Page 4 of Be My Salvation

“Abe, wake up! We need to get out of here!”

Chapter five

The Liar

Abe

“Fuck you, I’ll kill all of you!” I yell as rough hands try to wrap themselves around me, and the next thing I know, my body is bowing, as it spasms with an electrical current ripping through me. I’m forced down to the floor, and tears race down my face unbidden, as nausea assails me. I struggle to get back to my feet, my legs feeling like they’re made of spaghetti, instead of flesh and bone. My whole body shudders as a fist lands on the side of my head, and my vision instantly dims. “Abe, fuck! Don’t fight back!” Zeke’s panicked voice reaches my ears, but I don’t get a glimpse of him through the darkness trying its best to roll me.

“Fucking psychopath with a death wish!” A deep voice growls in my ear before I feel a thick forearm crushing my neck, and forcing all the air out of my lungs. “NOOOO!” I yell, but it’s useless. My voice can’t be heard over all the noise surrounding me. More hands grab onto my limbs, forcing me down to the ground and confining me. “Keep him still. The Holy Father will want him alive,” David’s rich tone greets my ears, before I feel a prick in my neck, and my world loses all color and meaning. “ZEKE!”

The horrific sounds of someone being tortured greet my ears, as I come to, and blink away the fog that has me trapped under a heavy weight. “Scream for me, you dirty fornicator! Beg God for his mercy for your sins!” The air is filled with the sounds of something whipping through the air and meeting skin, before hoarse screams surround me, and the smell of piss and blood assails my senses. My head darts from one side to the other, trying to get a grasp on where I am, and what is happening here. The world lurches to one side, and I bite back the need to vomit, and force myself to focus, despite the instant pain it causes to my skull.

I’m in a semi-dark room with rough, dark gray stone walls. The muted light that hurts my eyes is coming from hanging amber light bulbs, randomly placed around the space, giving it a sinister feel, and allowing the corners to remain shrouded in darkness. I force my straining lungs to inhale a deep gulp of air, and a sharp pain forces bile to race up the back of my throat.Broken,I’m pretty sure various ribs are broken, and there’s a deep throbbing from my right shoulder, that tells me it’s probably dislocated. I attempt to move my lower jaw from side to side, and pain radiates across my face. I can only move a few of my fingers, and when I try to raise my other arm, to swipe at the blood that’s stinging my eye, I realize that I’m shackled by a heavy chain, that clangs loudly, and doesn’t allow me much movement. Fuck, I’m in real trouble here, where the fuck are Zeke and Dinah?

“F... uc... k... y... ou,” a pained voice growls from across the space, forcing me to glance in that direction. I see a man dressed in thick, elaborate Brotherhood robes holding a long, black whip, and striking the naked back of a large man chained to a wall. The man’s large tattooed back, ass, and legs are more raw meat than flesh, and rivulets of blood run down his body to meet the growing puddle of red below him. I force my eyes to focus onthe sight before me, and a rage-filled scream leaves my bleeding lips. I know those tattoos intimately, and have used my fingers and tongue to trace them many times over the years.Zeke.The man being horrifically tortured, and chained like an animal, is my love. “ZEKE! FUCK! FIGHT, BABY! I’m going to rip your heart out, you piece of shit! Let him go!”

My demand is met by coarse laughter coming from my side of the room, and it doesn’t seem to faze the asshole with the whip one bit, as he raises it and strikes Zeke again, and again. “Oh, Abraham, how I enjoy watching you rage like a naughty toddler.” David steps out from the darkness and into my sightline, holding a crystal glass filled with dark red wine in his hand, as if the fucker was at a dinner party, and not watching the man I love being tortured. “You, I’m going tokillyou first, you son of a bitch!“ I pull against the restraining chains, and the pain in my shoulder sears across my back and neck, forcing me to grit my teeth to avoid crying out.

“I don’t doubt that you would if you were able, but here’s the thing, psychopath, you have no control here. We don’t fear you or Ezekiel, and we have what you hold most dear in our clutches;Dinah. One wrong move from you, and all three of you will die, but not before we have our fun.“ His face breaks into a perverse grin, and it has a crawling sensation rippling down my skin. “Perhaps we will give her a taste of what it truly means to be a Sacred Wife for the Brotherhood.” He trails a finger down my abused chest, stopping right above my navel. “We know she enjoys having all her holes filled at once. She’s a dirty girl.”

The image he paints, of them gang-raping my Atasi, has me instantly halting in my movements, and my attempt to rip his head off his shoulders. I can’t allow that to happen. They’ll break what’s left of her traumatized mind if they do, and I’ll never be able to survive, knowing how they hurt her. “I see you understand what is at stake here, Abraham. I suggest you coolthat furious wrath inside of you. You’re both here suffering right now, becauseshemade a choice.“ He leans his face closer to mine, the scent of his cologne and breath invading my nostrils, and causing me to want to gag. “When given the choice to protect and save you and Ezekiel, she chose the opposite. Her fury and vengeance were more important to her. She disavowed you. You might want to keep that in mind, as you prepare to die for a woman who didn’t spare your life a second thought.”

What is he talking about? He has to be lying, because there is no way that Dinah would have chosen revenge on the Brotherhood, over our lives. She wouldn’t have sacrificed us. She loves both of us. She’s forgiven our trespasses against her, and she knows that we will do anything for her. “My Atasi wouldn’t betray Zeke or me. You’re a lying cunt, weaving false tales to get us to turn on each other,” I spit with disgust at his attempt to manipulate me.

“Do you know what I enjoy the most, Abraham?” His finger continues trailing down my lower abdomen, my muscles contracting with the movement, until the digit is pressed against my flaccid cock. I keep my mouth shut, refusing to engage with this liar. I know he’s just trying to get me to turn on Zeke and Dinah. “Proving others wrong. Your faith in her is admirable, but alas, it’s misplaced.” He turns away from me, but his finger remains, stroking up and down my cock like a fucking deviant. “Boaz, play the video.” His brown eyes turn back in my direction, and I witness malice and glee in their depths. He’s enjoying this, not only the torture and our confinement, but attempting to break my love for my Atasi. His fingers fumble with the button of my pants, and pull down my zipper, and unease and panic rise within me. He’s just trying to frighten me. He’s using this as a tactic to force my surrender and compliance, but it won’t work. He can go ahead and rape and torture me all he wants, ifit means my Atasi is safe. Fuck, I hope she made it out, and only Zeke and I were caught in this web.

A projected image springs to life on the farthest stone wall, and on the screen, I see a distorted Dinah moving slowly through a room, her gun held firmly in her grasp. A shadowed and robed figure advances on silent feet toward her, and finally, she spies it, pointing the gun in its direction. The muted light glints off his ornate mask as the ostentatious feathers sway with every step he takes.The Holy Father.Something is occurring to the Dinah on the screen; it’s as if an unseen force is taking over control of her body, and I observe with horror and fear as she twitches and loses control of her limbs, and the gun drops to the floor between them. Her frightened gasp can be heard in the room with us, and drowns out the sounds of Zeke’s suffering.No, no, no, my girl is in danger. Fight, baby, pick up the gun. Run, Dinah, fucking run!

“Hello, Sacred Daughter, or should I just call you daughter, since you are my flesh and blood?” The Holy Father on the screen lifts his mask over his head, and I can only get a side profile glimpse of his face, but what I see makes my mouth drop open. No, it can’t be; that’s not possible. He’s dead, and has been for years. “This is not real. You are not real.” I listen to the disbelief in Dinah’s voice, that mirrors my own, and the devastation she must be feeling. I wish I were there to pull her into my arms and protect her. To assure her that I will always keep her safe from those who wish to harm her, but the truth is I can’t and won’t. Time and time again, fate has proven fickle where we are concerned. Unhinged rage flies across the delicate bone structure of the woman I love, and her hand flies up and strikes the Holy Father. A part of me cheers at her deadly actions, and knows that there will be consequences to pay, but at this moment, there is so much pride that she’s so strong, and won’t allow anyone to bring her down.

I’m so focused on the image before me, that I don’t realize that David has pulled my cock from the opening of my pants, and is stroking it with his fingers, and brushing his thumb against my slit. I feel my length beginning to harden against my will, and growl out in warning for him to stop, but the fucker cackles in my face. “Watch, Abraham, the show gets so much better.” His other hand slips inside the opening of my pants, and he strokes my balls, rolling them between his fingers, and forcing me to squirm at his touch. “Stop touching me, you fucking animal,” I growl as my neck strains forward towards him, but the fucker stays out of the range of my mouth, so I can’t bite his face off. I’m going to break every one of this fucker’s fingers, and shove them up his malignant ass, for daring to touch me as if I was a common whore, here for his amusement.

I’ve missed what was happening on the screen with David’s distraction, and my eyes return to see Dinah being choked by the Holy Father, and then shoved away. My body begins to heat up as I try to shift away from David’s touch. He’s fisting my cock tightly, and stroking me ruthlessly from base to tip, his thumb rubbing continuous circles on my slit, and my body is responding, regardless of my mind screaming at the repulsiveness of his actions. I lose track of Dinah on the screen once again, and I bite down on my swollen tongue, to prevent the moan that wants to leave my lips, as David pulls down on my testicle. At the same time, he twists his palm in an upstroke. Fuck, I can feel the heat rising up my spine, and I know that I won’t be able to stop the orgasm from bursting through me, even though every part of my moral fiber knows that this is wrong.No, fuck no, I don’t want this.“Stop! Fucking stop!” I yell, but it falls on deaf ears.

“Watch, this is one of the most interesting parts,” David whispers close to my neck. His warm breath slides across my clammy skin, before he leans in and licks a line from my chinto my temple. Goosebumps rise along my flesh at the sensation, and pain lances through my ribs, as I try to force my body to become a statue.I can do this; I can ignore what he’s doing to me. He won’t fucking break me. I’m stronger than this.

“Right now, David has Ezekiel and Abraham cornered, and at his mercy. Sammy is close to death in Noah’s clutches. If you do not agree to my terms, all of them will die. I will make sure of it, but not before forcing you to watch them all take their last breaths.” The Holy Father makes his demand, and I watch, entranced, as a wave of emotions crosses Atasi’s face. Trauma, grief, and acceptance appear across her features, as she utters, “What do you want me to do?” I want to scream for her to resist, for her not to give into that psychopath’s demands, but as I open my mouth to protest, a moan slips out, as David increases the tightness and momentum of his motions. My eyes close and threaten to roll into the back of my head, and I have to force myself to stay present, as a ripple of heat flies up my spine.Betraying Dinah. Don’t enjoy this, I demand of myself, as another wave of electricity races through my limbs, and my body tightens, preparing to unleash my orgasm.

“You will be what you were always meant to be, Dinah,my weapon. Pull the trigger, daughter, and let’s see if your men survive another minute on this earth, and if you can live without them.“ I force my eyes open and stare at the screen. Somehow, my Atasi has managed to get the gun back in her hands, and she’s pointing it at the Holy Father’s back, who stands there with confidence, ignoring her. There is no way she would risk our deaths; she’ll back down. He’s told her he has us cornered, and she won’t abandon or sacrifice us. I wait with bated breath, and I’m oblivious to the movement in front of me. I’m wholly ensnared by the look of pure hate and defiance on her face. A groan leaves my lips, and I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek, as David’s warm, wet mouth swallows my cock to the backof his throat. At the same time, my Atasi pulls the trigger and fires at the Holy Father.

FUCK! She shot him, knowing that it could mean our deaths. That we surely would be killed at David’s hands. Disbelief, pride, and anger war within me; how could she do that to us? I thought she loved us the way we love her. She’s our everything, and there is nothing we wouldn’t sacrifice for her. We followed her here willingly, refusing to be parted from her for one moment, even though we knew it would be a trap.

On the other hand, I have never been so proud of her, as I am watching her refuse to back down and be a pawn for the Brotherhood. I wish it wasn’t at Zeke’s and my expense. I wish I was by her side, helping her fight these demons. I wish so many things were different. I don’t care about myself, just Zeke and her. Gagging and choking sounds mix with screams of pain from Zeke, as I watch on the screen as a robed man slips from the shadows at the Holy Father’s command, and hits Dinah on the back of the head, and she crumples to the floor. “Kill all three of them. She will have to learn the consequences of her sins, and live without them.” The Holy Father orders. My balls tighten painfully as a flare of tingles races down my spine, and I cum down David’s throat with a hoarse scream of frustration, disgust, and anger.

No, my Atasi didn’t just betray us to our enemies. She didn’t disavow Zeke and me, so that she could kill the Holy Father. This has to be some sick trick. Shame and repulsion at myself and my body fill me. I betrayed her too. I should have stopped myself from cumming for this despicable parasite, who’s rising to his feet with a shit-eating grin of satisfaction, and swiping at the drops of my cum on his lips. Not more than a few feet away, the other love of my life is suffering, being murdered one strike at a time, all while my body just enjoyed pleasure. I’m deplorable, and don’t deserve to live. Maybe Dinah was right to choose to killthe Holy Father rather than save us; look at how I have betrayed her. I’m a fucking monster.

“You see, Abraham, she doesn’t give a shit about you, Zeke, and poor Samuel. You are a means to an end. She isDelilahreincarnated, and she would betray all those she claims to love, to serve her own means. She is a viper waiting to strike out with her poison, and you were too stupid to see the real truth.”

Could he be right? Did Dinah play us this whole time?Was she willing to sacrifice all the men in her life she professed to love, just to get us to go along with her quest for retribution? No, I can’t believe that, she loves Sammy with all her heart, and would do anything to get him back. She loves me and Zeke too. It might not be as deeply as she loves Sammy, but it’s real. This fucker is trying to twist what we have, like a serpent whispering words of deception in my ears. My head swings forward, and I land a hit on the middle of his forehead, causing him to stumble backward. “LIAR! You will not turn me against her!” I shout as I strain against my bindings, injuring myself further.

David wipes at the blood weeping from a cut above his eyebrow. “You just made a colossal mistake, Abraham. I could have made your last days pleasurable. Instead, you will beg me for mercy, before I am done with you and your lover. None of it will matter in the end. All three of you will die here, as captive guests of the Holy Father, and if Samuel isn’t dead yet at Noah’s hands, it’s only a matter of time before he is.”

He turns away from me, and another man approaches with a cat of nine whip, and begins lashing my chest and shoulders. “Coward! I’ll kill you, David,” I yell, as I welcome the pain of each strike as it burns and tears into my flesh, as a means to assuage my dark sins against Dinah and Zeke. I deserve them for betraying both of them. I’ve failed in my life’s mission to protect the ones I love. If I die at the hands of our enemies, it still won’t clear the hurt I have caused them, but at least it’sa beginning. “Is that all you’ve got, pussy? Come on, put some fucking strength into it,” I taunt the fucker, hoping that oblivion and blood loss will take me, so I don’t have to keep staring at the screen, where a frozen version of my Atasi lies there waiting to die. My eyes shift towards Zeke, who’s stopped making any noise, and hangs limply from the bonds holding him. “I’m coming, Zeke. I’ll meet you in the next life. I love you,” I scream through the next lash.

If I’m fortunate, we will all meet again in hell, since there’s no way any of us are making it to heaven with our mountain of sins. I hope the devil is ready to meet me, because I’m about to come take his kingdom, and ensure my Atasi sits on his throne.I will always love you, Dinah.

Chapter six

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