Page 27 of Be My Salvation

“I will make sure we have everything you need. Dinah, his daughter is demanding to see him.”This should be interesting.I thought to spare her and her mother ever having to see this abusive monster again, but it seems perhaps the girl needs closure. I know how hard it is to live with anger and grief. It becomes like a vat of boiling water, steamy, and ready to spill over, at any moment. I can give her what she needs, to help her move past this and heal, and a quick look at his wretched appearance should suffice. I nod my head, and Sarah walks to the shuttered doors of my father’s study in the Holy Father’s mansion, disappearing for a moment, and reappearing with a girl no older than sixteen.

She doesn’t hesitate to meet my glance, her blue eyes identical to her father’s, and hold my stare defiantly, as I take in her appearance. She’s small, barely five feet, and can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds wet. Her body is dressed in the dark green fabric dress of a sacred, pious daughter, covering every inch of her from her neck down to her feet, even though the heat in here is stifling. Her bright white blonde hair is plaited down her back, in some elaborate French braid, and leaves all of her features exposed. She’s pretty in a way that isn’t obvious, her rounded cheekbones giving her still a childlike innocence, which her intense gaze belies. This young woman has suffered unspeakable harm at the hands of the man before me. She doesn’t seek to only speak with him, she’s pursuing her own brand of justice. Do I dare allow that to also taint her soul forever, darkening it like mine?

“Thank you for allowing me to see him, Unholy Ghost,” her soft voice addresses me formally and respectfully, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Zeke smirk. The fucker is getting a kick out of people behaving like I walk on fucking water. Nothing could be further from the truth, and I am not here to be anyone’s messiah, despite words appearing out of thin air on the side ofthe building. “Why did you want to see him...” I don’t actually know her name, and Sarah didn’t provide it, so it puts me at a slight disadvantage in terms of what to call her. She doesn’t bother to respond, stepping forward and beginning to unbutton her gown. At first, shock hits me; what the hell is she doing? I want to grab her and shake her, to tell her that she’s no longer a pawn for men, and she NEVER has to expose herself again, but Abe takes two steps towards me, and his fingers tighten around my arm, halting me in my place. When she’s down to her chemise, and her dress is discarded at her feet, she glares with venom at her father, and that’s when we all get a good look at her skin.

Holy fucking hell.The surface of her pretty porcelain skin is covered in scars, and healing lashes from a whip. Her arms, shoulders, back, and legs, as far as we can see, all have thin, painful looking stripes, to various degrees. This man has terrorized his daughter, and not just recently; some of those stripes look really old, and set deeply into her skin.Motherfucker, I will tear out his fucking heart, and make him choke on it.I move towards him, with rage filling all my limbs, but again, Abe pulls me back and nods to the girl. “It has to be her. She’s earned this freedom from him. You can’t take that away from her, Atasi. Not even if you want to protect her.”

“My name is Bithiah. That monster before you is my father. The man that God sent to protect me from the evils of the world, but instead left me like a lamb to the slaughter, of his wickedness and sins. He has spent my whole life abusing my mother, and me, in the name of the Brotherhood. He justifies his sins, and ungodly actions against the wickedness of women, while taking his pleasure of his wife and daughter.” Fuck, I think I am going to be sick. He not only beat her, but raped her, and shared her with his friends. What kind of disgusting man can do that to his child?A demon, one so morally rotten and corrupt, that theygenuinely believe they have the right,my mind whispers to me. Abe stiffens at my side, and one quick glance around the room confirms that Zeke, Sammy, and Sarah are equally as horrified.

“I ask, in my name, and that of my mother, for the right to send him back to the hell that he crawled out of. I know what I seek is not right or pious, and I am prepared to live with my sin, and the shadow it will cast across my heart.” Her eyes tear away from his, and there is so much emotion on her face. She’s terrified, but also steady in her need to claim his death, and free herself from the shackles he has placed around her. “You... can’t allow this! You can’t kill me! I told you what you wanted to know!” Asa bellows with outrage, attempting to get back to his feet, but Sammy kicks the back of his legs, until he falls in his own puddle of piss. “Stay down, fucker. You’re in no position to make any fucking demands here.” Sammy’s face is ashen, and I know just staring at the girl’s condition is causing his own nightmares to rise. I hold his stare and whisper,‘real’to him and, after taking a steadying deep breath, he nods back.

I step away from Abe’s hold, the blade still clutched in my hand, already tainted in her father’s malevolent blood, in Bithiah’s direction, until I’m standing before her, looking down at her from the few inches of height I have on her. I shouldn’t allow this. It will taint the rest of her life, and she will forever relive this moment, but in the same instance, I cannot deny her request. She has suffered at his malignant hands, and she deserves to be the one to take him from this earth. “You understand that there is no wiping the slate clean once you have done this? You will be forever tainted in your own heart. It is not for the world around you to judge you, Bithiah. It is only what you, yourself, can live with.”

Tears begin to fill her sky-blue eyes, and one trickles down the corner before she quickly uses her fingers to wipe it away. “My nightmares plague me, of him slipping inside of my room andhurting me. He’s done to me what no father should ever do to his daughter. He’s taken everything from me. I... I need this, so that I can feel safe. I need to know that, when I close my eyes at night, he won’t be there to hurt me.”

I feel her pain deep in my soul, and while I was never raped by my father, I can still understand the fear she’s living with. I hand her the blade, handle first, and she takes it carefully in her fingers. “So be it. It is your choice what you can endure, and I will not stop you from seeking your righteous justice on him.”

“NO! Please! Don’t do this! I told you what you wanted to know! Don’t allow her to hurt me!” Asa screams, as he tries to slither along the floor away from Sammy and Zeke, who are standing as sentinels against him, preventing him from any attempt to escape. Zeke kicks him again and again, until the miserable fucker falls into the fetal position, sobbing incoherently. No pity stirs inside of me at the vision before me. He deserves so much more abuse than what he is receiving. If it was left up to me, he would suffer a worse fate than all those Brotherhood men I dispatched, along my journey as the Unholy Ghost. “Hold him, so he cannot escape her justice,” I demand, and Sammy and Zeke each grab one of his arms, and force him back to his knees.

Tears, snot, and blood coat his face, and he stares in terror as his daughter approaches him with the blade. Her body is heaving with the sobs that are slowly leaving her, and pity fills me. Her arms rise high above her head, the blade clutched tightly in her hands. “You are a plague on this earth! A demon who destroyed mine and mom’s lives. You deserve to feel all the pain you put us through, but I just want you dead.” She slams the blade down, aiming for his neck, but gets his shoulder. It doesn’t deter her, however, as she strikes again and again, until pitiful screams echo around the room, and finally, blessed silence ensues, only broken by her quiet sobs, and our heavy breathing.She’s covered in blood splatter, her body trembling until she can barely stand. Sarah moves over to her, and cradles her in her arms, like one does with a frightened child, moving her away from the annihilated flesh of the man who attempted to break her. “Let’s go see your mother, child, and get you cleaned up. It’s over now. All will be well, Bithiah, you are free now.”

Bithiah stops before me, her hand clutching the blade and shaking, as she offers it back to me. “Thank you,” she utters, before allowing Sarah to lead her from the room without a backward glance.

“Jesus fuck, it just keeps getting worse, Snow. How many more daughters will come before you asking for retribution?” Zeke questions, as he drags his blood-tinged fingers down his face, which has Asa’s blood splattered on the surface. It’s a good look for him; he resembles a warrior coming back from battle. Despite the horror of what I just witnessed, my body begins to fill with arousal and heat. I need him, need them, to help me wash away all the evil that is perpetually surrounding us.

“Don’t look at me like that, Dinah, unless you want me to bend you over his dead body, and fuck your pretty cunt,” Zeke growls, and in response, I give him a raised eyebrow and a naughty smile. “You really are perfect for us, aren’t you, Atasi?” Abe groans as he moves closer to me and wraps me in his large arms, his lips nuzzling my neck, and causing goosebumps to rise on the surface.

“Make me feel alive, I need all three of you,” I moan.

Chapter thirty-nine

The Protector

Sammy

Iwatch as Abe kisses softly down her throat, after Dinah declares that she needs us to make her feel alive, and demands that the three of us work together to accomplish the task. The old me, who is trapped inside of this broken body, wants desperately to comply with my girl’s request. I want to take her into my arms, kiss the shit out of her, and fill her tight holes with my cock, until my cum is pooling out of her and I’ve reclaimed her. As much as the images of fucking Dinah arouse me, they quickly turn to scenes filled with blood, gore, and the fear of me being triggered, turning on her, and possibly hurting her, even though some part of my conscious self knows that Abraham and Ezekiel would never allow that to happen, and that they’d gladly kill me.

“Please,” she moans as Abe begins to pull off her weapons, dropping them on the stone floor with a clang, followed by her shirt and pants, until she stands before us naked, and in all her beautiful glory.My girl, the love of my worthless life, my Nightstar.She will always be the path back to my redemption; she is also not only my path home, but my true home. Just staring at her hurts me, but not in a bad way, instead in a way that reminds me that I’m alive. Thanks to her, I will be able to get my revenge on Noah, and all those fuckers that hurt me. Thanks to Dinah Camrose Rothesay, I will be able to live, even if I am broken. “What do you need, Atasi? Hmm,my little slut?Do you need me to fill you up so deep with my cock, that you’ll have apermanent imprint of him inside of you?“ Jesus, I had forgotten what a dirty mouth Abraham has. My cock hardens painfully behind the zipper of my pants, straining and demanding to be set free, so he can be reunited with some of his favorite places, namely every one of Dinah’s holes.

I hear the rustling of clothes beside me, and when I turn my head to the side, I see that Ezekiel is wasting no time in getting fully naked. He smirks at me, with that devious look in his emerald green eyes, when he catches me watching him stroke himself, and even has the gall to fucking wink at me. I feel heat rising up my chest and neck, at the way his large, tattooed hand strokes over his enormous cock, and tugs on the metal piercing protruding from his deep purple mushroom tip. His other hand caresses his testicles, rolling them softly between his fingers, before giving each a slight tug. His breathing has picked up, his tattooed chest, a work of brilliant art, rising and falling with each labored breath, and his eyes lower to half-mast as he licks his lips in a taunting way. I can feel precum slipping from my own tip, and coating the inside of my underwear, as I refuse to back down from his challenge and keep watching, as he jerks himself off to the sounds of Dinah moaning loudly, with whatever Abraham is doing to her.

I finally pry my eyes away from him, everything in me demanding that I get on my knees and take his cock inside of my lips, and swallow him to the back of my throat. The thought is so shocking that it manages to break the spell between us, and has me fisting my hands tightly, until my short nails pierce into my skin, with a hint of pain, and provide some much-needed clarity. What the fuck is happening to me? I don’t want to fuck Ezekiel. I despise that conniving fucker.Sure you do,my mind cackles back at me, calling me a damn liar.

My eyes hone in on Dinah, as Abraham slides his thick fingers inside of her pretty pussy, while his other hand fists her tightbraid and uses it as a rope to hold her back, arched gracefully for him. Her stance widens, to allow him to fuck her deeper and harder with his fingers, as her perky, erect, rose-tipped nipples sway temptingly, and cause my mouth to water with the need to sink my teeth into them, and make her scream. The sight of her soaked flesh, as Abraham’s digits slide in and out of her tight hole, has a moan escaping me that I can’t seem to contain. The sounds of her wetness are loud and obscene, but also a siren song. Abraham raises his head from marking Dinah’s neck, and grins at me. “She’s so wet, Sammy,drenched. Her pretty pussy is holding onto my fingers so tightly. Don’t you want a taste of her?”

I do, almost with a desperation I can’t contain, but there is also a gnawing fear rising at the back of my head. I feel my body stiffen, and not from arousal at the sight of Dinah being pleasured, but from the slight haze that is starting on the very parameters of my consciousness. I’m beginning to lose my grip on my surroundings again. Everything around me is becoming tinged in the red blood all over the floor from that fucker Asa. I look down at my hands, and I can see his blood splatter coating my fingers and arms. It starts to feel like insects are crawling along my skin, and I can’t get a deep breath past my suddenly constricted throat.Get it together. Nothing here is harming you. You’re safe. You’re with Dinah, Abraham, and Ezekiel, and none of them are going to hurt you.My mind is warring with whatever is inside of me that can’t let go of what happened to me. I know that I’m safe, but that doesn’t seem to matter to my rapidly beating heart. “Noooo,” I call out, as I take steps away from all of them, the sound of my blood rushing in my ears, so loud that I have to slap my hands against my ears.

“Sammy! Jesus fuck, Dinah, what is happening to him?” Ezekiel’s voice sounds like it’s coming down a long tunnel, and as I blink repeatedly to clear the fog, I feel two small, warmhands on either side of my face. Her scent reassures me that it’s her, as her warm, naked flesh presses closer and closer to me. I want to touch her so badly, but inside my head, other images are playing out in a vivid video, of Noah and his men abusing me.

“You like that, don’t you, cunt? You deserve everything you’re getting. You are worthless, so worthless she abandoned you for them.”

No! This is not real. They are not here. I’m safe here with Dinah. She loves me. She came for me. She never abandoned me like they claimed. They are liars!“Sammy! Sammy, look at me, baby. Look at me. I’m here, right here, and you’re safe.” Dinah’s terrified voice breaks through their taunting voices, and finally, I am able to meet her blue-gray worried gaze. “Dinah?” I croak. “Are you really here? Is this real?”

“Yes, Sammy, this is real. Come back to me, my love, come back tous. We are here, we are real,“ she demands. Some of the panic begins to recede, and humiliation rises across my body that the other two are watching me self-destruct, and be weak. They both are right. I am not right in the head, and certainly not worthy of Dinah. “Hey, asshole, stop that shit right now, you’re not fucking weak.”

It’s almost as if Ezekiel can read my thoughts right out of my mind. He comes closer to Dinah, who is still holding my face, caressing it between her smooth palms, as I attempt desperately to get lungfuls of air inside of my lungs. “Just breathe for me, Sammy, please,” Dinah keeps whispering over and over, her touch reassuring me that I’m here with them, and not back in a miserable basement, at the mercy of men who enjoyed hearing me scream. “This was too much for him. We shouldn’t have done that. I am so fucking stupid, and sorry, Sammy. I never meant to trigger you like that.” Tears begin to slide from the corners of her eyes, and the sight is enough to finally pull me out of the darkness that was attempting to roll my mind once again. I raisemy hand and catch one of her tears on my thumb, bringing it to my lips and licking the salty taste off. “It... it wasn’t you, or anything you did, Nightstar, I’m not even sure what triggered it.”

Based on her expression, I can see that she doesn’t believe me, and is berating herself for starting something that has caused me to lapse into one of my episodes. I can’t allow her to blame herself, and I also can’t have her always afraid of my reactions, and censoring herself and them, for fear that it will cause me to lose my mind. Noah has already taken so much from me, and it’s time that I stopped allowing him to continue his torment, even though I know that it is easier said than done. “I... I want this with you. I just don’t know if... I can handle it.”

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