Page 106 of The Devil's Hunt

MILA

“You didn’t spoil the goods, did you?”

“Of course not, boss. We handled her with care.”

“Good. Set her on the bed and fuck off.”

I listened to the voices going back and forth, pretending to be asleep. One of the voices picked me up, gently setting me down on what I knew was a bed. My hands were tied behind my back, the rope cutting deep into my wrists. I was careful to keep my breathing slow, and my face relaxed, even though all I wanted to do was scream and run. I waited, listening to the muffled sounds of footsteps receding out of the room.

And I waited even longer.

When I felt the bed creak beneath someone’s weight, I fought against any movement. But when a warm hand touched my cheek and then ran down my body, pausing to touch my breasts, then sliding in between my legs, I clamped my legs closed and opened my eyes to see the blue and very amused eyes of Alexander Benson staring down at me.

“I knew you weren’t asleep,” he mused.

“Fuck you,” I spat, tugging at the ropes on my wrists, but they were so tight.

“Such an eager little slut, aren’t you? How about I fill that mouth of yours with my cock, and see how much you talk back then?”

“Stick your shrimp dick in my mouth, and I’ll bite it off.”

He smirked cruelly at me, a glint of malice in his eyes that made my blood run cold. All I could see when I looked at him was the monster that mutilated my best friend and left her hanging naked in the cathedral. I felt tears prick my eyes, primarily because of my sadness, but quickly being overtaken by my anger.

“Oh, did you like the present I left you? What was that bitches name? Laura? Laney?”

“Lacey, you fucking fuck,” I spat at him.

“Ah, that’s right. Lacey. That blonde little bitch was all too happy to take my dick in her ass before I slit her throat.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“I highly doubt that. But I will let you in on a little secret,” he leaned in closer, running his tongue up the side of my face and stopping at my ear. “I’m going to fuck all of your holes over and over again. I will have you crawling to me with your mouth open, begging for my cum. I’m going to break you until you’re nothing. And then, when you’re nothing but an empty, cum-filled shell, I am going to put my baby in your stomach and leave you on Archer King’s doorstep. And I will watch as he takes pity on you and puts a bullet in your brain because he is disgusted by the sight of you. No longer his beautiful wife, but a used up whore.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and his smile widened when he saw the impact his words had on me.

“Archer’s going to kill you,” I threatened, my voice shaking.

He laughed, a cruel and sinister sound that echoed in the confines of the room. "You underestimate me, Mila. Archer King is just another pawn in my game. I alone hold the key to his salvation or his destruction."

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he yelled, annoyed at the interruption.

“Your sister is here,” a red-headed goon announced.

“Let her in.”

I watched a woman with dark black hair walk into the room. She wore black leggings and a long pink t-shirt hanging off one shoulder. Her black boots clicked loudly as she walked in. Her green eyes assessed me coldly as she approached.

“Ah, baby sister. Right on time. This is Mila. Mila, this is my sister, Haven. Come on, sit. Let’s chat for a while.”

“Alex, I don’t have time to deal with your theatrics and your playthings. I have to get to work.”

He grabbed her by her throat and shoved her down on the bed next to me. “I said sit, Haven.”

She sat still as a statue beside me, not daring to fight back.

“Mila here will be staying with me for a while, and I think it’d be nice for you to show her how to suck a dick properly.”

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