Page 11 of The Devil's Redemption

“Princess and I became acquainted upstairs, isn’t that right, princess?”

A roar of hooting and hollering rises around me as my tears fall faster. I don’t give him an answer, thinking he’s not actually waiting for one.

“Did you hear what I said, princess?” He lays another smack to my ass.

“Yes, I can hear you, you dumb motherfucker,” I spit.

Another roar of laughter rolls through the waiting crowd.

“Princess has a lot of spunk,” Jasper remarks. “You’re all going to love her.”

Another smack, followed by his fingers reaching under me, rubbing over my clit gently.

“Who wants at her first?”

“Me!” I hear a girl’s voice shout from somewhere off to the left.

Elena.

Oh, fuck.

“Get over here, Trixie. You’ve been so good waiting for your turn.”

I see her approaching out of the corner of my eye. Before she’s even in front of me, I feel a hard hit to the left side of my face. A bright light flashes on impact, and spots dot my vision for a few moments afterward.

I’ve never felt such pain before. Not even from Stone. Blade was right when he said the Skull are like teddy bears compared to Death’s Road.

She takes me by my chin and forces me to look her dead in the eye before she spits in my face. Then she rubs her saliva over my cheek where it landed before slapping me hard.

I cry out in pain as heat licks across my skin again. She winds up to deliver another blow, and I brace myself before her fist connects with my nose. It makes a crunching sound before warm blood begins to flow from my nostril.

I wail at the piercing pain as Jasper pulls her away from me, kicking and screaming.

“I’m not done with that pretentious bitch!” she screams.

“I can’t have you killing her before everyone else has had their fun. RiffRaff, Rooster, take over for me.”

The two monsters who dragged me to this hellhole step up next. I still haven’t recovered from Elena’s hit, but that doesn’t matter to them. I feel hands rubbing over my ass from behind. Fingers tracing my crack from my clit all the way up.

Then one of them steps in front of me. The one with the snake tattoo again. Through my blurry tears, I watch as he pulls himself out of his pants. Fisting his cock in one hand, he grabs hold of my hair in the other and pushes against my closed lips.

One flick on my injured nose pulls a scream from me. He uses the opportunity to thrust his cock into my mouth. Unable to keep my jaw open completely, I relax, causing his dick to rub against my teeth.

“Don’t you dare fucking bite me, you whore,” he pinches my nose, bringing more tears to my eyes.

I focus on keeping my jaw open as something soft and wet licks at a place I never imagined another person would touch on my body…Ever.

“No!” I sob around the dick in my mouth.

The monster in front of me fists my hair and shoves himself down my throat as far as he can go. At the same time, a searing pain, more severe than anything I’ve ever felt before, burns through me from behind. It feels like I’m being split in two.

So many horrific things happen after that.

I feel all of it yet none of it, caught somewhere between agonizing consciousness and blissful oblivion.

During the sublime moments of unconsciousness he is there.

Blade.

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