Page 43 of Deviant

I come to a sudden stop, not that I was being all that compliant.

Magnus glances at me and lets out a sharp laugh. “Don’t worry about them. Where we’re headed will be much more fun.”

Fun? What the fuck is this? My body starts trembling worse than ever, my heart is racing so fast now I think it might actually give out entirely. God, please let that happen, let me just die here, right now and end it all on my terms.

I try to turn, to get away and I’m snatched back, dragged along and then thrown into a room that feels far too empty. One chair seems to dominate the space. Ornate, cushioned, the kind of thing that you’d imagine a king would sit on.

Magnus struts over to it, plonking his immaculate arse down while I’m then held in place in front of him like an offering.

For a moment, we just stare at each other. Me glaring at him and him, sat so fucking smug. Both of us refusing to blink like this is some sort of competition, though I doubt I’ll get any prize if he gives in first.

The sound of the door opening breaks this match off and my head turns to see a group of people shuffling in, with chains around their ankles and wrists, and what looks like dog collars around their necks, only theirs are complete with actual chain leads.

My eyes widen, I stare in horror then look back at Magnus whose eyes are positively sparkling with amusement. The man leading them steps up, handing over all the leads as if they’re not human at all but a pack of animals.

“You want to play hard to get,” he says. “You want to be a stubborn bitch, let’s see how much your pride is worth.”

“What does that mean?” I gasp. None of this makes any damned sense, and I’m too exhausted to even try to figure it out.

He looks from me to them, and then he tosses something at me. It hits my stomach then makes a thud as it lands on the floor.

When I look down, I can see it’s a dildo. Not just any either, this thing is grotesque, far thicker in girth than a normal man’s penis, with weird bulbous lumps and a head that looks like it would split you in half. I’ve heard about monster kink, I’ve heard about all those spicy paranormal books, but to see this in real life is something else.

“Fuck yourself.” Magnus says, placing his hands on the ornate goldleaf arms as if he’s making the most normal of requests.

“Excuse me?” I snap back.

He grins, jerking on the chains and one of the men is yanked forward. Magnus produces a gun, pointing the thing right at the man’s head. “Fuck yourself or I blow his brains out.”

“You, you wouldn’t dare…” I stammer, but my words are silenced the second he pulls the trigger.

The sound echoes in the room, I throw my hands up, covering my ears as if I can somehow drown it out. Something wet hits me, something covers my skin, and, as I realise I’m screaming, I can also taste what it is.

It’s in my mouth.

In my eyes.

It’s covering my chest.

I’m drenched in his blood and brain matter.

The man hits the floor like a dead weight, and I guess that’s exactly what he is now. Dead.

I don’t know how my legs keep me up, I don’t know how I don’t pass out. I thought seeing Ronin hanging there, above me was bad enough but this, this is so muchworse.

Magnus yanks on those leads and another one, a woman this time, is dragged in front of me.

“Try again.” Magnus says, pointing the gun.

I shake my head. I stumble back, slamming into the mass of the man who’s preventing me from running.

With a tut, Magnus pulls the trigger, and the woman cries out as she lands on the ground, barely a metre from me. Her eyes find mine and I can see the fear, the desperation, all of it reflected in them.

There’s blood streaming from a hole in her chest, millimetres above her heart. It pools around her, rapidly filling the dark void between us.

I scramble to her, desperately trying to stem the bleeding, but all I have is my hands and it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough.

It’s so warm, so thick, as it covers my fingers.

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