Page 50 of Ashes

I tugged furiously at my hair and let out a silent scream, letting my nails dig deep into my flesh as I slid down the wall and onto the floor where I started rocking.

Sirena. Angel. Fuck. I should be sane. I should be helping. What do I do? What do I do?

Nothing. There was nothing Icoulddo.

The thought had me vomiting on the floor, my throat screaming for mercy. I collapsed onto the ugly white tiles, my head and heart a tangled mess. I lay there forever it seemed.

When the door to my room opened, I didn’t even bother to crack my eyelids open. It didn’t fucking matter. I just knew I was being lifted and carted off to be cleaned up. That meant I’d be sprayed down in a cold shower, naked, before they shot me up with one of their miracle drugs.

The pinch of the needle in my vein made me realize that they feared me. It was just as well. I scared me too.

They’d drugged me first.

When the first wave of the medicine washed over me, everything dulled, even the pain in my heart for Sirena. I was wheeled down the hall and placed inside a cold room. My eyes were too heavy to open, so I didn’t bother to fight, but the burn of tears was there.

“Why do you cry, Malachi?” Sully’s soft voice called out as a tear slid past my lashes. “Do you miss your mother?”

“S-Sirena,” I rasped, the words barely audible.

Warm hands cradled my face.

“Leave us,” Sully murmured, his warm breath on my face.

The thud of doors closing sounded out.

I exhaled. My heart felt slow and sluggish. My head was heavy with fog.

They’d put my ass down for sure. There was no way I’d be able to stand let alone think straight.

“Did you think I didn’t see you in the window when I passed by tonight?”

My body trembled. I was so cold.

“You’re quite a beautiful creature. Fascinating, really,” Sully continued, his hands moving to my chest. “So many tattoos you’ve etched into your flesh. So many sins.”

My body was bare. I had no idea when that had happened. I must have slipped from consciousness at some point during the journey and been undressed.

Had I passed out? Why couldn’t I remember?

The hands moved south, stopping on my pubic bone.

“So beautiful,” Sully continued in a soft voice. “The devil picks the best. Always has. It’s such a shame.”

His fingers moved to my cock, where he stroked me.

I let out a soft cry of protest before the feeling on my dick left. Another prick in my arm caught my attention. I struggled weakly against my restraints.

I was restrained. Flat on my back on an ice cold slab.

Fuck.

God.

Help.

“Shh. Don’t struggle. You’ll only make this worse. We have many demons to fight together. Save your strength.”

“N-no,” I rasped, my throat burning.

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