Page 10 of Prince of Demons
Cold metal touched her engorged flesh was the only response she got.
She managed to open her eyes just in time to see Jimmy slip the ring on her clit and twist.
“No!”
This time, the pain was accompanied by a sick wave of arousal.
It rushed through her trapped center of nerves, deep into her pelvis, and forced her body to contort in a pleasureless climax so brutal, her vision faded to black.
The last thing she felt before her mind finally snuffed out was numb relief she wouldn’t be conscious for whatever torture still lay ahead.
5
Georgia
When she came to, she was alone in the room.
Disoriented, Georgia blinked against the dull light from the singular bulb, the memory of the past few hours slow to return.
The second it did, horror followed.
She jerked upright, a small burst of relief that leather straps no longer tied her to the bench doing little to calm her.
The room seemed undisturbed, save for a bucket next to the bench. It took her a moment to gather its purpose.
Great. But why would she be spared the humiliation of having to use a grimy plastic bucket as a toilet? It wasn’t like the demon asshole who’d trapped her had held back on the indignities so far.
Her pants and underwear still lay carelessly tossed on the floor by the foot-end, but when she swung her legs over the edge to get them, something rubbed against her clit, sending a shock of sensation through her.
The ring.
Georgia hadn’t been very old when she’d realized that seeing monsters no one else could was upsetting to her mother, and so, she’d learned to hide her fear. She wouldn’t scream when she saw the scaly demon driving the ice cream truck past her house that summer a couple of kids disappeared from the neighborhood, but she still lay awake at night, ever vigilant, in case he came to eat her and Larry, too.
It was only when she got older she realized that the demons roaming the world didn’t always look to murder their victims.
Biting her lip to keep the tears at bay, Georgia reached down to carefully spread her labia.
And there it sat. A small band of silvery metal encircled her still red and swollen clit, forced free of the hood. Entirely bared and unprotected.
This is what we want, Jimmy had said. Your helpless little cunt.
Staring at what he’d done to her, she did feel helpless. Whether or not that ring worked like he’d claimed it would, it was concrete proof that when it came down to it, there was nothing she could do to stop these monsters from abusing her however they saw fit.
Up until now, her only protection against them had been that they didn’t know she could see them for what they were. She would never be able to hide from them again.
But this was the cost of Larry’s life. She would pay it. And once he was safe… Somehow, she would find a way to escape. Whatever happened next, she wouldn’t give up hope, and she would get through it.
She would.
Moving stiffly, Georgia climbed off the bench and grabbed for her clothes. The ring didn’t hurt like it had when he’d placed it on her, but there was no escaping the physicality of its firm grasp nor the twinges of too-much sensation against her abused clit. Every step was a sharp reminder of what had been done to her. And what lay ahead.
Waiting for news on Larry—and what came after—was a special kind of torture. The metallic clank of the door handle made Georgia jerk upright, a bolt of adrenaline pulling her from her quiet misery.In the seconds from the click of the door handle moving to the door swinging open, panic squeezed her lungs. She wasn’t ready for this. And what if…
What if they hadn’t been able to save him, after all?
One of the big goons stepped through the door. Irral, she was pretty sure.
“Is my brother okay?” She jumped down from the bench where she’d been sitting while she waited, forcing the question out despite her naked fear at the answer.
