Page 39 of Song of Tenebrae

My heart is hammering against my ribcage as I rush back to my room, the feeling making a huge smile stretch across my lips. I feel alive. I get back to my room and shut the door, her perfume still strong on my skin. I didn’t think she would wake up and when her dazed face appeared, I almost dropped the hood. I wanted to see her fear but instead I got her indifference.

Has she really given up on life? She’s really reached the point that death is her only option? That makes breaking her less enjoyable, especially if she’s already fucking broken. I wanted to make Raiden watch as his most prized possession just crumbled in front of him, and then bring him to his knees soon after.

I can still work with this and I can still break her in ways she didn’t know existed. I can take her shitty little life and scarred ugly body and make it a hundred times worse. I love watching things in pain and I love it even more if I’m the one who delivered that pain.

I step back out of the room as my stomach grumbles and look up and down the hall. No noise but the sounds of the receding storm. I walk quietly down to the kitchen and find a plate put aside for me, just as Eddy promised. I pull off the hoodie and hang it on the stool, settling in to eat the food. I’m starving and I’ll need to eat everything because I don’t know when the next meal is coming. It’s not like I can stroll in during breakfast and load up a plate.

Once I’ve finished eating, I grab my stuff and head back up to my room. I start down the hallway and another crack of lightning flashes across the sky lighting up the darkened corridor. I hate the feeling of chaos and the storms here in Dominica are all chaotic. It’s not helping the restless energy I have brewing inside me and it’s making me feel more anxious to release it.

My room is dark and with the curtains drawn, not even the lightning can penetrate its illumination. I feel like I belong in the dark, that my very soul was created in it, and without it, I feel naked. I pull off all my clothes, letting the darkness hit every single part of my body, and crawl into bed, Tempest’s perfume still on my skin. I like it.

I grab my cock as it hardens and squeeze it roughly. I hate that this makes me weak, how it makes me want to do things, and distracts me from my mission. I wanted to fuck her tonight, watching her move in her sleep, and her naked body gleaming with sweat. I wanted to force her legs open and ram inside of her. I wanted to swallow her screams.

I grip my cock in quick angry strokes and I force myself to take the pain of my dry palm. I want to leave it red and raw, a painful exchange for my moment of pleasure. My moment of fucking weakness. My balls tighten and my teeth grind when the sharp sting of my sensitive skin getting pulled runs through me. I take it and I increase my speed, groaning when my seed spills onto the sheet. I hiss as I remove my hand and my sore cock twitches through its last stage of release.

I run my fingers through my cum and press them together, feeling the sticky substance. This was meant for her, she should’ve been the one to milk me dry. I suck my fingers into my mouth and moan around the bitter taste.

Soon, she will be doing the same.

Raiden

I am awoken by the sun trying to break through the lingering clouds. The rain is gone and with it takes the memories of last night. I gave in and touched her, my will caved and she once again had me at her mercy. I wanted my brother to fuck her senseless and leave her there feeling discarded. I wanted that. I don’t want her feeling like I am her savior because I am nothing more than the Devil who wants to own his demon.

I get out of bed and take a shower. I make the water as cold as I can to try and deflate whatever it is my cock is so fucking hard about. I don’t want to be this weak for her; I brought her here to this island to protect her but to also remind myself of who I am. Just because I’ve changed course in life doesn’t mean I need to lose myself in her.

I shut off the water and try to ignore the steady beat in my cock as the fucker stays hard. I wrap myself in a towel and head back into the room, only to stop short when I see her sitting on my bed.

“Was it you?” her voice sounds rough and raspy, like she just woke up.

“How did you get in here?” I look at the door and try to remember if I locked it. Even better, how did she know which room was fucking mine?

She’s watching my face, I can see it in my peripheral vision. “I saw which way you went yesterday and I just ended up at this door. I could feel you,” I turn to look at her as she says those words and watch as she presses a hand to her stomach, “when you’re this close I feel things,” her eyes close, “I can smell you.”

I swallow down the emotion that threatens to work its way out and choke us both; I swallow it down and walk towards the closet.

“What do you want?” I call out as I drop the towel and grab a pair of track pants.

“I don’t know.” She’s right behind me and I hold my pants in my hands. I turn to look at her and she’s staring at my chest, her hand reaches out to cover my left pec. “Someone was in my room last night.”

She’s lost her mind, I’ve clearly pushed her too far beyond her limits, “yes, Torrent and I were-”

“No,” she cuts me off, “after that, someone was in my room and wearing my perfume.”

“A female?” Her hand clenches on my pec with my question.

“A man.” She whispers, “I thought it was you, but I knew, instinctually that it wasn’t. Even in the dark I knew it wasn’t you.”

“I’ll find out.” I tell her as I step back to put on my pants.

“They want to kill me.”

“Only I can kill you if that’s what I choose.” I growl.

“But first they want to toy with me.” She continues like I haven’t spoken. “Tonight is silk, correct?” She looks up at me and those grey eyes look lifeless, nothing like the storm I’m used to seeing.

“Tempest,” my hand lands on her cheek before I can stop it, “no one will hurt you.”

“Yes, they will.” She steps away and the white lace robe swirls at her feet, “they will and you won’t be able to do a single thing about it.”