Page 93 of An Unexpected Ascension
“Now you’re getting it, Angel.”
“Where do I come in?”
He scoffs as if I don’t understand a thing at all.
Spinning on his heels, he grips me, pulling me to his chest and wraps his arms around me in an iron grip. I can feel the beat of his heart against my spine, a rapid thud as if the organ means to punch right through me.
“Let me show you, Angel.”
As he whispers in my ear, an image forms in front of us, lights flickering brightly in the darkened forest.
“Please, no! I have money, I can give you money!” The young girl cries.
Loose tendrils of her dark hair slip free from her pinned up braids as the man buries his fist in it. She’s tugged tightly to his chest, so tightly her back is arched, forcing her cleavage up. The eyes of the man dip, trailing his gaze over her chest, his tongue lapping his bottom lip.
With his other hand, he yanks the neckline of her pink, floral chemise down exposing her to the cold night air.
Not a sound was made around the town. No neighbors peeking outtheir windows, not another soul walking the streets. No, when the screams of young girls echo in the dark, the townies hide for fear of being next.
The girl was merely walking home from the bar where her father had frequented, hoping to drag him home to his bed with no luck.
She almost sent her brother, but he was already sprawled across his mattress in a liquor induced sleep. With their mother gone, it was up to her to hold the family together, though some days she wondered if it was even worth it.
“It’s not your money I want, doll.”
His words were a chokehold, gripping her in absolute fear. She struggled, kicking her foot back, missing his shin. Snarling in her ear, he warns her to behave, to sit pretty if she wants to live.
So, she does.
The man’s hands roam freely, stealing pieces of her along the way. Each tear that slipped from her pretty blue eyes, each plea from her innocent red lips, all worthless for the man liked every bit of it, hardened because of it.
With a forceful push, the girl drops to the cobblestones beneath her, and as the man rips at her petticoat until it’s in pieces strewn in the alleyway, she mutters a prayer. For the man was not going to cave and give her any reprieve, so she hoped perhaps her God was looking out for her.
It wasn’t until the man had forced his way inside of her, broke a vital piece of her that had remained intact until this day, this moment, that all hope had vanished. Her heart cracked and splintered. Her body ached and cried in agony as every muscle tensed and froze. Her mouth stopped uttering another word. Those prayers were no use now as this vile man sullied her to ruins. So, she turned those hateful thoughts from the man between her thighs to the Gods who were supposed to be protecting her.
He rutted against her in an animalistic manner until frustration seized him, forced him to do something he had never done before. But after a lifetime of taking whatever he wanted, boredom became a hinderance.
Her tears were like diamonds and her cries were like music, but he had seen every stone there is to see and heard every song there was to hear.
What he did not have was someone to worship him like this girl didher God. That seemed to be something that heated his blood until it all traveled south. Yes, she would worship him and if she did not, then he would simply watch as the life vanished from her glassy blue eyes.
Except, this girl, she would not give him what he wanted so easily. Upon his demand that she beg for him inside her mouth, she spat at his feet. It flared a rage inside of him that rendered his vision red, so red that he did not realize what he was even doing as his fingers wrapped around the girl’s delicate neck.
As the glitter in her eyes started to fade, that ocean of blue becoming nothing but a dirty puddle of rain, a tingle began in his lower spine. It grew and grew until his toes were curling and his mouth was open on a gasp of pure pleasure, erupting from him like he had never felt before.
And when he finally unfurled his fingers from the girl’s neck, her body sagged to the damp stones.
Her eyes unseeing, her chest unmoving.
Chapter 30
The Angel
Ican’t bear to watch another second of this memory the demon shares. The awful scene before me leaves me in shambles, but the second my eyes try to avert, Hermes clenches my jaw between his fingers.
“Don’t you dare look away now, Angel.”
The man stands, fixing himself as if he had simply just taken a piss and when his eyes snap up, I finally get a look at his entire face.
