Page 10 of Deviant Illusions

“Oh, fuck.” My moan is low and strained but he hears it. The proof is in his harsh bite as he cuts me again. I don’t feel it with the dull ache of his teeth on me.

He pulls his head back. My blood stains his bottom lip and my skin is trapped between his teeth until he says, “Two.”

The cool air exposes how wet I am as he slaps between my thighs. His dick slams against my clit, making me tense and wobble on the table legs.

“Such a filthy little whore for pain.”

He lets go of his dick and takes half a step back to wrap his hand over my tit. His fingers dig in, forcing more blood out of the cuts. I can’t focus or lie as I moan. But he does something worse, and I shudder as he forcefully pushes the handle of the knife intome. Each ridge of the thin handle massages my inner walls as he twists it in half circles.

“What would Harkin say if he saw daddy’s little princess getting fucked with the family heirloom?” He tuts.

“K-Kane,” I stutter around a moan. “Don’t.”

He doesn’t give a fuck and thrusts the knife harder, faster, as he torments me. “Or would it be worse if he knew just how much of a slut you are? That you were crawling into the reflection’s bed instead of fucking Asher like you’d been raised to?”

My anger rises with every venom-laced syllable that leaves him. I’m kept immobilized. I can’t fight him when it would result in my death, and my legs ache from being forced on my tiptoes for so long. The rope around my wrists bites into my skin as I twist my hands while he continues his verbal assault.

“You’re an animal,” he snarls and twists the knife, so the rounded edge presses against my g-spot. “Bred and raised to be a whore for a powerful family.”

“Stop,” I beg weakly. But he doesn’t shut the fuck up, and he doesn’t understand just how deeply his words slice into me.

“Did your daddy teach you himself?” He moves closer, and each word brushes my jaw. “You always were a daddy’s girl, vying for his approval. How did it feel when you finally got it by choosing Asher, koukla mou?”

I can’t stop my release and disgust mixes with it as I scream. My neck cords push further into the rope. But the torment doesn’t end, and I’d take death over it as he darkly whispers, “Is that who made this cunt so loose? Who used it first?” His voice drops as he singsongs, “You’re daddy’s little princess, after all. Always running to him and waiting for him to notice you.”

My entire body shakes as my muscles war between getting the relief of no longer holding me up and wanting to remain alive. But I overpower them, and my feet slip against the table legs as I walk off them.

There’s a split second of extra tension being applied to my windpipe. The knife clatters against the upturned table. Harsh, unyielding fingers clamp around each of my ankles, forcing me to remain on the legs. Kane pushes his body against mine.

Warmth spills down one of my feet. I look down to see the dark liquid run over the table leg. His hand is bleeding, but it doesn’t weaken him.

“I decide when you die, and I’m not done punishing you yet.”

Blood covers my calf as he strokes up my legs to grip my thighs. There are no more taunts or mindfucks. He silently watches me while pushing his bloody hand between my thighs and covering my pussy in his DNA. A normal, non-fucked up person would be terrified. I’m not.

In his new sick way, he’s showing his possessiveness. The one thing he would never give me when we were young and innocent. Old Kane was kind. He cared about people more than he did himself. That’s why he would never force my hand to choose him. He could’ve gone to Asher and told him everything, yet he didn’t, because that would be unkind. This version doesn’t give a singular fuck about anything, yet he’s saying I’m his, just like all three of his personalities have. From Kane to Ghost, to whoever he’s become, they’ve all expressed their ownership over me.

His coarse stubble scrapes a path down my chest as he slowly lowers to his haunches. More light enters his eyes as he looks up at me and lifts his bloody hand to stamp a red handprint on my stomach. It’s directly below my navel, like he knows what was once there. The fear of death is nothing in comparison to him finding out the truth of me losing a child that I wish was his. That will hurt the Kane I remember more than I want to. There’s no satisfaction in that, not when it isn’t an equal pain to repay what he’s done. This version won’t even care. It will only be another subject he can use to hurt me since he’s still putting Asher above everything else.

My breath freezes in my lungs as the knife scrapes against the wood and he increases the force behind his grip. His wet palm grinds into my clit as he raises to his full height, and I clench. His hand doesn’t get trapped due to my legs being forced apart, but he pushes his fingers between my ass cheeks and coats me in his blood.

Kane holds the tip of the knife between his finger and thumb. Positioning it in front of my face, he slowly turns it so I can see how wet it is as he wipes more blood between my cheeks.

“Open.” He taps the end of the handle against my lips. My lips instantly part and he shoves the handle into my mouth. “Suck.”

Hollowing my cheeks, I watch his pupils dilate as I taste a mix of his blood and myself. My front teeth bear the weight of the heavy knife as he lets go and slaps the back of his fingers against the side of my tit. A moan vibrates through the knife, and he elongates it by circling my back hole with his two middle fingers.

“You have one chance to kill me,” he says. Easily. Too easily, as though this is a normal conversation about the weather.

5

KANE

Ilift my chin to give Delilah the perfect opportunity to deliver the final blow. To kill my body after so many years of experiencing death over and over and fucking over again.

She’s a chicken shit and too self-absorbed to do it because it would mean she dies alongside me. That’s the only reason for her hesitation. Because the minute I drop, so does she.

“Kane,” she moans, breathy and perfect. The exact same moan that has fucking haunted me since I was a teenager. The moan that irrevocably changed my life and ruined me. It’s that fucking moan that’s led to my descent into becoming a ghoul.

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