Page 189 of Shadow

“Tell the devil when you see him to move over,” I whispered, leaning down to speak into her ear. “Because there’s a new monster in town.” I straightened and began reciting Psalm 23. “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake…”

Sister Esther scrambled to her feet, trying to escape, but each time she tried to break the circle, my guys pushed her back to the center.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” I stopped in front of her and swung my hatchet. It landed with a solid hit on her neck. The blood spurted over my face and body as I lost it, hacking her into bits until her screams died away into the night, a gentle breeze settling through the clearing, my guys not moving an inch through any of it.

My watchers.

“Amen,” I whispered.

SHADOW

Magnificent. Glorious. Perfection.

That was Sirena.

We stood by and watched her tear apart Sister Esther. She was covered in blood from head to toe. Church joined in and helped her at one point, both of them looking like monsters.

“You know you want to,” Asylum murmured from beside me.

I did. So I stepped forward into the fray and helped. Then the guys joined in.

“Sword fight?” Asylum asked as he held one of Sister Esther’s arms. I snorted and slapped at the arm with her other one.

“Weird fucks,” Stitches muttered as he wiped blood from his mask.

“It is kind of funny.” Ashes chuckled and threw a finger at Sin, who dodged it, cursing at him.

We paused what we were doing when Church took Sirena to the ground and pushed into her body, fucking her in the mess that was made.

She shoved her bloody fingers into his mouth, and he sucked them clean as he pumped in and out of her.

My cock grew hard as I watched. I went to my knees next to Sirena’s head and tapped her lips with my dick. She opened for me, and I slid deep inside her warm mouth with a soft moan.

And that was it. She came for Church twice before he filled her pussy with his release. I followed, blowing my load into her mouth. She swallowed me down without protest and licked her lips when she was done.

Fuck, she was hot covered in blood.

“My little monster,” I murmured, staring down at her.

She smiled up at me, a stark contrast to the mess she was, but I was in deep. I loved her more than I’d ever loved anything in my entire life.

Church helped her to stand, and I followed.

Ashes took her and kissed her before he had her pinned against a tree at the edge of the clearing, pumping into her body while we picked up the literal pieces of Sister Esther.

“Hey, look. An eye!” Asylum called out, scooping up an eyeball from the forest floor. “I’m going to keep this one.” He shoved it into his pocket and continued to whistle as he picked up more pieces of the dearly departed Sister Esther.

“Just put this bitch in the bag. I want to be fucking Sirena, not picking up pieces of this old hag all night,” Stitches grumbled as he stuffed half a leg into the black body bag.

“What do you want to do with her jewelry?” Sin asked.

“Keep it. We’ll donate it to the church,” Church said. “Put it in the collection plate. Sully will love that.”

Hell, I loved that.

Twisted fucker.

We finished cleaning up, and Ashes and Sirena joined us again. Her hair was so covered in blood that it was clumped together. She looked like she’d bathed in it.

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