Page 70 of Back In the Shadows

Kip pursed his lips together. “I should go check on Xavier and make sure the fucker hasn’t figured out how to escape. I’ll find you later.”

I grunted at him as he left, then I closed the door as images of Ella flooded my mind. My cock hardened with visions of her on her knees worshipping me as we reveled in John’s death. With her hand wrapped around my dick, stroking me as she worked her hot mouth up and down my length. I briefly closed my eyes and unzipped my jeans, my skin sticky with John’s blood. I released my throbbing shaft and stroked as I imagined looking down at my little lamb, her green-eyed gaze full of reverence. As I continued to stroke myself, blood-soaked, I imagined Ella climbing onto a bed beside me. She would straddle me, her body glistening with sweat, her expression hungry and full of desire. She would lean forward, her breasts brushing against my chest and her lips meeting mine in a desperate kiss. Her hands would grip my hips tightly, pulling me towards her as she placed my cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. With a moan, she would slowly lower herself onto me, feeling me stretch her out and fill her completely.

I could almost hear her soft sighs as we moved against each other, our bodies slick with sweat and blood. She would ride me hard, her hips thrusting up and down, my cock sliding in and out of her as we lost ourselves in each other’s pleasure. The thought of Ella’s wetness enveloping me sent waves of ecstasy through my entire being.

As I approached my climax, I imagined Ella’s fingers digging into my flesh, urging me to go faster, harder. She would call out my name, her voice hoarse with desire as she reached the peakof her orgasm. With one final thrust, I would pulse inside her, filling her with my hot cum as she shuddered beneath me, her body trembling with pleasure.

Still breathless from the intensity of my fantasies, I could see Ella’s face clearly in my mind, glistening with sweat, lips swollen from our harsh kisses, eyes full of satisfaction as she looked at me.

A sharp pain stabbed me in my skull as the room came back into focus. My hands shook as I stared at them, coated in John’s blood. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, intoxicating and familiar. I tucked myself into my jeans as Sebastian attempted to push his way forward.

Stop. This isn’t who we are.

“Shut up,” I growled at Sebastian’s voice in my mind. I dragged my bloody fingers across the wall, painting it crimson. “This is exactly who we are.”

You’re going to destroy everything; our family, our life. Stop this madness.

I laughed, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. “Madness? This is clarity.” I wrote on the wall in dripping letters: DEATH COMES FOR THEM ALL

A sharp pain shot through my skull as Sebastian fought for control. I staggered, catching myself against the blood-smeared wall.

Think of Ella. Think of what this will do to her.

“I am thinking of her!” I roared, slamming my fist into the wall. “Every drop of blood is for her. Every scream is vengeance for her fear.”

This isn’t vengeance. This is you losing control.

I pressed my forehead against the cool concrete, leaving a bloody mark. “You don’t understand. You never have. This is who we are. Who we’ve always been. The sooner you accept that, the stronger we’ll be.”

I won’t let you destroy us.

The pain intensified as Sebastian pushed harder. I grabbed my head, gripping my hair. “You can’t stop me. You’re weak. You always have been.”

And you’re a monster.

“Yes,” I whispered, a smile splitting my face. “That’s what they need me to be.” I dipped my fingers in more blood and continued writing: THEY TOOK OUR QUEEN. THEY’LL PAY IN BLOOD

Please, Sebastian’s voice grew desperate.There are other ways.

“No.” I dragged bloody fingers down my cheeks. “This is the only way. The only language they understand.” I turned in a slow circle, admiring my work—the walls covered in crimson promises of violence. “When Ella sees this, she’ll understand. She’ll see the beauty in it.”

You’ll terrify her.

“No, I won’t. You don’t know her like I do. I’ll empower her.” I pressed my palm against the wall, steadying myself. “She has the same darkness in her. She just needs permission to embrace it.”

The pain in my head became blinding as Sebastian made one final push for control. I dropped to my knees, blood soaking into my clothes.

“You can’t win,” I snarled through clenched teeth. “I won’t let you cage me again. Not until they’ve all paid for what they did to my little lamb.”

Then we’ll both lose everything.

“No.” I forced myself to stand, fighting against Sebastian’s influence. “We’ll become what we were always meant to be. And Ella will love us for it.”

I could feel Sebastian’s horror as I added one final message in blood:

FOR MY QUEEN—A SYMPHONY OF SCREAMS

“See?” I whispered to Sebastian. “This is true love. This is devotion. This is who we really are.”

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