Page 24 of Stegian: Project Exorcism 4

Chapter Twelve

“Enjoying your stay?”

Jacquelyn stared up at the man who looked so much like the one she was born to love, the one who had managed to steal her heart, that she wanted to lash out each time he dared to show his face. She glared at him, daring him to come closer.

He laughed, the sound so full of evil that she shuddered. “The look only serves to make my cock harder.”

She struggled against the bonds holding her wrists and ankles. The demon, while no longer possessing Stegian’s magik, still had gifts of its own, and clearly, securing her was one of them.

The vampire glanced towards the entrance to the darkened chamber and a sick smile covered his face. “Ah, at last.”

The door opened, revealing the two panthers who haunted her dreams. Jacquelyn screamed and the vampire tossed his head back and laughed.

“Is that any way to great our guests, my dear?”

She kicked and yanked against her restraints, to no avail.

The vampire laughed. “Know that I will let each of them fuck you before I take you in every way possible. Then,” he licked his lips, “we shall take you some more. When—or if—we tire of you, I think we can come up with something to kill the time…or kill you. It matters not.”

Jacquelyn stilled, composing herself as best she could. “It doesn’t matter. I won. In the end, I won. You didn’t get to keep him or his power. He’s free of you, and you will never be as strong as you once were! Never!”

In an instant, the vampire was on her, clutching her neck and hissing.

Ignoring the pain, she remained defiant, glaring and refusing to scream again. A thin sheet was all that stood between her and the monster above her.

Jacquelyn drew upon what powers she could muster and sent a jolt into the demon.

He hissed again, this time rearing his head.

A loud crash sounded from somewhere on her left and she could vaguely make out a voice as she fought for air.

Then the weight of the vampire was suddenly gone.

“Solnihshka mayo!”

Never had Stegian’s voice sounded sweeter. Jacquelyn tried to focus on him, but was too exhausted to do anything more than close her eyes. Strong arms wrapped around her and she felt someone covering her tighter with the sheet.

“How badly is she hurt?” Stegian asked.

Whoever was holding her lifted her higher, carrying her away from the bed. “Bad.”

As the sound of Christian’s voice ran over her, Jacquelyn drifted into unconsciousness.

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