Page 90 of Sleeping Redemption
I writhed underneath him, wincing as my body begged for relief from this torture. My fingers dug into the dirt until his hand grabbed one of mine. Nico admired the ring Sylas had given me, with its row of jewels set on top of the band.
“What a lovely gift.” He pried the ring from my finger. “Such a shame that it is nothing more than a meaningless trinket.”
My eyes crossed as I fell victim to all the agony. Resting my cheek against the ground, I saw him slide Sy’s ring onto his finger, its narrow size stopping short at his first knuckle.
“J-just fucking kill me already…” I murmured. If he didn’t kill me after this, he better know how to fucking jump to a human on the International Space Station.
Nico laughed and ran a hand over the side of my face, brushing back my platinum blonde hair away from my cheek. “I don’t want to take your life,” he replied, attempting to sound tender in his words, but I knew better. “I want to use you to create it.”
I heard the dagger stab down into the dirt behind me, and Nico slid down my body. He made his intentions clear as his hands jerked my pants and underwear down past my knees, prompting a different surge of fear inside me.
As the most intimate parts of my body became exposed, I poured the last bit of fight I had into trying to overcome thepain at any cost. My hands dug at the dirt, clawing for anything I could, and my legs wildly kicked with the pitiful energy remaining in them. “Nico! You son of a bitch! Stop!”
He didn’t even have the decency to respond to my protests with words. Instead, his hand slammed down on the fresh wounds on my back, sending another tidal wave of paralyzing torment into my pain receptors.
“You’re only making this worse on yourself.” Keeping one hand on the bloody marks across my back, I felt his other hand slide between my thighs. The first of several tears began to leak from my eyes. The pain of the dagger’s toxic cuts was nothing in comparison to the way he thrust two fingers into my core.
I cried out at the invasion, squirming pathetically without the strength to pull myself away. “Nico, stop, please!” Knowing my words were falling on deaf ears, I whimpered.
He withdrew his fingers and rammed them into me again, the pain of the entry unexpectedly sharp. It wasn’t just his unkind touch; it was the pronged settings of the ring he had kept on his finger, brutally scratching at my insides.
“What’s the matter, Kinley? I thought you liked metal inside your tight cunt.” Nico continued to assault me with his fingers; my tears did nothing to deter him.
Laying there, unable to summon strength beyond the unfathomable pain rendering me defenseless, I tried to force my mind anywhere else but this graveyard. I shut my eyes, prompting more tears to spill out.
The stream of emotions falling from my sapphire hues wet my cheeks enough to pick up the soft dirt I was sprawled out on, muddying my face. Just as I thought I could mentally escape this horror show, Nico’s hand grabbed a fistful of my tresses near the scalp and jerked my head back.
“You don’t get to escape me so easily. Open those eyes, beautiful. If I’ve had to watch you whore yourself out to all your men, you owe it to me to be in the moment as I fuck you.”
A sob broke free, and I wasn’t even sure I knew how to open my eyes with how fractured every part of me was feeling. Nico forced a third finger into me and began to stab at my insides relentlessly. Each entry tore at the sensitive flesh inside my quivering body.
Through clenched teeth, he spewed out his vile words. “I will shove my entire hand up your pussy if you don’t start behaving, Kinley. Now, open your goddamn eyes!”
Every part of me shook beyond my control, and it took the last bit of will inside me to open my eyes, forcing me to stare at the grim surroundings of the graves all around us. I was both panting and choking on my sobs, and either my tears or the toxins blurred my vision.
With my eyes now open, he threw my head back down as he released my hair. My face met the cold cushion of the dirt, where it rubbed across my face with each thrust his fingers made into me. My inner walls were on fire, and I could feel the warmth of the damage he inflicted with my ring on his finger. What was supposed to have been a symbol of devotion and love slowly destroyed me.
“Such a slutty little angel you are.” He praised me like it was supposed to make me feel better. However, his fingers finally sliding out of me brought a hint of relief before the nightmare continued.
Thoughts of trying to fight back screamed inside my head, and yet my body couldn’t muster the ability to move past the whirlwind of pain and emotions.
He shoved my thighs further apart despite my effort to clench them together, and I felt the head of his cock take its placeat my entrance. I begged through my shattered vocal cords, desperation lacing my voice. “Don’t do this to me, please, don’t.”
All he did was moan approvingly, “Mmm,” and he pushed his cock into me slowly, eliciting another round of tears to fall to the earth. “Look at the way your pussy bleeds for me, letting my cock slide right inside you so easily.”
Where he had been quick and rough with his fingers, he was starting things off slowly with his dick. His groans made it clear how much he was enjoying the moment, filling me with shame by using his body.
“You’re going to make me such beautiful Nephilim babies, and I’m going to take all the pleasure in putting them inside you.” He rocked himself into me again, and I swallowed a groan of pain.
“Moan out my name, Kinley.”
I shook my head slightly, already feeling incredibly ill at what he had taken from me so far. How could he ask anything of me right now? I had nothing left to give.
His hips violently shoved his length deep into me as he yelled out, “Fucking say it!”
“I-I… I can’t!” Pride was a bitch, and I knew I’d be dead if I gave it up.
Angrily driving himself to the hilt inside me, he pressed himself against my back, refreshing the pain of his signature on my bloodied back.
