Page 109 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Whore! I knew you were just like her,” Snake hisses out.
Caim’s movements falter, then stop, and he grunts out a warning to Snake to shut his mouth.
“No, let him call me all the names he wants. This is his doing. He’s made me what I am today,” I breathlessly respond, and I jerk my hips to get Caim to start moving again. He does, but slower this time. “Fuck me, Caim!" I shout, not caring who hears what’s happening.
I'm guessing this place is soundproofed anyway. They wouldn't want anyone hearing the blood-curdling screams when they’re torturing people. What’s happening in this place is between the three of us alone, and only two will leave this room alive.
Caim speeds up, pushing me harder and harder against the rack, and the old wood creaks with the weight of Snake, me, and Caim’s ministrations. Another orgasm teeters just out of reach.
Snake laughs.
“Bitch doesn’t come through sex. She’s frigid.”
“You raped her. She’ll come with me.” Caim slams into me, and I moan out loudly.
“Nah. It runs in the family. She’s just like her mother.”
My body freezes. Caim stops again.
“Thought that would stop you,” Snake sneers. “You wanna know why I did all this?”
Caim withdraws from me, and I rise from the rack to stand beside him.
“To punish the bitch,” Snake continues. “Your mother promised me the world, and then the second your father paid any attention to her, she dumped me quicker than hot lead. I vowed revenge. Boy, did I get it. I’ve messed you up for life. I’ve made you just the same as her. He lets his head fall back and starts to laugh out so loudly it echoes around the room.
Caim pulls his fist back ready to punch Snake into silence, but I place my hand on his still hard cock, and he drops his clenched hand down to his side.
"Finish what you started, Caim," I say to him, leaving him in no doubt, what I mean.
I lean forward over the rack, so I can look straight into Snake's eyes, and I present my ass to Caim. He gets the good stuff, not Snake.
“Layla?” Caim’s voice is uncertain.
“I need you.” I make sure he knows what I want and wiggle my ass to prove it.
Caim growls and comes to line himself up before pushing inside my pussy again. His perfect cock strokes my insides, and the orgasm, which has always been out of reach before, ignites in a flash. I'm shocked, but it's the look on Snake's face that’s priceless as he finally realizes he’s failed.
Caim thrusts into me twice more before burying himself one final time. He groans out loudly, and I feel him coming. His orgasm coats my insides, freeing me from the terror and shame I've lived with for so long. He pulls out and steps back, tucking himself away. He’s panting, and so am I. There's nothing but our labored breaths in the room now. We've finally silenced Snake.
“You were saying?” I taunt as I pick up my t-shirt and put it back on.
I don’t want this evil man to see my body any longer. He has no rights over it anymore. He’s lost his control.
I can feel Caim’s essence running out of me and down my inner thighs.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” Caim says.
He goes to the sink and puts a towel under the water and brings it back to me, but I hold my hand up to stop him before he can clean me. I place my hand between my legs and take some of his cum onto my fingers that are still covered in Snake's blood—red with his crimson life-force. I mix the two together between my fingertips, and my eyes glaze over as I fall back into a dream-like state again.
I know what I have to do. This isn’t over, yet. I thought it would be, but I still feel him in my head. There’s a final piece of the puzzle I need to complete.
“Please, let me finish this,” I beg.
Caim shakes his head. “I can’t. It’s not my decision.”
"No, it isn't. It's no one’s but mine." The realization slams into my chest, and I gasp out a breath.
All these firsts, they’re monumental. I open my mouth to plead again, but nothing comes out. I'm like a goldfish as I open and close my mouth, trying to find the right words to say.
