Page 88 of Be My Sinner

Dinah

Noahnods,andoneof the guards steps forward, firing a shot into the shower glass. The glass shatters, raining shards down on us. Abe’s body instinctively covers mine, shielding me. From beneath his protective frame, I witness Zeke and Sammy being overwhelmed by a dozen or more guards, their desperate struggles to fend off the attack in vain.

Three guards make their way over the shattered glass, one brandishing a taser. They seize Abe, forcibly yanking him away from me, repeatedly administering electric shocks that contort his body in agony. I’m forced to watch as the electricity races through his body, causing it to bow painfully and ripping agonized groans from his lips.

“STOP! You’re killing him!” I scream as I disregard the shattered glass and attack the one holding the taser, only to succeed in being grasped from behind and forced out of the shower area and back into the bedroom by my hair, all the while trying to fend off my attacker with my legs and arms.

“Tsk, tsk, Dinah. You really are a violent psychopath, aren’t you, my dear? Not obedient like your mother at all, but it seems you take cock well like her. Good to know that some things were passed on,” Noah chuckles as the two guards restraining me force me to my knees before him, placing a blade a couple inches from my throat.

I hawk up a glob of spit and aim it at his face, as the struggles continue all around us as my guys try to break free from the sheer number of guards in the room. The spit slides down Noah’s chin, bringing me immense satisfaction. His eyes flash dangerously with fury as he wipes at his face.

“Break her arm, the disrespectful cunt,” Noah orders. Before I have time to react, one of the guards yanks my arm back sharply and uses his knee to snap my wrist and dislocate my arm from my shoulder, while the other moves the blade closer until it nicks my throat, keeping me hostage in my spot. The pain has a scream immediately leaving my lips, and nausea rushes through me as darkness threatens to take my vision.

“STOP! DON’T FUCKING HURT HER!” Zeke’s desperate voice rings out.

“Remove my son out into the hallway; I want to have a word with him without these sinners present,” Noah demands. Three guards push and pull Zeke until he is forced violently from the room, and the door closes behind Noah as he follows them out.

“Dinah, baby, don’t fight, please,” Sammy’s panicked voice rings out in the room, followed by the sound of skin being hit and a pained groan. I try to turn my face to look at him, but the guard with the blade at my throat growls and uses his other hand to yank painfully on my hair.

“Stay still, whore.”

“Motherfucker, I am going to kill you!” I see Abe raging, from the corner of my eye, attempting once again to fight his attackers, only to be subdued.

“I’m going to feed you both your dicks,” I rage against the two holding me captive, trying to rise to my knees but being forced right back down. I can feel blood trickling down my chest from the cut on my throat, and my hair being ripped out from this fucker’s vicious grip.

Minutes drag by as pain takes over my body, and the nausea becomes too much, forcing me to vomit to the side while trying desperately to cradle my arm to my chest. My feet are cut with glass shards deeply embedded and stinging. My head hurts from where one of the guards got me with an elbow.

Terror races through me at what is happening here, but I still try again to pull away from the two gorillas behind me. I can hear shouting outside of the door and the sound of fighting.Are they beating on Zeke out there? Are they killing him?

“You’re a pretty little sinner. I hope they let us have a taste of you before they send you back to hell.” The one holding my hair leans down to whisper to me, and I take the opportunity to lunge my teeth and bite his cheek. He screams in shock and pain and slams his fist into my jaw, before pulling away from me. I’m now seeing double, but it was fucking worth it to hear the cunt scream.

How is Noah even here when he should be in a drugged stupor back at the mansion? The sheer number of guards suggests the Order has come for us, and found us in the worst possible situation. We were reckless, filled with the high from the kills. We thought we were safe, but we were wrong.Do they know that I am the Ghost, or do they just believe us sinners?

Ezekiel is shoved back into the room, his mouth bleeding and his eye swollen almost shut. He staggers forward, and that’s when I see the deep cut on his leg, dripping blood down to his bare feet. He stumbles to his knees, trying to break the hold that two out of three guards have on him, but they don’t release him.

His frightened eyes meet mine before pulling away and staring at Abe. The horror and devastation I witness on his face has terror rising inside of me and my blood rushing in my ears. What the hell happened out there?

“Snow!” My nickname leaves Ezekiel’s lips in a pained cry, before one of the guards slaps his face.

“Keep silent, broken prince.” The guard’s smug face leans away from Ezekiel’s.

Noah calmly walks back into the room with a bloody blade in his hand and a grim look. He moves towards me, and a smile breaks across his face. “Oh, little goddaughter, how wicked you have been. Who would have ever imagined that little Dinah Camrose was the Unholy Ghost?”

His smirk deepens, and his eyes light up with a manic glee. “You, my dear, are a serial killer and devil in disguise. The devil does send his minions in the most delectable packages. You are his daughter, a sinner.” His eyes slide over my naked tattooed skin, causing further rage within me and my skin to crawl.

“Ask for redemption, Dinah, and your Lord may still save you. Kneel at my feet, demon. Prostrate yourself at his altar, and I will pull you from the fires of hell.”

“Come closer and give me that blade, and you will see just how much of the devil I am.” I lash out with fury and try to slam my foot into his leg. How fucking dare he think that I would beg at his or anyone else’s altar. I’ll see him dead first.

Warning bells are blaring loudly in my head, pulling my attention momentarily away from my boiling anger. How does he know I am theGhost? How did he find out? Did someone tell him? Has one of them been betraying me this whole time? Have they led me here to my death, while promising me safety in their arms? How many times will I have to learn the lesson of betrayal at a man of the Brotherhood’s hands?

“Hold her tight; it seems she has yet to learn her place. The lesson must be repeated until she understands that she is nothing.” Noah nods towards the two guards flanking me, and as much as I try to fight them, I can’t escape their grasps with only one functioning arm.

“Father…please!” Zeke shouts as he tries to break away from his guard’s hold.

Noah moves forward, clutching the blade still dripping with Zeke’s blood, and before I even have a moment to take my next breath, he slams it into the side of my stomach until only the handle is still visible. The pain is instantaneous, forcing me to fall forward before he pulls the knife back out. Blood gushes down my side, coating my naked body. The pain is sharp and forces my breath to halt in my chest.

“SNOW!”

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