Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I am going to breed you tonight,” he tells me. “You are going to bear a baby for me. Your womb will replace what we have lost. You will be a vessel for my will, and for my life.”
I feel excitement sparking deep inside me as he makes those pronouncements. My pussy is so fucking wet, and every part of my body is tingling, all the way down to my fingertips and toes. When he reaches up and grips my hair, I feel every part of me slide into a deep submissive state.
He is going to breed me. He is going to use my pussy to make his baby. There is nothing I can do about it, except relish the moment as I accept my most basic fundamental use. This man is a ruthless monster with more understanding of the arcane in his little finger than most will have in their entire lives. He commands vast empires, and now I join the number of things that belong to him. An object, a possession, a willing bare cunt ripe to be filled with his cum…
CHAPTER 8
Luke
Getting out of a rehab I checked myself into as a lie is proving more difficult than I previously thought. The fact that it seemed like a good idea to come here in the first place is possibly an indication that I wasn’t thinking as clearly as I first imagined. But I’m ready to get the hell out now. My plan is to tell Leo what my initial plan was, and have him spring me.
I haven’t seen Leo in five days. Not since his first visit. I really thought he’d be dropping in more often, but maybe something distracted him. Leo gets into his own trouble more often than I do; he just pretends to be normal.
“Luke? There’s a guy here to see you.” My roommate is now a veteran in his fifties. The kid went home two days ago after promising not to crash his stepdad’s car again. The veteran keeps to himself, but he likes a job to do.
“Oh, yeah? Thanks.”
I get as much of my stuff as I can fit in my pockets. I’m still not allowed shoelaces because Clipboard is on my case, so I flip-flop my way to the Friends and Family room.
“Where the hell have you…”
One look at Leo, and I change the question.
“What the hell happened to you?”
He looks rough as hell. He looks like he should be put in here, rather than me. He has the dark circles and that indescribable strung-out look everyone here gets when they have to confront something they would absolutely rather not. He looks like he spent forty days and forty nights in the desert of his own soul.
“Had a run-in with an unsavory character,” he says.
I sit down on the other side of the table and frown at him. I’m getting angry, actually. First Teddy dies, and now someone got to Leo?
“What kind of person gets the better of you? What’s happening to our family? We used to be untouchable!”
Leo gives me a long look, and I see something shift behind his eyes.
“We got touched, Luke. We got touched real fucking bad. We lost Teddy, and frankly, I don’t think anything is ever going to be the fucking same.”
I’ve never heard Leo speak with that much emotion. Usually he is as stoic as it is possible to be. So much so, that it feels like he’s made of ice. He’s been called a psychopath more than once in his life, and there have been times I believed it too. I don’t now.
I lower my voice and lean in. “What happened to you? Tell me.”
“I got dosed with my own supply of ketamine and a few other things, and met God,” he says.
I let out a laugh of surprise and deep fucking amusement.
“You fucking what?”
A lot of eyes are turning in our direction now. It’s hard to have a private conversation in a place like this. All anybody has is the time to be really fucking curious, and Leo and I tend to draw attention anyway at the best of times.
“I have blends,” Leo says. “To deal with people. Dissociatives, sedatives, the works. You know.”
I did know of Leo’s penchant for chemistry, yes. Can’t say I ever approved of it, but he always promised that he was using his skills for good. Never really believed that either.
“I had someone I thought might know about Teddy, and they got the syringe, and I spent the next three days meeting every fucking deity that ever existed, and some that never got to,” he says. “After that, I went to a fast food place and ate my weight in their menu. It was the only thing that brought me back to my body. Fat, carbs, soda. Lifesavers.”