Page 76 of Property of Necro
Coffin’s too selfish to come up with this on his own. Just the thought of letting anyone else get close enough to bleed her, and his possessiveness, won’t be able to take it.
This is all Rot’s masterful planning.
Jackass.
To toy with them, like they’ve decided to toy with me, I plop down at the opposite corner of Sola. She’s close enough I can get up and intervene whenever I need to, but far enough to make those fuckers sweat.
She doesn’t belong here.
She shouldn’t be watching me in action.
Exercising this part of myself is private.
Well, not private, private, but I don’t want her seeing me like this. Not when they want—wewant to keep her.
“Necro?” Sola croaks, opening her eyes and blinking a dozen times before groaning like she’s just waking up from the worst hangover of her life.
Knowing I can’t speak, and she can’t understand sign, I lift a blood-caked hand in greeting, so she knows she’s not imagining things.
Lolling her head side to side, Sola takes in the room. “Those assholes,” she hisses.
My sentiments exactly.
“This was all Rot and Coffin,” she confesses. Hitching the side of her butt off the ground, she points to a purple bruise just starting to form. She barely brushes the spot and hisses in pain. “They plunged fire into my ass cheek, and they weren’t even nice about it. I’ll kill them for it later. Will you help me?”
I nod.
Once we get through this, I’ll help her do whatever she wants. Kill them. String them up by their cocks with fishing wire. Pour acid into their eye sockets and watch them turn to soup. Whatever she wants, she gets.
A ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Thanks.”
I want to tell her, no problem, that I’m happy to do anything she asks, but I can’t. The Nazi finally decides to get off the floor and prepare himself for round two.
“You look like a good fuck before I die,” he says to Sola, and I roll my eyes.
She’s not agoodfuck.
That’s a goddamn insult.
She’d be the best fuck of his life if I let him get his prick anywhere near her. Which, I won’t. Breathing the same air as her is a gift. He should consider himself lucky to die looking at her beautiful face. It beats seein’ my ugly mug.
Ignoring the brute, Sola pulls her knees to her chest, trying to shrink into herself.
“Are these guys usin’ you as their cum dumpster, honey?” he taunts, and Sola’s shoulders stiffen. “Oh. I struck a nerve.” The man steps closer, closing the distance between them.
Legs stretched out in front of me, I cross my ankles, tuck my hands behind my head, and wait.
It might be difficult… But Coffin and Rot need to learn a lesson.
Sola looks at me for help.
My heart responds, wanting to tear out of my chest to save her.
Not yet.
The big man starts pullin’ on his cock, getting it nice and hard. He licks his lips like a fuckin’ pervert, staring at her like she’s his last supper.
“Necro,” she croaks, looking at me with those wide, expressive green eyes, and then swings them to the other bald guy in the room.
