Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
And dear gods, some of them were wearing Go’Ella shifts.
They started clucking and cooing over the terrified sacrifice as they helped her to her feet and took her back where they came.
“Now, you,” the woman stated.
On his arse, back to stone, he darted his eyes up to the woman.
The fair one was standing behind her but just to the side.
His face was sheer beauty.
His expression was chilling.
They both were looking at the priest.
“I should introduce myself,” she said, and he looked immediately back to her. “I am Marian. Mistress of the Beast.”
“Oh, my gods,” he breathed.
“Yes,” she grinned sassily “Didn’t see it playing out that way, did you?”
“Are you…did you…how…?” He couldn’t finish, and he couldn’t decide who to focus on.
Her.
Or his Beast.
Not his Beast, no.
Hers.
“Now, where shall I start?” she began, crossing her arms on her ample chest and leaning back a bit as if settling in to tell a long tale. “I hail from Wodell. We won’t talk about my early years. They’re miserable. I entered a profession I didn’t care for, opening my legs for men for a few coins. We won’t speak about that, as it’s dismal as well. I made the excruciatingly stupid decision to attempt to escape that life by becoming a Go’Ella.”
Oh no.
She suddenly threw her arms out to the sides and the priest flinched in fear at the abrupt movement.
“And now here I am,” she declared. She then lifted a hand and tapped the side of her chin with a finger before adding, “Oh, yes. And I’m a witch.” She indicated the creature behind her with a flick of her hand. “Apparently, a powerful one.”
“We are…these men you just murdered, we are servants of the Beast,” he shared.
“Oh,” she whispered, a gleam in her eye he did not like, “you will serve the Beast.”
After uttering that, she turned, dipped her chin, and said softly, “You may have him, my brutum.”
The man-like creature smiled an unnerving smile, turned his attention to the priest and started moving toward him.
He scuttled to the side, twisted to his hands and knees in a mindless attempt at escape, and this was a grave mistake.
He was caught, and he was such in the wrong position.
He was not killed.
His robes were torn from him.
And he was used.
Brutally.
The creature was very tall, but lean.
And his member was enormous.
And the priest was not ready nor were precautions taken against harm.
But regardless, this was not something he wished.
Not at all, but especially having it happen to him with her watching.
In the end, when the creature had finished on a mighty roar that seemed to shake the stone all around, collapsed atop him for so long, he thought he’d suffocate from the weight, and then pulled out, the priest lay naked on his belly in the dirt, used, in pain, and feeling a sense of humiliation so strong, it quite suddenly simply defined him.
He curled into himself, feeling the trickle of blood coming from his arse, pain so intense there, he worried he’d never be the same there again.
He closed his eyes tight, wrapped his arms around his calves and clenched his teeth when he sensed her draw near.
“You didn’t enjoy that?” she taunted. “He is very large, I will admit. It took me some time to get used to that big cock. But he and I enjoyed the time it took. Then again, I have natural lubrication.” She paused. “Oh, and I was willing.”
He said nothing.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” she asked quietly. “When it’s not something you want. When it’s the last thing you ever wish to happen to you.”
He remained silent.
“He’s told me,” she went on. “My precious darling has shared much this glorious time we’ve spent together, getting to know one another, him showing me all his many special talents, me sharing what is happening above, some planning, some plotting, etcetera. And I did the math. Over six thousand, five hundred.”
He had no idea what she was talking about.
“But that was only the number of women you and your kind raped and murdered over the centuries,” she said.
Oh gods.
“They were each used four times, well, at least in your reign of terror. Prior to that, it was five before they were relieved of their pain…and their lives. That’s over thirty-two thousand times.” He heard her take in a sharp breath before she said in a much less conversational tone. “Over thirty-two thousand rapes.”
“It is the ritual,” he whispered.
“It is savagery,” she hissed.
He needed to focus.
He needed to find his magic.
He needed to cast a spell. Any spell. Some distraction, so he could get his bearings and find a way to leave this place.
He had no idea if he could move, but he would it if it meant escape.
“We’ve decided to wait,” she shared. “You foolishly notified everyone up there that he has roused, annoying him with your ‘rituals.’ They must come to think this idiotic prophecy has been fulfilled and it will keep them safe. So we will wait.”