Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen 2)

Jule’s firm grip grasped my cheeks, and she forced me back toward Ky’s room, Tiff opening the door and slamming it closed when we were through.

I managed to pull from Jule’s tight grip and back away to the door, but Tiff swung out her hand and hit me across the mouth and I fell down upon the bed, the two women looming close.

Lights danced in my eyes at the force and I tried to focus.

“We’re gonna taste you, Lilah. We’re gonna show you how to have a good time. We wanna show Ky he can have all of us.”

“We’re gonna show you why Ky used to come to us. Before you came along and fucked everything up. You’re gonna enjoy it, baby. You’re gonna come so hard.”

“No!” I cried, my body racked with fear as Tiff kneeled on the bed at my head and Jules at my feet. Jule’s blurry eyes narrowed and, slowly, she looked me up and down.

“I’m sick of seeing these fuckin’ ugly clothes.” She bent down and started pulling up my long dress as Tiff grabbed my hands and held my wrists above my head. I cried out, tasting blood in my mouth from Tiff’s hit as air hit my exposed legs, and Jules and Tiff only laughed, seeming to enjoy my pain.

“I beg you, please. Do not do this!” I whispered, but Jule’s hand continued to lift my dress until it was gathered at my waist. Fingers gripped onto the side of my undergarments and, in seconds, Jules had thrown them on them on the floor.

“Mmm, Tiff, would you look at that pretty pussy,” Jules slurred, and her finger landed on my knee and slowly headed north. I flayed my feet trying to throw her off, but Tiff pressed down harder on my wrists and gripped my cheeks in her hand with an almost bruising strength.

I whimpered and I cried, but they did not care. And then Jule’s finger reached the apex of my thighs and I cried out in panic as her fingertip ran along the seam of my private parts, my legs stiffening as tears poured down my cheeks. Jules finger became unrelenting, as she circled and caressed me, moving over me to press her lips across my face.

“You’re so, wet, baby,” Jules murmured into my ear, her finger increasing in speed. “You wet for me, baby? You like me petting this pretty pussy?” I stared at the ceiling, my mind becoming numb. “You’re so beautiful. So beautiful, baby…” I hated the sensation of her touching me, rubbing at the bud at the top.

Tiff’s face suddenly came into view above me. She lifted her hand and ripped the headdress from my head, my blond hair falling down spilling on to the linen. Then she reached down and unbuttoned the front of my dress, wrenching it apart, my breasts coming into view.

Tiff’s eyes lit with fire as she inspected my body. Trailing a finger down my cheek and along the front of my throat.

“No!” I called out, but Tiff ignored my wishes and leaned down, pressing herself against my chest, her hand cupping my breast, her fingers clamping around the nipple. I screamed upon feeling a red-hot pain.

“Look at you, baby. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous. That body… shit! No wonder Ky can’t keep his dick away from you.”

“Please,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. “Please let me go.”

Tiff’s hand froze on my breast. As she reared back, I allowed myself to exhale in relief. But I need not have bothered, for when I relaxed, she raised her hand at great speed and hit me so hard across my face that a high-pitched ringing sounded in my ears. The taste of coppery blood further filled my mouth and everything seemed to slow down.

I rolled back my heavy head to look at her. Tiff caught my unsteady gaze and leaned forward until we were nose to nose. “We’re gonna fuck you, baby. We’re gonna see just why Ky dumped our asses for you.”

Pain sliced through my lower half as Jules became too rough. I tensed at this desecration of my body and I cried out in fear.

It was happening again! Just as Prophet David had said. I had tempted again. Tiff and Jules were being driven insane by the satanic desire to devour me, to possess me…teach me a lesson for owning this cursed body and robbing them of the man they held so dear.

I was being punished. I was always being punished!

Lord! I had let my guard down with Ky’s return. Let my sinful desire to see him overtake my sensibilities.

The devil would be dancing.

Tiff’s hand moved over my chest and her palm continued to grab at my breasts as I stared blankly at the ceiling. I had to shut his out. I had to shut it all out.

Reminded of the commune and my many hours of schooling by Brother Noah, I reverted back to my old coping mechanism and switched off, mentally taking myself away from this horrible place, until—

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?”

Hearing a deafening roar come from the doorway, I saw a man enter the room… and my heart soared with hope.

Ky. I whimpered in gratitude and relief.

His tanned rugged face was awash with horror as his blue eyes took in the scene. Then his expression darkened to one of murderous rage.

Behind me, Tiff froze over my bruised, bare flesh, then backed away, leaving my exposed body on show. Jule’s fingers dropped from between my legs and she scampered over the mattress to join Tiff. I tried to move, but I was frozen in place. Every part of me screamed in pain and fear, rendering me unresponsive. When Ky glanced down at me, I saw the same fear reflected in his eyes. It was not fear for himself, but fear for me.

Behind Ky, the door smashed open again. Hush and Cowboy burst through.

“Shit!” Cowboy spat as he saw me on the bed with bitter tears dripping down my nose. “Shit! Lilah!”