Page 42 of Savage Kingdom

“I want to go first before she wakes,” a Southern drawl said.

“You dirty bastard, is necrophilia a Southern thing?” a playful young voice said. I was disgusted they could joke about this.

TheSouthernone was by me in no time. When you were in tune with your senses, you could feel a person’s presence even in the dark. So with my eyes closed, I knew he circled the bed. He stopped until he was at my feet. If there was a God, I prayed my shoes stayed on.

His hot, wet slime traced a path from my ankle to my thigh. My throat burned. I wanted to scream and burn the world down with it. Why did we as women get belittled by taking control over our bodies? Why was raping us an act of shaming, power, and superiority? What did we ever do to the world to deserve such fate?

He kissed the inside of my thigh, and I felt both his hands at my feet, ready to open my legs and bare my pussy to him.

You are Sekten. You do not bow to any man. You do not yield to kingdoms, and you do not swear alliance to any nation.

My babushka’s words gave me strength. She was my rock. She was royalty amongst thieves before she died—she passed her crown on to me.

Right my wrongs—I didn’t know where to start, but now I knew I couldn’t die before setting the underworld right. I relaxed my body, and as soon as he spread my thighs, I lifted my left leg bringing it down to meet my right. His eyes were wide with shock, and I smiled at him.

My code name came from a flower—daphnes were poisonous. The Sekt taught us many things, and poisons were my thing. My babushka was proud, so she chose my code name for me.

Venom dripped from my lips as my smile spread wider. With his head between my legs, I flipped on my stomach and heard the snap of his neck breaking.

Panic and anger flared amongst the remaining men when they realized the sacrificial lamb they’d brought to their feast turned out to be a snake.

I quickly turned to look at the room, and Gideon was fighting with whom I assumed was a guard.

One of the men was in a corner trying to leave when a much younger man with pale skin and brown hair stopped him. Interesting. I didn’t have much time to think about it when I saw White coming my way.

I seriously despised politicians thinking they were above anyone else. Their heads were so high in the clouds, they even forgot their so-called laws.

He was tall and thin with a long oval face. His hair was already graying, not entirely but half white and black. How women of the city found him alluring was beyond me. He reeked of violence and corruption.

“You’re not getting out of this alive.” He grabbed my head and threw me against the wall.

Gideon screamed, “Touch your fucking pussy!”

If I could, I would have glared at him.

White was on me, his finger digging into my neck, trying to choke me. I couldn’t say that my training had prepared me from grabbing a weapon that was stashed inside my pussy as I was being choked to death.

When you lived in the shadows, you really did see it all.I am a weapon.I remained calm because if you panicked, you died.

It took all my strength to raise my hips enough for my hand to meet the apex of my thighs.

I was running out of oxygen. I could hold my breath for three minutes. I hadn’t taken a proper breath, so I had about thirty seconds before I lost consciousness, and another minute before he killed me. His fingers were digging into me, and I kept trying to move my neck enough so he wouldn’t snap my throat as I had done to his friend.

Our bodies were designed to be indestructible machines. People forgot how we came from nothing and relied too much on technology and became lazy. My body went lax. My insides were on overdrive, begging me to breathe. Every instinct in meneededme to fight. When I met a small string between my legs, I knew I was ready to do just that.

The object that was in me was long and made out of plastic. The tip was metal covered by a plastic cover. Quickly I removed the cover from the tip.

My arm felt like it weighed thirty pounds. Everything was telling me to give up to succumb to the darkness.

You need to right my wrongs. You need to make Sekten the sovereign it was meant to be. You, my poisonous flower, must avenge my death.

My grandmother did not die in vain. I brought the sharp blade and jammed it into his side, making Geoffrey howl in pain. I turned around, taking a deep breath that felt like I was inhaling flames, and kicked him hard in his ribs. He moved, looking at me with something like awe and fear.

“I am Sekten, and I fear no one.” I seethed as I kicked his throat, watching as my heel broke through his trachea, covering me in blood

When I got up, there were five dead bodies, and Gideon was just finishing the last one. The door was open, so someone had gone out.

Gideon was smiling as he handled twin blades and crisscrossed them in the man’s abdomen.

---