Page 95 of Babalon

Soiling? Who the hell talks like that?

“Again, mind your goddamn business, Lucien!”

When he swings at me, I counter it with my own left jab, clocking the fuck in the mouth, his front teeth slicing my knuckles open. Well, guess I have a reason to go back to the medical bay, and maybe explore the observation areas to find another entry to the pit.

“I told you to watch using the Lord's name in vain.”

“And I told you to mind your business, I guess neither one of us know how to listen. Now get lost, I’m not dealing with you today.”

Taking a wide step around the scrawny man, I keep him in my eye sight then I spin and take a few steps before his weight slams into me. Rolling across the floor, I come up on top, if only out of sheer force, but when he flips us over and a shank press against my jugular, I freeze. Barely breathing as not to get cut.

Fuck, not yet. Not till my woman tells me how she feels.

He straddles my hips, one fist clenching onto the front of my jumper where Nadia’s release had left a slight discoloration, the other holding the blade to my neck as he snarls over me.

“Tell me what is going on between you and Nadia.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I don’t partake in sins of the flesh, but I do cut them out.”

With a bit of pressure, he presses the point of the blade into me. My feet kicking under him as pain throbs in my neck, up my jaw, and down into my chest. The way his eyes widen and pupils dilate, tells me the freak is a fucking liar.

So much for being a man of God, sinner.

I swallow, trying to gage where the blade is in my neck. When I don’t feel the gush of blood, I know he was only fucking with me, instead of wanting to bleed me dry.

When he leans forward and brushes his lips through the blood that did well up there, I come to realize just how deranged he is. And how I need to get him the hell off of me before he goes any further.

“Fine—fine! What do you want to know?”

“When, when did you start being intimate her?”

Being… intimate?

“Month or two ago, maybe three. I don’t remember anymore. She cornered me in an office and I fucked the hell out of her. Just doing my Godly duty.”

“Then?” He sneers.

“She got me thrown into seg, and when she came back around, I took her mouth. Handcuffed her to my bed and punished her by forcing my dick down her throat.”

“That all?”

“N-no.”

“Go on, you don’t stop talking until you tell me everything.”

“We went back to the place we first fooled around and I fingered her, then we made out beyond the fence in the rec yard, and earlier. I devoured her pussy before having sex with her in the medical wing.”

“Did you enjoy our whore, Kace Patton?” His voice is cold and eerily calm.

Wait, did he just say ‘our?’

I stayed quiet for a moment, feeling his erection against my stomach. Doing everything I can not to move or fight against him, not wanting him to dig the shank in deeper.

“Yes, yes. I enjoyed her and I’m going to keep doing it until her delicious fucking cunt pushes out my offspring.”

His jaw twitches at that, but color me shocked, when he pulls the shiv from my neck and swipes his hand through the blood there. Throwing the shank to the side his other hand unbuttons his jumper and reached in, pulling his cock free.

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