Page 2 of Christa's Obsession

The sense she was in serious trouble came too late when they grabbed hold of her arms, jerking her clear off the ground like she weighed nothing at all. She juddered violently at the feelingof their hands touching her skin. The dread she had felt earlier deepened. It attached itself to her heart, squeezing it in a painful, vice-like grip.

Oh, to the forest goddesses!

She struggled to shake off the touch that sucked on the pureness of her soul.

“Great. The asshole got a dryad. That wasn’t difficult.” One of the men—demons grunted.

Wanda could sense the darkness surrounding his soul and her confusion at his words came with a slither of hope when she heard Dougal shout to let her go.

Violent shudders ran through Wanda, her stomach heaving and her eyes slamming shut as she felt herself leave the forest. The tight snap of the band severing her from her trees cleaved her heart in two. The pain left her gasping for air.

“Get off me, you idiots,” she gasped, hoping someone might hear and come to her rescue. “Put me down, this instant.” She kicked out her bare foot, and it was like kicking a tree. All it did was make her bare toes throb.

A hand smacked her cheek, the impact so brutal it made her head snap back. White spots danced in front of her wavering vision and blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth from where her teeth bit her lip. The throb of her toes didn’t competewith the pain coming from her cheekbone, which she was positive that ham fisted ass had broken.

“Shut the fuck up,” growled the one who hit her. They shook her violently, making her flap about like a shift on the breeze. A nauseating scent coming from them overshadowed the sweet smell of the peaches that lingered on her skin.

It was then that the air shimmered and more demons appeared. All of them naked, they came closer, sniffing and pawing at her. “Let’s hope Rainer says we can play with her.”

A demon licked down her cheek to where her lip was bleeding and groaned, sending terror through her soul.

Each breath dragged in the scent of blood, along with what she knew was death, degradation, and sulfur. The darkness surrounding her broke with the cast of red lights, basking the room in a creepy glow.

Wanda whimpered, trying her best to stifle the need to cry out. Here she would know no pity. Beyond the walls, in other rooms, inhuman sounds sent panic through her.

Flung down onto a chair that creaked and rocked at the force, the breath left Wanda’s body. The room filled with yet more demons, larger, and scarier. Their cocks were hard, and they pushed closer to her face, arms, and chest. She shrank back, but to no avail.

Each touch painted her soul in misery. Wanda was flooded by a sense that her life would end in this room. She could only pray it was a quick death. A death that Silas would thankfully not feel, being in another realm.

“She’s pretty enough, I suppose,” a huge, naked, red demon said, coming closer with ropes in his hand. His cock was enormous and engorged, brushing against her skin. “I bet I could make you look better, though, riding my cock. That would give you some color in those pale cheeks of yours.” The menace in his voice stopped her blood pumping around her body.

Wanda had no time to consider how to reply before a scream tore from her throat as a large fist plowed into her unmarked cheek. The bone beneath shattered. She lost her vision when the pain hit her brain, and she slumped off the wooden seat. She was quickly dragged back into it as the demons used the rope to tie her to the chair.

Demon laughter rolled over her, much the same as the icky feel of the place, plucking at her sensitive skin, looking for ways inside.

More came into the room, Wanda’s vision flickering with lights as she tried not to let them feed off her pain and fear.

Tied to the chair, she much preferred the hitting rather than the turns they took, pawing at her, touching, taunting, and torturing her.

Endless pain sucked her to a husk. It came not only from their bodies, but from the separation from her trees. She had never left them since they had become a family. The broken connection left them exposed and her dying.

They would feel her pain, she could sense it.

She willed her death as her swollen eyelids drifted shut, and she sank into a pit of despair.

Chapter Two

Christa

The pull to Dakata’s demon came unexpectedly, but Christa loved her brother enough not to fuss about the inopportune moment. Leaving the pretty brunette she’d been chatting upwith a smile of apology and no explanation, Christa translocated to Dakata’s home in the demon realm. She could easily sense a feeling of urgency like no other from her demon half. Dakata lived in the human realm. To be here, at this time, said nothing good would come of it.

As the air shimmied, Christa noted the arrival of her other brothers, Luka and Benra.

Dakata gave them all a grateful look, but Christa barely acknowledged that. She was far too distracted by the sight of Silas, Dakata’s blissful one, who stood at his side looking… devastated. Pale, yet somehow determined. Christa was positive Dakata would not have willingly brought his blissful one to the demon realm.

Dakata was the first demon in eons to find a ‘blissful one’, the person fate believed was the other half of their soul. It was so rare, Christa and many other demons believed they were a myth. The demon realm, like the human would, would have its gossips, spreading word that Dakata was here with someone special, before he left again.

Christa had no time to ask questions when Merihem, ‘controller’ of the demon and earth realm—aka the bringer of death to those who crossed a line and hurt others—and Dakata’s best friend, appeared.

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