Page 114 of Babalon

Something hard and cold slides between them then, so hard there was no way it is human. It pushes into me without ease, sliding all the way in despite how dry I am.

“Look at her hungry cunt taking that whole shiv.” I think it’s Paul talking now?

WAIT… WHAT THE FUCK DID HE SAY!?

“Fuck yeah, watch this though. I learned this on the last bitch.”

He yanks it out without warning and I scream, legs shaking, my balance teetering before he forces it back inside of me again. Repeating the motion and tilting the sharpened end toward my ass, forcing the hard handle against my sweet spot. There is no amount of ‘warming me up’ that’s going to make my pussy wet for them.

I can hear them shifting around, making snide comments, but I chose to tune it out now; anything to make this move faster. When I feel someone’s shoulders against the back of my thighs, I nearly slam them around his head so I can squeeze until I crack his goddamn skull. Then there was another tongue, flicking over my clit.

“I’m going to kill every one of you when I get out of here!” I yell, shaking out of pure anger.

If… if I make it out.

His hot mouth scraps over my soft nerves with a slight pop, only for him to turn and bite down on the insides of my thighs. A pain I find myself trying to shy away from—the insides ofmy thighs are so sensitive, that being bitten there was nearly as painful as what I would imagine being stabbed feels like.

I squeal, and my whole body starts to tremble when he bites down again. Tears line my eyes from the pain and invasion.

They keep at me, rocking the shank and ripping it out, then pushing it back inside. Tongue over my clit, bite, suck, fingers taking the place of the hard plastic. Hands slapping over the cuts on both of my ass cheeks. I can hear the audible sound of their hands colliding with the blood that coats my skin.

“You need to do better than that, Vance. Pretty sure Kace has a small dick, stretch her for me.”

“You’ll never amount to half the man Kace was.”

Is… Kace is. I refuse anything else.

Another slice, up the back of both legs this time, parallel to my femur.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

“That all you got?” I choke out. “Calling me a bitch? Big bad Aryan Brotherhood, and the only insult you have is bitch?”

Yeah, that’s smart Nadia, goad them some more.They’re going to bleed you dry if you keep on.

With another bit of spit, he runs two fingers through me again and pushes them inward. I huff and try to pull my hips away while Paul keeps me in place. After fingering me for a few pumps he introduces another, then a fourth, all the way up to his knuckles until he felt resistance.

“Let me in, slut, or I’ll cut you open.”

I can’t make my body do shit; I can’t tell my assaulted twat to open on command like it is a door for them to dance through. Bodies don’t work like that, but I don’t expect these pathetic fucks to know anything about a woman’s anatomy.

“Go die,” I mutter, and that’s when he retaliates by pushing his hand all the way in me, despite friction, resistance, and anything else of the sort.

Doing my best not to give them anything, I no longer could hold it in, my lower jaw dropped open and I shriek until my breath runs empty. The pain throbbing in me from my skin stretching to its maximum is enough to make my half-blind vision go white. My voice echoing throughout the hollowed out solitary hallway.

“Look at that, my own personal sock puppet.”

“Knock it off, you’re cutting into my time,” Nate voices, unimpressed.

Vance’s hand thrusts through my tight skin before he jerks out of me completely, then back in he went. Twisting and turning his fist inside of me, as if searching for the ever-illusive wetness they tried to demand from my body.

No longer able to stop the emotions, I burst into tears. The searing droplets escaping my eyes, landing in fat splatters on the floor beneath me. More and more of them raced down my face, I shudder and sob as they keep taking from me. I—I can’t do this. I’m not strong enough to survive. I know there are girls out there who have suffered much worse, but at this moment, I just want to be dead.

I want the world to open up, the floor of solitary to crack open, and the devil himself to reach up from the pits of hell and drag me into the depths.

Please… I—I want Kace.

“Alright, princess, it’s time for me to take what is owed. Now you be a good slut, and be still.”

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