Page 29 of Hidden Sacrifice
We weaved through the intimidating buildings, walking through dark alleys and narrow streets. I spotted only a handful of demons as we walked; they looked like nightmares. It seemed like ring four was the place for demons that chose nonmortal bodies, or maybe this was just where all the wicked denizens resided.
Justice halted, and I looked at the building we were standing before. I could smell old, dried blood all around me, the metallic tang making my fangs ache. My tongue swept over them as if I could calm the sensation of thirst through the gesture.
“After you, Fox,” Justice said, opening the door wide. I couldn’t see anything inside the doorway; it was all black.
Confidently, I stepped inside, and Justice followed behind me. I could feel his presence, and I was more excited than nervous. Flicking some switch on the wall powering the light crystals, I saw the empty cold concrete interior of the room. Wordlessly, Justice strode into the area, leading me toward a hallway where another doorway sat. This was where I had awoken on a beach chair just a few days ago.
Black smoke stains: a remnant of the fire Justice used to cleanse the room, marred the doorway, and I could smell the evidence of the blaze as we drew nearer. Justice must have wanted it to stay this way, or Hell would have cleaned everything up for him.
“Once we enter through that doorway, Fox, you cannot leave until I allow it.” He turned to face me; a stern look set upon his face proved how much his rules for this particular room meant to him.
“Do your worst, Justice; I’m yours for eternity.”
Suddenly he was on me, his hands gripping and pulling me against him as his tongue forced its way into my mouth. The fire that had raced through the room before us was nothing compared to the fiery heat of his touch as we clung to each other almost desperately. “You’re such a perfect little pet; I can’t believe I get to keep you forever.”
His lips brushed across mine before pulling me in for another passionate kiss. His hand cupped my jaw, moving me about as he needed.
“You can never leave me,” I whispered, not precisely to him, but into the universe. I commanded the statement into existence, if by nothing more than my sheer will.
“Let’s go play in the dungeon, Fox.” Justice slid his fingers down until he laced them within mine. He led me through the doorway with a smile, and I eagerly followed him.
I guess my mind expected some mixture between a medieval torture dungeon and a crazy sex dungeon; neither could be used to describe the room before me. The walls were entirely white, as if to showcase their sterility. A large ebony stone slab table sat in the middle of the room, large enough for a demon to lay on. It reminded me of one of those tables in the science lab at school.
Restraints were attached to each leg of the table, black chains of some kind. Cabinets lined the walls, sleek and modern. I stood at the doorway, taking it all in, not fully piecing together what Justice does in his dungeon.
“Come lay on the slab, Fox,” Justice said with a grin as he gestured toward the black stone.
Taking a step in, the doorway behind me sealed shut. No one leaves unless Justice says so, I guess. I was also positive I could break a hole in the wall if I needed to get out.
The cold, smooth slab’s surface pressed against my back. I couldn’t fight the shiver that raced through me. Finally, being here in his dungeon with him, my curiosity and excitement felt overwhelming.
Justice moved to secure my arms and my legs tightly within the chains. The metal was cool against my skin while tight enough to dig into the flesh. Nothing about this was an enjoyable feeling, but it wasn’t off-putting either.
Justice stood back to admire his work, or maybe to appreciate the view of me shackled up in his dungeon. A broad smile painted across his lips. His crotch showed me he was getting off on this as his dick pressed against his loose pants. I turned off my mental shield to fully appreciate Justice’s emotions.
His desire shot through me like an arrow as I felt arousal pooling within me, filling me up to bursting. He got off on this in the worst way. Justice turned and headed for the cabinets behind me. I couldn’t do anything except wait as I heard doors opening and closing.
“We are going to start light, Little Fox. You can’t break a person too quickly, or else they shatter. It’s best to erode them away, piece by piece, until you uncover the gem hidden inside.”
The glint of a smooth sharp dagger appeared before my eyes. Waves of anticipated excitement rolled off me.
“First, the clothes, my fox. Burn them off.”
It took no effort to rid myself of every last scrap of fabric that covered my skin. I shuddered as a renewed wave of desire and attraction washed over me, making me instantly wet.
“You haven’t been part of this world for very long yet, Morrigan, Princess of Hell,” Justice said, pacing around the slab and slapping the dagger against his hand. “Not every demon feels the pull of pain the way we do. It’s jolting white-hot essence for that fraction of a second before the demon healing washes it all away. Most demons feel it negatively, like a human typically does. But we are different because we like the pain, and I like to give pain.”
I gave him a smirk as he held the knife up with a crazy smile, his emotions so incredibly excited. He had probably rehearsed this moment since the moment he claimed me. This was his dungeon, his kingdom. Here, Justice was God.
“Are you helpless to the blood, Fox?” He sliced the tip of his finger. He held it in front of me to see if I would reach up for it.
I didn’t bother to strain; instead opening my mouth wide, willing to receive the drop if Justice allowed it.
“Hmmm,” he said in consideration. “Just a drop for now.” He milked his finger, trying to push more blood out before his skin knitted back together. He tilted his finger to the side, allowing a single drop to fall into my awaiting mouth.
I closed my eyes and savored the metallic taste as his toxic blood immediately burned up from my power. A light whole-body hum flashed through me before leveling out.
“Goodbye, for now, Fox,” Justice said with a slow smile, and for the first time, I felt slightly nervous about what he was going to do. Something in that smile made my brain hiccup with the word stop.
