulge press against me and I cry out as he grips my arms behind my back.

“Please,” I beg as my cheek rakes across the bark while he grinds against me again. I close my eyes as I hear his pants fall to the ground and feel my panties being pulled down, exposing my lower half.

“Ronan,” I whisper as his bare dick slides over my ass. I don’t know how I know it’s Belial’s name. It’s not like it would be beneath him to steal something. But something tells me it is, and I pray he’s close enough to hear me. “Ronan, Ronan, Ronan!” I scream as the man bends me over preparing to enter me.

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