The Ghost and the Darkness Volume 1 (The Fallocaust Series Book 2) (82 page)

Blood dripped down my wrists, both of them. I had twisted them back and forth for so long I could see my tendons pop out every time I clenched my fists; bulging like worms trying to escape from something rotten. It had always been about the worms. My flesh may not rot but for some reason they always found me. I think I had my boyfriend to thank for that.

My eyes swept the room, going over the black furniture. The dressers, the credenza, and chairs, all of these things in the shadows. The only thing lighting this room were candles; over a hundred fucking candles. They made this whole room uncomfortable, I didn’t like the light and I didn’t like the flickers of panic I was getting in my chest. Panic that warned me of realities that I was in no way prepared to process right now.

With a growl in the back of my throat I twisted my body back and forth, the wet from the cuffs doing little to help me slip out of them. They were on tight and they were strong, the chains twice as thick as the cuffs the enforcers had back in Aras. I had tried, tried and tried but I couldn’t slip out of them.

But that didn’t stop me from continuing to try. I took a deep breath and pulled as hard as I could on the cuff. My hand was white and pasty; the fingertips going blue from all the trauma I had been putting them through.

Nothing.

They can’t kill you, Reaver. Just remember that. They can’t kill you.

My eyes shot to the door as I heard the latch unlock. To my surprise a growl vibrated the back of my throat. Never in my life had I made a noise like that, I had only heard it from Jade.

To further the confirmation of my current mental state, I shifted my body back on the bed until my naked back was being stung by the cold iron. Like a caged animal as soon as its abuser came into view.

When I saw Nero I lunged, my wrists snapping back with a ripping pain that I paid no attention to. I growled and tried to stare him down, locking my eyes with his as he shut the door behind him and beheld me with a smile.

“You’re not doing yourself any favours, sweetcakes. I love them biting. I love them thrashing.” Nero’s face split into a grin and he started to walk towards me. I refused to move though I wanted to back away from him as far as I could. “I love them cumming as I split them in half.”

I chuckled and shook my head, trying not to recoil when he reached over and ran a finger down my shoulder and arm. “You can bluff as much as you want. Your master would boil you alive if you fucked me. Don’t make me laugh. He wants me a bottom-virgin and you know that as much as I do.”

I smirked at Nero and stayed steeled in my position as his finger traced down my side to my groin.

I let out a grunt when he roughly grabbed my balls. I gritted my teeth together with such force I heard a crack go through the back one. My mind was screaming in the pain but I held it back.

“Silas doesn’t even know you’re here, baby. You think Kess is gonna let him bring you to Skyfall so he can crown you? Please. You’re all mine.” He squeezed my balls tighter and with that a cry of pain escaped my lips. I swore, my body frozen and rigid.

“No one knows you’re here. You’re all mine, bro-bro. All mine.”

They can’t kill me.

A gasp of relief came from my lips as he released my balls from his hand. “You can’t hide me forever. And the moment I see him I’ll be sure to mention that I am no longer –”

Nero raised his fist and punched me right in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I took in a gasp before feeling my wrists snap back as I automatically tried to grab my stomach.

Nero chuckled; he brought a hand up to my face. When he withdrew it I could see it coated in gleaming blood. My nose had started to bleed.

He brought it up to his mouth and licked it. “I remember the first time I saw you. Hot as shit with that cigarette in your mouth, looking like such the little hard ass.”

Nero leaned over to kiss my neck. I took that opportunity and sunk my teeth into the side of his neck. I bit down and hard.

To my shock he didn’t even flinch. As I bit through his flesh, slowly pressing my teeth through his neck like I was biting through bread... he continued to calmly speak.

“I wondered to myself: What does his face look like while he’s getting fucked?”

I pulled the chunk of flesh away, watching the last string of skin stretch before snapping back to the rest of his body. I held the piece of neck in my mouth and watched him.

Nero’s smile widened, blood running down in thick bands onto the white bedspread underneath my body. Not once did Nero Dekker wince or show any sign that he was in pain. He only stared, with a hunger on him that made the panic in my gut grow.

“I bet he’s just a big bad ass on the surface... but the moment I put my cock inside of him, he’s going to just melt in my hand.”

I glared at him, his flesh dangling from my lips.

“Are you gonna eat that or not?” Nero smirked and got on his hands and knees. He leaned down until we were face-to-face and took his own flesh into his mouth.

He ripped it out of my teeth and a moment later it disappeared down his throat.

“You have no idea what a sick fuck I am, Reaver. You have no idea what I am going to do to you.” He licked his bloodstained lips and put a hand on my cheek.

I was too angry to move. I continued to glare at him as he stroked my cheek; his face only inches away from mine.

“You are going to die many times, my friend,” I whispered to him. “And many more after I am king.”

“I fuck kings.” Nero pressed his lips against mine, his weight making my body fall back onto the bed. Immediately I opened my mouth to bite him.

Like he was waiting for it, I felt something wedge between my teeth. I tried to spit it out but he shoved it so far back into my molars I couldn’t move my jaw.

Nero chuckled and freely licked my lips with his tongue. “I always liked it when they had sharp teeth. Oh, you should see my body after Sanguine gets finished with me, last time it took me a week to recover.” The brute chimera slipped a hand onto my stomach, before to my surprise he glanced behind him.

“Tie his legs back.”

I saw a black-haired boy behind him, doing his best to avoid eye contact with me. His hands were shaking and he looked scared, I wonder how many times he had been torn in half by Nero.

I heard the shifting of chains though when the boy touched my leg I tensed it back and delivered him a kick right to his chest.

With a scream the boy fell backwards, skidding on the floor and taking a good amount of the area rug with him. Nero laughed at this before snapping his head away from me as I lunged to take another chunk out of him. I could hear the boy whimpering on the floor.

Nero let out a barking laugh. “Get back up, you whiny little shit. I said fuckin’ chain him!”

The kid got up again, rubbing his chest which was already forming the red outline of a welt. He sniffed and grabbed the chains again.

This time Nero grabbed my leg. I already had a thick iron ring around both of my ankles. Without effort, no matter how much I twisted and kicked the brute chimera held my leg as the boy clicked the chains to it. With a slew of spat curses and oaths that I would one day fulfil he chained my other leg back.

Okay, Reaver, what now? How are you going to handle this? How are you going to stop what he has every intention of doing.

No, he won’t do shit to me. Silas wants me pure and clean for him. He was intently interested back in Aras about the extent of my sexual exploits. He wanted my first time taking it to be with him. No fucking way he would let Nero take that prize from him.

The chimera held out his hand and immediately the black-haired boy gave him a cigar, before, with a struggle, the boy managed to flick the flint of the lighter. He lit the cigar for Nero and quickly walked back into the shadows of the room.

Nero took an inhale of the cigar and removed his shirt. He lay down beside me, though all I could see was his frame in the corner of my vision. I was still staring forward, freezing my body in its state, not allowing my brain to shift a single muscle out of place.

I am a chimera. I am a clone of King Silas. I am the Reaper; I am better than all of them.

A plume of sour smelling smoke reached my nostrils. He blew it up and down my body before dashing the ashes on my chest.

Nero put a finger on my stomach and traced a circle, but I didn’t move. I stayed still, even when he started rubbing the cigar ash into my chest. He wasn’t speaking and neither was I. Not even the boy in the shadows breathed a breath out of place.

Another suck of the cigar, before I heard a hand start to fumble with his belt. He removed his pants and I heard them fall to the ground. The faint smell of cologne mixed itself in with the cigar smoke and the blood from both of our fresh wounds.

“You know what to do,” he said to the boy.

My own restraint surprised even me when he brushed a taunting finger over my dick. He picked it up and chuckled to himself. “They even spliced the cut-gene into you, eh? Perhaps Lycos knew just how much fun we have chewing off that foreskin.” Nero’s finger traced down even lower and to my surprise I heard the chains tighten.

My leg rose and the chain on my knees made it bend back, exposing myself to him.

When I felt his finger push against my hole I completely lost my mind.

Every ounce of hastily gathered restraint snapped and crumbled as he put pressure on his finger. My cold countenance and steeled self-control was lost as a rage inside of me erupted that I was in no state to control. No pursed lips or clenched fists could win me back my sanity. They had left me the moment his finger confirmed his intentions.

Nero laughed, and as I bellowed out a loud threat, he pushed the digit inside of me.

My jaw set and I tried to thrash my legs but with another jingling of chains my binds became tight. The boy in the shadows was controlling my body like a puppet. This wasn’t just an ordinary fucking bedroom; this was some sort of fucked up sex dungeon.

And I was stuck here.

Nero moved his finger in and out of me with a low chuckle, before I felt the pressure of a second one enter me.

“Such a tight little bitch,” he purred, “and here you are just wrapped up and hand-delivered.” He put a hand on my other leg and pushed it back. I saw his two fingers moving in and out of my ass.

Then my eyes fell lower, past his fingers to his own rock-hard cock. Thick and long like all chimeras, rigid and holding a drip of precum on the tip. I looked away from it, my jaw tight and my eyes a blaze of anger. My mind racing at what I was supposed to do, if there was anything I could do to get out of this.

There were limited options inside of my head and most of them I quickly dismissed. I was a greywaster, a chimera, and an immortal. And because of that –

Nero positioned himself over me; he put a hand on my chin and made me face him.

I will not beg.

Nero chuckled and shook my chin, trying to get me to look at him but I refused eye contact. I smelled lube, I smelled blood... I smelled him.

I will not cry.

An ear-splitting scream rose unbidden from my throat, as an overwhelming pain and pressure shot and pulverised every single one of my senses. At my display Nero Dekker laughed and pushed himself further inside of me; fully penetrating me.

I will not beg.

I will not fucking...

... fucking cry.

I am

I am a chi-

Another scream. Nero roughly ripped himself out of me only to plunge himself back into my ass. My teeth gritted and ground roughly against one another; my hands clenching so hard my fingernails broke and sunk into my skin.

No, no, no... why aren’t you obeying your master, you fucking son of a bitch. Silas will kill you... you fucking piece of shit. Fuck – fuck – FUCK!

My chest convulsed, my body contorted and twisted in my binds as I thrashed like an animal. I was unaware of my movements or what I was trying to do. All I could feel was the blinding pain as he drove himself in and out of me, and the madness that it brought to my body and mind.

I was thrashing, yanking, and pulling my bound arms as I tried to hit him. Shifting my body away from him to try and get relief from the intense pressure and pain between my legs. But he had me pinned and he had my arms chained. No matter how hard I pulled or moved I remained in the same spot, stuck underneath this brute chimera as he skewered me like a fucking animal.

Nero was laughing; he had never stopped laughing. He had a hand on my forehead, pressing down to escape my gnashing and snapping teeth. His other hand was holding back my leg, pushing it back so I had full view of him ramming his bloodied dick in and out of me.

Shit... I was bleeding, look how bad I’m bleeding. In my madness I had to stop and stare at it roughly being drive into me, glistening and glassy with my own blood. It was all over me, seeping out of my backside, sticking to my inner thighs and his pubic hair.

“All virgins bleed,” Nero’s voice whispered in my ear, deliberately he pushed my knee up higher as if wanting me to see every bit of what he was doing. “Whether it be a tight little cicaro whose voice is still cracking, or a twenty-year-old chimera too manly to let his little boy toy fuck him. They all bleed the same.”