Breaking broken love aft.., p.17
Breaking Broken (Love After Life), page 17
I bite back the rage.
Slow and steady, Siren. Slow and fucking steady.
“You’re getting good at regenerating, aren’t you, baby?” My voice is low, husky. “I’m going to kill you, but you know that already. I won’t do it here. Too messy.”
As my charm starts to materialise, I take her by the arm to move her back towards the forest. She’s already looking at me, prime for the taking. The pink snakes swim off my skin and they move closer, hissing, tongues flicking, desperate for her drunk obedience. She doesn’t know the danger she’s in.
But then, before they can taste her, she reaches into the pocket of her dark coat. She yanks something out.
Sunglasses?
They look ordinary. Dark lenses. Black frame. Simple. The kind you’d buy in a superstore, but when she lifts them to her face, I know— deep in the darkest whispers of my soul— that nothing about this is ordinary. The moment the lenses slide over the bridge of her nose, the air shudders, like a noose around my throat.
My snakes repel suddenly as though she’s turned invisible.
And then she lunges.
I’m startled by the sudden attack. I barely have time to yelp before the ground vanishes from beneath me. Wind rushes past my ears, the world blurs into pinks as though my pixels have exploded. The air fractures like shattered glass.
And then, I’m falling.
Falling.
Thud.
I slam against the ground with a gasp. The force of impact shocks my bones, forcing them to vibrate far longer than they should. Pain sears through me and my palms scrape against something wet. Something smells wrong. Decay mixed with heavy rainfall slips up my nostrils. The damp grass makes my palms itch, and even when I push away from the ground, the tickling sensation continues in my hand. Swaying and disorientated, I shake, my breath ragged. The air is thick and it’s hard to draw anything in without it immediately becoming stale against my lips. It’s as though somebody has a wet flannel to my lips, and I’m forced to inhale.
Something wet dribbles down my forehead. I touch it. Blood stains my fingertips. I blink rapidly before scanning my surroundings.
A forest.
That’s what I think this is. There are bushes, roots and brambles. The ground is uneven, dark green, shifting in a way that makes it look alive and te trees loom over a beaten track, their skeletal branches like fingers reaching out to touch me. The path descends into darkness. I feel the pull of the depravity, whispering my name. It’s soft at first like a caress from a distant lover, but then my name is sharper, more of an insult—a demand.
The air seems to pulse. I spin, knowing I need to get away from the monsters lurking in the shadows, but the forest encloses me. I’m trapped.
Laughter drags my attention back towards the darkness. Only this time, the route has changed. Light reveals that the path stretches beyond. There is a crossroads merely a few metres from me. In the middle of the road, Stray suddenly stands. Her head falls back, cackling as if this is all some elaborate joke.
“Where—” I suck in a breath. “Where the fuck are we?”
She bites back a giggle, smiling knowingly. “Somewhere better.”
She moves, and the path deforms again. It shudders as though a terrible wind sweeps past it. Beneath my feet, the floor trembles and groans as the world alters, like it’s a living thing. I know exactly what it is.
A labyrinth.
A maze.
Fuck.
“Get me out of here!” I strike forward, but I’m stopped as the branches suddenly move. I scramble, my pulse thundering. With a scream, I leap around to avoid the striking branches, but they’re too fast. Without warning, they wrap around each of my ankles, pulling hard, and suddenly, I’m forced to spread my legs for them.
I yelp. “Stop! Stop it!”
Stray simply laughs. The sound is so light, so delicious. More branches strike forward and secure my wrists apart. She flicks her finger— such a small, minute movement, and yet the restraints tighten as though I’m being stretched limb from limb.
“Let me go!”
The truth suddenly dawns on me. It was all a trap.
“You tricked me!” I wheeze.
“You came willingly.” She gives me a pointed look as her smile grows. “You grabbed me, Siren.”
My stomach twists and my breath catches between my lips. I’m stuck, spread eagle in the middle of fucking nowhere, for her to do whatever she wants with me. Her eyes drag to my exposed thighs from where my mini skirt rides up.
“It’s my turn to play.” She says, tilting her head. She moves slowly, advancing towards me. Every step is steady, calculated as though she is drawing out my suffering.
“Don’t.” I say warningly.
She plays naïve. “Don’t what?”
She’s so close I can feel her hot breath fanning my cheek. Her eyes remain on my naked thighs spread for her. I can hear the racing of her heart, see her flushed cheeks. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and smiles. Her fingers reach out as she gently caresses my thigh. It’s such a light touch, but it leaves a burning trail in its wake.
I groan. “Stray—”
Her gaze hardens.
“It’s Maze.”
She grinds her name out slowly, purposefully, dragging the vowels. “Ma-aze.”
“Look Stra—”
Thwack.
She spanks my thigh suddenly, her cold palm against my burning skin makes me scream.
“What the fuck, Stray!”
Thwack! Thwack!
“Maze.” I correct myself. Tears prick in my eyes instinctively. Horrified, my head lulls forward. Submission tortures me.
“Learning already,” she muses. “Perhaps you’ll learn quicker than I had to.”
She leaves her fingers against my thigh, revelling in the heat my abused skin gives her. I bare my teeth menacingly, “Let me go.”
“Aw, we’ve heard that one before, haven’t we?”
Blind fury takes a hold of me. “I mean it! I’ll make sure you suffer for the rest of your fucking life for this! Just you wait until I get out!”
Her bottom lip pops out and she tuts patronisingly. “Sure you will.”
Her fingers slide over my thighs to my ass and she squeezes. Hard. With everything I can muster, I bite back the moan.
This is my game. Not hers.
“Welcome to the maze, baby.” Her lips curl into a smirk. “What? Did you really think I’d go easy on you because we’re girls?”
Oh, Hell.
“People will know I’m gone.” I grind out. It takes a lot of pressure to lower my shoulders and relieve the dull ache. “They’ll find me soon enough.”
“No, they won’t.”
My blood chills. “What do you mean?”
“They’re all dead.”
“What?” I inhale sharply. “What the fuck are you—”
“I killed them all.”
“No, you haven’t.” It’s a dry scoff; one filled with delirium and I wait for her to crack. Eye to twitch. Lip to flicker. Anything to show me she’s lying.
Nothing.
“Why the fuck—” the anger claws up at my throat. “What have you done, Stray? What the fuck have you done?”
She becomes animated. “What, so you’re allowed to kill people but I’m not?”
It can’t be true. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not my weak, pathetic Stray.
And yet… those eyes. They’ve seen death, bathed in it. They look so familiar as though I’m staring into my own reflection.
“No! Yes! Ah, fuck—” the weight of the situation presses down on my chest. She killed anyone and everyone who’d investigate my disappearance. It’s not like anyone else at school will be missing me. I am a fucking bitch. They’d probably relax in my absence.
What about my dads?
Sin knows better than to search for me, and Lust… I pushed him away. Locked him out. He’ll be hurting.
Fuck’s sake!
“Aw, I can see the pretty cogs turning in your little head,” Maze taunts. “Give up, Siren. Nobody will miss you.”
I swallow hard. “What are you going to do with me?”
She ponders on this thought for a beat too long. The silence absolutely destroys my trembling body and just when I think she’s going to ignore me, she leans forward. Her hot breath kisses my lips, and I instinctively pull towards her. She smile and it’s dangerous, deranged. The smile of someone who has totally lost their mind.
“Let’s see if I can break broken.”
She mocks my promise to her the day I took her innocence.
I’m speechless. Dumbfounded. Mute.
How the fuck do I answer?
She breaks the silence. “You’re so pretty, Siren. Have I ever told you that? You have a beauty that makes me shake.”
Her sudden confidence makes my head fucking reel. This isn’t how it should be. I am the one in control. The one who owns her, and yet… her fingers sink harder into my ass until I’m sure her nails are tearing through skin and I yelp in pain. In the same motion, she thrusts herself against my body. She’s so hot, so soft. I melt into her touch even though I know I should resist. Her thigh slips between my spread legs, and she grinds. A mewl escapes me before I can stop it. Before I can steal any pleasure, she removes her body from mine. She lifts my skirt and laughs, staring at the obviously damp part of my panties.
“What a sight,” she marvels. “Look at you—spread out, desperate, a dripping little mess. Have you no shame?”
“Stop this, Str—"
“It’s Maze!” she interrupts me sharply. “I should make you crawl. Naked, bruised, on your hands and knees. Maybe then you’d remember your place.”
It’s utterly degrading. Humiliating. But chillingly, her words… they sound like me.
What the fuck?
The defiance blisters up my throat like shards of glass ripping at my skin and I push forward, holding her gaze. I can see the silhouettes of her eyes through the sunglasses. Nostrils flared, I force my charms across the forest. My anger forces them out violently, wildly, and they dart towards her. However, just as they can seep through to her, the glasses reflect my pixels as though they’re beams of light.
Fuck! Fuck!
This is not good!
“Oh dear,” she muses. “It appears you’re completely defenceless.”
She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with sick delight. She savours the exact moment I realise my compromising position.
No exit. No allies. No mercy.
“Now, what ever shall I do with you?” She purrs, her breath grazing my skin. Hot, wicked and far too close. I can feel the shift in her. Danger coiling beneath her sweetness. Hot. Threatening.
And I know I’m not getting out of this unscathed.
Not by her alone.
But by what she’s become.
Chapter Nineteen
Maze
I’m alive. Wild. In a frenzy of lust.
“You’re right, Siren. This is fun. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy punishing you,” I muse. “I might even enjoy killing you too.”
She’s suddenly rigid. It’s as if the thought has only just occurred to her. A sudden flicker in her eye has me questioning everything. It looks as though she’s trapped inside, desperately willing her body to move and there is a slight twitch of her limbs as she tries to wriggle her way out, but it’s impossible. The forest forces her to bare everything to me.
Her eyes are round, large and frightened. It’s like staring back at myself—weak and defenceless. The old me, at least.
She’s gone. Dead. Siren killed her.
This is the new me. Darkness is my lover, and I plan on avenging my deaths.
I adjust the glasses on my face, smirking when the loss of hope drains her colour. With a swipe of my fingers, the forest descends into a chill. Instantly her nipples harden, straining through the material of her shirt as if to reach out and touch me.
I twist my fingers, and another root shoots out of the floor. I spank her tits hard, connecting with her nipples and her head falls back as something nothing short of a howl rips through her.
“Fuck, Maze!”
My name on her lips sends me wild. It feels so fucking good. This is what she deserves. She bullied me. She killed me.
I pull back and strike again and again until she’s panting. I stare greedily at the way her tits bulge through her shirt. I advance and she watches me, wild, lost with lust, but I see the fear just as clearly. The evil bitch is getting off on this.
“I’m going to give you just enough energy for you to remain conscious,” I strike her again until I’m sure she must be bleeding. “But not enough for you to survive. I’m going to enjoy dragging your pain out.”
My plans darken. I move silently, grabbing at her shirt. I should take my time— strip her slowly, carefully, take pleasure in her trembling body, but I’m ravenous. I need to see her bare for me. Shaking. Quivering. Begging for mercy.
Just like how she had me.
But it’s not going to plan. I’m furious because the more I strip, the hotter she gets. I want her to be scared. Terrified. A blubbering mess. Just like how I was and yet… her tanned skin looks as though it’s never had a blemish in her life. She’s so fucking beautiful it feels as though the Gods have poisoned me.
Why must she be so irresistible?
Her breasts rise and fall as her breathing becomes ragged.
“Like what you see?” She’s so fucking cocky. “Touch me. Touch what you’ve captured.”
I swallow hard, but my throat is dry. I try to regain some semblance of control, but I know it’s futile. She’s said the words; no matter what I do, it will look as if I’m obeying her. Clearing my throat, I try to break the spell, but it’s impossible. Her beauty taunts me, forcing my desire to roar to life.
I flick my fingers and the roots spank her again. This time, I can see the small red marks forming. My tongue nearly falls out of my fucking mouth and she squirms when I hit her a few more times, her hips thrusting in desperation.
I reach forward and take her nipples between my fingers. They’re hard, pebbled, begging to be played with. She mewls when I twist. Despite the cold, her skin is so hot.
She’s enjoying it far too much. I pull back as though I’ve been scorned. Roots replace my fingers, curling around her nipples. Her back arches and her head falls back.
“Fuck, Maze!” She is breathless, panting. “Baby, please!”
She’s begging— but what for? More? Less? For me to touch her instead? My head whirls. I can’t deny myself any more pleasure. I grab at my own breasts, twisting and playing with my sensitive rosebuds just like how she used to touch me. I watch hungrily as the roots copy my movements on her.
“Filthy. Worthless. A pathetic excuse for a toy,” I snarl. “And yet, you still expect me to touch you?”
A drunken smile stretches on her face. Is that… pride? Her cheeks are flushed, and the desire swarms her just as much as it does me. A moment of madness swells through me. Fuck. I want her so much, so badly that the insanity almost consumes me. When her head falls forward, her eyes are dark, needy.
“Is that all you got? Take the sunglasses off, baby, and we can have some real fun.”
Fuck. It’s not working.
I need more.
I need violence.
My hands runs lower down my body. It trails to my stomach, running circles at the sensitive skin above my mound. The roots obey me and Siren’s eyes widen. She peers down at the huge, thick root between her thighs. She glances back at me, shaking her head slowly.
“No. Don’t—"
God, it’s larger than her mound! I can’t stop staring at how weak my bully looks right now: legs forcefully spread, cheeks flushed, unwillingly awaiting her punishment.
“It’s not going to fit!” she rasps.
My tongue darts out instinctively to wet my lips. “I’ll make it.”
“Maze, don’t—”
I move the thick tendril against her pussy, dragging it through her wetness. She cries out as her thighs tremble; I can see her desperately trying to fight against her restraints, but we’re too far gone for mercy now. The maze forces her open, making her vulnerable.
A tangled mass of forest tentacles slithers over her delicate skin. They caress her like my fingers, touching her everywhere, overwhelming her senses. One wraps around her throat, not enough to stop her breathing— but enough to remind her who is in control. Who owns her.
“No,” she whimpers, “please— ah! Ah!”
Her protest breaks into a sharp cry as one of the thick, writhing limbs strokes her in slow, taunting strokes. She’s wet. I can see it glistening off my beast. My fingers slip between my legs, and I pleasure myself to the sight.
“Don’t lie to us,” I smile. “We know that you’re desperate for more.”
She gasps when another tentacle joins the first, circling, forcing pressure on her bundle of nerves. Then, I remove it just as fast.
“You don’t get to enjoy this without suffering first.” I laugh.
“Don’t do this—” she bares her teeth menacingly.
A sharp, wet sound fills the maze as the slick muscular appendage nudges at her entrance. And then, without giving her time to adjust, my creature forces its way inside of her. She screams. Gods, she is so fucking beautiful like this— back arching, fingers flexing into fists, toes curling in pain. Her mouth falls open, a soundless sob, as the thickness stretches her, fills her in a way she’s never been filled before. It presses against her swollen slit that’s already taken too much. She clenches her eyes shut, shaking her head wildly.
I cackle. “You’re not even a God anymore— just a thing for me to fuck, use and break.”
“Fuck! Maze! Fuck!”
Another tentacle strikes at her nipples. I increase the pressure around her throat until her eyes are bugging.
“Good girl.” I purr, dipping a finger inside of myself. Her shame is intoxicating. Her eyes are wet, and her cheeks are crimson, but her body? Her body has betrayed her. She can’t stop them. The tentacles move faster, thrusting deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of her being fucked by my forest echo loudly.
