Page 60 of Degradation
“What about her?” Gunther says, narrowing his eyes, sounding suddenly jealous, suddenly possessive, as if he has forcibly shared me with enough men to start a circus.
“She’s not said anything? Not seen anything? What if she’s a part of it too?”
“She’s a stupid little whore.” Gunther states dismissively. “The only good part about her is her cunt. I doubt there’s anything beyond air between those ears. No, the girl knows nothing. And she’s definitely not clever enough to be tied into this, because there’s no way she’d have the brains to hide it from me.”
Guthrie nods, glancing over his brother’s shoulder as he now paces back and forth.
I don’t know if he can see me, if he can tell that I’m stood here but it’s enough to make me nervous.
I try to walk back but I’m so fearful of making a move, of catching the light, of doing something to give myself away.
“They can’t do anything.” Guthrie says suddenly. “You have the power.Wehave the power. Let them try to take us on because we will crush them.”
“What ‘we’ is this?” Gunther snarls. “I am Chapter Lord, me…” He thumps his chest with his fists like he’s trying to be Tarzan.
“I meant, brother, that we will fight them together.” Guthrie replies, clearly trying to calm him. “That you can depend upon me. Can trust me.”
Gunther stares at him like he doesn’t quite understand the words coming out of his mouth. He starts murmuring, twitching just a little.
“Brother?” Guthrie says, cautiously.
Gunther blinks rapidly, like he’s just come out of a deep sleep and needs a moment to figure out where he is. “Guthrie?” He says before his face darkens. “No one can know. Do you understand me? No one.”
Guthrie nods, moving to stand in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders.
“No one.” Gunther repeats again.
“It’s our secret. Ours.”
What the fuck are they talking about? What secret is this? A voice in my head tells me that if I can find this out, then I can use this as leverage, hell, this might even be the very thing I need to escape this place.
“Sleep, brother.” Guthrie says quietly. “You look worn out. You look tired. No doubt you’ve been up most nights fucking that young wife of yours.”
Gunther nods, and a great big, ridiculous grin spreads across his face. “Her cunt is divine.” He states.
Guthrie laughs, slapping him on the back. “Then I suggest you go and reacquaint yourself with it. Leave this to me.” He gestures to what I realise are papers strewn about on the table, though neither of them have so much as looked at them until now.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe once Gunther has left, I might be able to sneak a peek, might be able to see what the fuck they’re talking about.
That hope instantly dies as Guthrie scoops them all up in his beady little hands.
“Sleep, brother.” He repeats and I’m quick to tiptoe back to the bed, quick to get in and lie there, before I hear those doors sliding open again.
Devin
Ishouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come.
And yet, I needed to get out of that damned place.
I know I’ll regret this tomorrow morning; I know another night of no sleep will only fuck me over more but I need to purge myself. Purgeherfrom my system.
The slave whimpers as I slam my cock down her throat while I shut my eyes and imagine it’s someone else entirely.
Someone with bright blue, devastating eyes.
Someone with stupidly gold hair.
Someone who can’t fight back, who won’t fight back, who has the lie there and take it, take it all.
