Page 65 of Beneath the Dirt

My throat tightens at the mention of my father. I’ve spent years numbing myself after his loss. Wanting to pretend that it never happened to the point that I began to believe it.

“Tell him who you are and what you’re going to do!” Harlan continues, sealing his demand with the drag of his tongue on my cheek, as he lifts my hand with the knife. “You are indebted to the Cross, toHeathen’s Cross, you can’t let him live. Tell him.”

“Oh please,” his dad bellows. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Payback,” I deadpan, and a sense of déjà vu strikes me. Harlan hums in approval as he begins his descent down my back, planting soft kisses down my spine, lowering himself to the ground. His mouth presses against my center as his nose becomes swallowed by the swell of my ass. I feel his lips brush against my skin in a trail that moves around my side until he is positioned right in front of me on his knees. Another hum ignites my skin as he begins to recite something.

“Payback,” I deadpan, as I strike my clenched hammer-wielding fist down onto the top of his head.

His skull breaks with ease. The only simple thing that’s ever come from him. But I don’t want to only injure him. I want to annihilate him. For what he did to us. To them and all the ones before.

Blood drips onto his forehead, staining his skin, begging me to continue, and I do. One strike after another. Blood for blood. Eye for an eye.

Harlan snaps his fingers, and just as he begins to dive into my pussy, a cloaked figure walks over to us with something in their hand. I try to turn my head to see what they are holding, but pleasure rids me of my ability to think straight. Harlan is devouring me just like he did at Heathen’s Cross when I was the one hung up on the cross—and not his father.

None of this makes sense.

How we got here or how Heathen’s Cross is here, in the fucking backyard.

It has to be the drugs.

“Why does this all feel so familiar?” I whisper through a pant.

Harlan lifts his lips from my sex only long enough to answer. “Because you started something you didn’t finish.”

As he continues licking me, the cloaked person slips something cool onto my neck.

“You don’t lift a finger or that knife until I say so,” Harlan commands. His voice soothes my skin. “My voice may sound muffled while I’m eating this sweet cunt of yours, so make sure you’re paying attention.”

I peer down at my chest, seeing my necklace back in its place. Looking at the pentagram, another pendant now sits beside it.

It’s filthy.

It’s a…bone.

Similar to the ones the people at Heathen’s Cross wore, but theirs—although I don’t remember the exact details—were different than this one. I lower my chin to my chest, trying to study it. The long single bone is bound by leather on one end and hanging vertically down my chest, before landing between my tits. From what I can see, it’s wide at the top, tapering in on the sides towards the bottom and curved. It looks smooth except for the carvings. Three consecutive circles. I go to touch it, suddenly craving its cool edges on my fingertips, but Harlan slaps my thigh as he kneads the edges of his fingers to my skin, digging into them.

“Not yet,” he commands, cool and cryptic. His voice vibrates on my skin as he speaks. “There will be time to discuss the mess you made that you now wear around your neck, but for now, I want you to listen to me. Wait for my command.”

Nineteen

“Now,”I murmur, keeping my lips stationed at her sex. Hovering her swollen lips close enough that I bet she’d burst with a single flick of one end of my tongue, but she doesn’t move on my command. “I said now!” I repeat, this time shouting. The insult of her disobedience marinating in my veins. She remains still.

Why is she doing this now?

How is it that now, with the evidence mounting so blatantly high in front of her, even with me giving her the veritas serum—truth serum—that none of us receive until after initiation?That I gifted her.She still is unwavering in her defiance.

I rise to my feet, no longer interested in giving her the gift of my mutilated tongue. If she insists on being so thickheaded, then I’ll match that energy… tenfold.

“Is there a problem?” I don’t bother hiding the instigating tone in my voice.

“Why did you stop?” Her question directed to me as her back arches and her ass juts out, swaying left to right, just begging for me to lower to my knees again and devour her.

In due time, my gruesome sinner. In due time.

“I gave you a simple instruction. I told you to wait for mycommand and in return, I’d give that greedy cunt what it’s been always pining for.”

Me. In my true form.No longer the suppressed, easily silenced pastor’s son, but the heathen of her dreams.

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