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Ruth didn’t realize she was crying till she began tasting salt on the palm she placed over her mouth.
She had to cover her nose with her second palm to block out sniffles that might accompany the tears.
She wants to cover her eyes too to keep herself from the pain of watching, but the strength ain’t there.
She could only hide under the large bed and watch and cry as Tobias mouth ravaged and devoured the breasts of his brother’s wife like it’s some newly invented dish.
His head didn’t maintain a spot. It kept switching positions, going left, right, and peeping low, all while hungrily sucking on Seraphina’s bossom, alternating between the two n+ples and running his hands over her body—the skin, the ass.
Each time he squeezed the a+s, a loud spank followed, and the a+s responds by shaking like it understood the assignment. Seraphina herself?
She was in a forbidden place she shouldn’t even be. She saw the fire, saw the intensity of the flames, but still choose to crawl to burn.
She moaned like she needed the ruins, like her destruction was all that mattered. Like her funeral in sin was all she needed.
She felt herself falling deep into the darkness, and she didn’t scream for help. Instead, she cried for more.
Now, her imagination flipped.
It’s not the Leader of Valhalla sitting on the throne, touching her like a slave. Now, it’s him, it’s Father.
Her Father—Tobias.
She sieved away the image Valhalla grounds left in her head, taking in images of Tobias alone.
He was still sucking, still eating the n+ples like he wants to have them forever. She felt the soreness on the br+sts, and she doesn’t even want it to stop.
A loud, bouncy sound slammed through the air when his palm smacked her naked ass again, painting it with more red and sin.
“Ohh!” She sounded strangled, head thrown behind as she tried to touch him too, her legs on his waist going slack from too much friction.
If one could die of over-wetness, she’d be in abyss right now.
She hasn’t felt this much before. Maybe power makes one wet too? She felt it oozing from him, and she absorbed it, breathed it in.
She got intoxicated.
But Tobias wasn’t gonna let her have it all inside this Rectory.
That’ll be a breach of promise.
He doesn’t do that.
So, he left the room like that with her naked body around him.
At the same time, he sent a text to Jude, ordering that he wants the Church empty, and all compound lights out. He ordered darkness in every building including the Church itself. Jude obeyed.
A minute after Tobias sent the text, it was all done.
He carried Seraphina out of the Rectory, his mouth still tight around her chest like a metal screw.
Meanwhile, back inside the bedroom, Ruth could finally come out from under the bed.
Her tears soaked that spot she placed her face on under the bed.
She felt useless and rejected. The extra work she put to buy n+ple rings and shit is all wasted.
She wasn’t even looked at.
It was another lady.
It was his brother’s wife.
So….this is it?
Seraphina is the new bî+ch?
She was wiping her tears as she put on her clothes in the dark.
She rushed out of the Rectory.
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[Church]
At 10:30, Seraphina’s back hit the marble on the altar of the dark, silent Church. Her panty—the only thing covering her ass, came off.
It was ripped apart by Tobias’s fingers, then he wore it like a mask over her eyes and nostrils.
Her mouth was left free for moans, and her legs were arched up, knees high and toes folded.
She didn’t even know when he went low between her legs, but she knew when his mouth captured her cl+t, sucking slow, teasing, then releasing before flipping them apart with his tongue. He licked, stroked.
“Damnit! Father….Fath….shhh….”
Under the pressure of darkness and the warmth of his mouth, she couldn’t find where she stood.
She lost herself.
He licked even the parts she had no idea existed inside her.
Her mouth opened and closed anytime she felt his tongue operating.
Tobias wasn’t just giving her head. He wasn’t just eating her up.
He was making her disappear.
She thought she knew a new level of pleasure when his mouth was on her chest, but that would be crazily overrated compared to this.
She shook so much she nearly lost her body parts to the floor.
He held her cl+t apart with his fingers, licking her p+sy repeatedly, doing the tongue thing which made her squirt all-over his face.
“Oh…. Father…. Oh….my Gawd!”
“I…. I’m so f+kin…. Ahhhh!!!!”
Her scream pierced the walls of the Church when he wrapped his lips around her cl+t, letting it slide off before stroking with his thumb, then he went in with it tongue again.
She went soft, boneless.
He ate her p+sy like a motherfuckin’ hungry Dog. A starving man.
He ate like he was digging for treasure. He ate like a greedy f+k.
The way he knows how to switch between eating, sucking, licking and stroking or just inhaling the scent of her kitty? It made her crazy.
Her thighs vibrated, insides clenching, p+sy spasming around his tongue and spilling like a lake.
She saw meteors.
She saw constellations.
She saw the big dipper and more.
Things she never saw before.
When she shattered in his mouth for the third time, she was already losing her mind, but he was already eating her again, hanging her legs over his shoulder, he growled on her heat.
“Oh no….” Her voice broke. “Oh…no….I can’t….Father, please…. please….I…..oh…..”
Her hand found his hair, pulling, begging, pleading.
The mask over her nose contributed to her thinning breaths.
Breathing with her mouth is impossible since she’s saying every unintelligible things with it.
Her hold on his hair began slacking, eyes watering under the fabric.
And when she felt the spill of holy water on her skin, she went down.
He had poured holy water on her.
And it reached everywhere. Br+sts, tummy, face, ass p+sy… thighs.
Now, she’s preparing to shatter for the fifth time, but he’s still eating.
Her p+sy can’t take it anymore.
Her body can’t take this eating.
Her stomach can’t take the wickedness of his mouth.
She went flat, hands slipping….
“Black….Ro….se….”
She managed to call that before c+mming in his mouth again.
Tobias raised his head, licking his lips as her body went limp on the floor.
He knew it’d end like this.
He knew he was gonna lose his shit.
That’s why he instantly told her to pick a safe word before diving into this part with her.
He knew the power of his f+ked up mouth and his insatiable hunger.
But if she passed out on his mouth, what would happen to her when he stuffs her with his có+k?
Such a coward.
He covered the holy water and set the remaining one down, then he got his phone out of his pocket.
With the phone flashlight, he stared at her unconscious face.
Sweaty. Red. Tired. Used.
But above all, she looks satisfied.
Great. Cos she deserves to be satisfied for now. She smashed his challenge.
Or at least, she’d have smashed it if her family didn’t sabotage her.
He looked at her ear, realizing he hadn’t seen her wear earrings before.
No. He hadn’t seen her wear jewelry or makeup or fancy stuff at all.
This one right here doesn’t even wear lipstick or anything flashy.
How dull.
“I’m so sorry… I’ll do better…” She suddenly mumbled from her unconscious state.
His eyes lowered to her mouth.
Then, she talked again…
“It’s not my fault that I’m dull…. it’s not my fault that I’m…a stammerer….but I’ll do better…”
“I’m trying my best, it’s just not sticking no matter how much I study… I want to be loved too….I want a hug from my parents too….”
All of these, from her unconsciousness.
And she’s crying too. Tiny tears slipped out of her eyes.
Tobias looked away from her and her tears and her mutterings.
He picked up his phone and dialled Yalda real quick.
“What’s the order, First Man?” Her voice slapped the speakers.
“What’s happening in Redd Holdings tommorow?” Tobias asked.
“Nothing peculiar,” Yalda provided. “But it’s Kimmy’s birthday.”
“Prepare a press conference then,” Tobias stood. “Set it for 9am, and invite all the reporters that came for the initial press conference. Invite more than that, and get a larger podium.” He continued talking.
“Got it, Wrath.” Yalda copied fast and hung up smoothly.
Tobias returned his phone to his pocket, looking back at Seraphina who’s still down and mumbling different kinda things.
But he’s not a consoler.
He makes people cry, not stop their tears, so she can cry all she wants.
They’re on a deal for her to give him her body, and him to give her a life.
And that’s that.
He dialled Yalda again.
“Any other thing, Wrath?” She picked.
“Know what? Let Migos handle the press conference stuff. You’re closer to the Church. Get some female clothes and come over to the Church with one extra female Odd.”
He hung up without leaving a negotiation space.
He only waited for three more minutes before Yalda appeared in the Church with another female cultist.
They brought female clothes as requested.
“Get her dressed and take her to your place. Get her lenses.” Tobias ordered her and stepped out of the Church.
“That was cold as fû+k, Wrath.” Yalda muttered, not daring to look at Seraphina’s nakedness.
As a lesbian, she’s equivalent to a man at some point, so she let the other female cultist handle it.
The Odd wore Seraphina the dress, and Yalda lifted Seraphina to her arms, taking her out.
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Tobias got himself a lighter and weed when he arrived back at his Rectory, then he stood by his window, staring out to the night as he smoked.
As expected, the rat under his bed was already gone when he came back, so he’s alone now.
But no matter how hard he smoked, the taste of her p+sy refused to just vanish from his mouth.
Damn that juiciness.
That slow bî+ch is persistent, both in person and in taste.
They’re always like that.
Kelly? Ruth? Now her.
Hard to hide.
His mind lingered on Kelly, and he did a little flashback to the night he found her riding Dean’s có+k in her hostel in Hollow University.
He never formed attachment with the bitches he fucked.
One month, he was done with their ar+es, but he f+ked Kelly for three months to the surprise of his cult and himself. He was stunned, too.
Maybe because she posed like a innocent little lamb too, at first.
But she proved she wasn’t anywhere near innocent when she pulled that move with Dean on the night of the faculty dinner.
He’d have killed the two of them, but Kelly wasn’t that important to get killed for her p+sy.
Dean wasn’t worth dying by his hands too. He kills people who’re worth it, not ones like Dean.
Not ones like Kelly.
So he only gave them little slashes and let them go.
But this new innocent-act one even makes him wanna kill Valhalla Club Leader now. He wants to kill him.
She probably thought he was disgusted with her earlier, but he was actually disgusted by the fact that Valhalla Leader lay his hands on her.
He’s disgusted by Valhalla Leader, not her. He wants to kill that fucker.
And he will.
He took a drag, grunting as it hit the right damn spot.
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[Nuns Convent – Ruth’s Room]
This is starting to feel like the night she was beaten by female Odds in Hollow University once again.
The difference is that she’s not screaming or begging.
She’s only crying now.
Since witnessing the scene at Tobias room, Ruth has been crying.
She cried from when she left his Rectory till she got here.
She let it flow.
She knew what she saw at the Rectory wasn’t all. She saw when Tobias carried that lady out, and she knew he was going to continue doing it whenever he took her.
Did he f+k her?
Did he put his c+k in the p+ssy of that thing?
The same có+k he’s striving to get back inside herself.
How?
Because she’s full everywhere?
She let out a sarcastic laugh which soaked through her tears for a while before she resumed crying in full.
She picked up her phone when she received a ring.
It’s her mother, on FaceTime.
She wiped her tears before picking.
A freckled woman with caramel hair and few brow hair appeared on screen, smiling sophisticatedly.
“Hey, mum.” Ruth sounded sick.
“Are you ok, daughter?” The woman noticed her weakness.
“I’m fine, just somehow sick.”
“Somehow sick?” The woman pulled her brows together. “Yunno I’ve been singing about coming to get you at the church, but you’ve been so adamant about it. I love the idea of you serving God too, but you can do that in our house like me and your father and siblings.”
“I’m fine here, mum.” Ruth sighed.
“Are you hiding something from me again?” The woman scoffed. “You hide lots of things, like who attacked you in your hostel and waterboarded you, hung you upside down years back in University….you have refused to give me a name!”
“Are you gonna continue this scolding and nagging tonight?” Ruth sighed, tired of her talking.
The woman gave up.
“You don’t look like you’re in our house,” Ruth noticed.
“Yeah, I came with your father for a night soiree at the Whitehouse.” The woman smiled widely.
“Yunno, sometimes, I totally forget my mom is a cousin to the President of this country.” Ruth chuckled.
“You better not forget that often anymore. Wait up, I’ll get the President on screen for you. He asked of you earlier!” the woman said fast.
“You’ll have to call back then!” Ruth got up. “I have something to finish.”
She hung up and turned around.
Nun Estelle is awake finally, and she’s getting up from under the bed right now, wincing while holding her head with her second hand.
Ruth waited for her to get her bearings and stand straight.
Estelle took her hand away from her head, slowly. Seeing blood? She screamed out.
“You did this to me? You did this?” She looked up, eyes meeting Ruth’s.
“You should get out, and never tell anyone what you saw. I don’t have the time to deal with your shit right now.” Ruth said like it was weightless.
“Get out and not tell anyone you have piercings and rings on your n+ples?” Estelle blinked shockingly. “You nearly killed me! I was under your bed for hours! This is blood!” Estelle pointed her palm forward. “I’m telling this to the Priest, the Church, and the whole NYC!” She yelled.
Angered, Ruth pulled a gun out from under the same bed.
Estelle stumbled back skittishly, falling against the door as her breathings went away.
“G….gu…n….Ru..th…” She shifted, crawling on her butt.
Keeping her aim straight, Ruth followed her, steps silent.
“I only entered the Church, Estelle. The Church never entered me. The bi+ch is still intact, and now that I witnessed another bitch enjoying what’s for me, the bitch is out to play so hard. If you dare open that mouth and tell a living soul you saw piercings on me,…….”
“No! I….” Estelle covered her mouth with her palm quickly. “Yes! I won’t tell anyone! I. Won’t tell anyone!! I won’t!!!” She cried under her palm.
Ruth smiled. “Good.”
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[Unknown Cabin]
Even before Dean’s men got inside, Dora’s hitmen already finished off the Rednecks. Rednecks didn’t back down easily though. They fought back and took down some of the hitmen.
But Rednecks casualty is more.
Some of them escaped when they saw how underhanded they were.
Dora unwrapped the ropes around Saint, but he refused to let her help him up. He helped himself.
“How long have you known that I’m stalking you?” Dora asked grimly. “How long have you known that I have a tracker on your phone?”
Saint wasn’t in the mood to reply.
He left her hanging and went for the cabin door.
Bexley needs to pay for this.
Also, Tino didn’t come with the rest of the Asphalt Kings to save him.
It only means something bad happened to Tino.
He needs to be sure.
Dora obstructed him by the door. “I asked questions, and I expect answers from you! I came here to save you, and I expect some cooperation at least!” She shot.
Saint shoved her back by her shoulders, but her hitmen caught her and brought her back to her feet.
“Get your face off my issue, Kora. I don’t like you, but I enjoy you watching and stalking me, which is why I rewarded you with a hot picture of my balls!” He cleared.
“First, it’s Dora, not Kora…” She glared, shooting forward.
“I call people whatever the fû+k I want, man. I don’t care. But…wait, I get Bexley’s name right everytime though, what do you think is the cause of that?” He made faces. “Maybe because she’s a better badass than you. Let me tell you, I was turned on when she picked me up with the truck and tied me up here.” He laughed at Dora’s face.
Dora’s fingers rose, aiming for a slap to his face, but the entry of Dean and uncle Will interrupted that.
“C’mon, slap me!” Saint tendered his ear closer. “You don’t have an ass I can slap back, so I’ll slap you back in the face, and you’ll lose your sight.”
“Come on!” Uncle Will pulled him.
“No I want her to slap me!” Saint pulled back adamantly.
“Come the hell on!” Will pulled again, taking him out.
Dean faced Dora, giving her a tight look. “Dunno what deal you have with Saint which made you come, but he’s gonna say thank you if he wants to. I won’t say it on his behalf.” He said nonchalantly and moved out.
He joined Uncle Will and Saint by the cars outside.
“How did you know we were here?” He asked Will.
“I have my ways, Dean.” Uncle Will stated with a tone of finality, looking so restless.
“And why are you here in the hands of Rednecks?” He questioned Saint.
“Ask Dean!” Saint spat, eyes flaming. “Ask him why he sent Rednecks to raid Toby’s Rectory!”
“You did what?” Will faced Dean.
“Can we not talk about that, Uncle?” Dean sighed. “I’ve had a long night.”
“Of course that’s what you’d say!” Saint hissed at him. “But I won’t stay here waiting for details of your lies. I have Bexley to get, and I have Tino to check on. Goodnight!”
He got into Uncle Will’s car without permission and left in it.
“That jerk,” Dean muttered.
“This isn’t the time to get crazy, Dean. Your brother never changed. In fact, he worsened. The fear of your late parents is coming to pass.” Uncle Will commented seriously. “He’s killing people again, Dean. He’s—”
“Not tonight, Uncle.” Dean nodded. “Really, not tonight. Kelly is awake, and I have to go check on her.”
“Let’s go together then,” Will sighed with a nod, giving in.
“Sure,” Dean nodded back, getting in the car with him.
Dora came out of the cabin, arms folded over her chest, elbow pushing her shoulder bag back.
She stared at the distance emptily.
Saint has no fault in all of this.
Bexley is the pathogen that needs to be cleared off.
Her hitmen came out of the cabin too, lining behind her.
“Now, i want to kill Bexley with my own hands.” She said.
“Done.” The hitmen assured. “She’ll be captured alive.”
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[Tino’s Place]
The house was as silent as silence itself when Saint arrived.
He didn’t bother going to the hospital to take care of himself or tracking Bexley down first.
He came here straight.
Tino is nowhere.
And he can’t even track his phone.
It’s like the tracker on his phone has been removed or something.
Tino’s mother is a crazily overprotective one who’d always threaten to fly Tino out of the country whenever she saw him racing illegally with Asphalt Kings, but still…this can’t be it.
Tino won’t fly out of NYC without his knowledge, so what’s up?
He thought of dialling his number for dialling sake again.
This time, it went through, and as the line rang, Saint tapped his fingers at the back of his phone restlessly.
Till it picked.
“Yo, punk! Where the fû+k have you been?” He queried.
“You actually have someone you care about?” A husky voice dropped back. “That’s uncool, Saint.”
Saint recognized the voice immediately.
“Toby?” He frowned.
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[Hospital]
Kelly refused food or water from any of the nurses when she woke up.
She paraded the ward with her fingers in mouth till Dean appeared with Uncle Will behind him.
“Baby!” She lowered her fingers, flying into his arms for a hug.
“How’re you, Kell?” Dean asked, arms going her too.
“I’m good, now that you’re here. Gosh, thought I’d be losing my arm forever,” She whined like a baby.
“The probability is still high, Kelly,” Dean broke the hug. “That’s why you shouldn’t use the arm too much yet.”
“But I hugged you, and it doesn’t hurt, Dean.” She argued with a blink.
“That’s because you’re on painkillers, Kell.” Dean insisted.
“Shit,” Kelly muttered.
“Yeah, so sit still.” Dean pressed her to the bed softly.
She sat back.
And as if under a spell, Dean imagined himself holding a kitchen knife and slitting Kelly’s throat with it, her blood splattering his face, and her body falling limply.
“Baby?” Kelly’s voice called him back to his senses, making him jolt.
“Kelly?” He lifted his frame.
“Yeah? What’s wrong? You’ve been spacing out.” Kelly frowned.
“Nothing,” Dean lied. “Just thinking of what should be done about Tobias.”
“What else? Get him arrested! He shot me! The bullet and my shot arm is the evidence!” Kelly spranged up.
“No one’s involving the cops!” Uncle Will stepped in.
“Oh don’t start with your bullshit of protecting him again!” Dean argued.
“No, Dean!” Uncle Will snapped. “You’re mostly the starter of everything that ever happened between the two of you. If you didn’t send men to rob him, this wouldn’t happen. Stop playing victim!”
“He nearly killed Kelly!” Dean argued again, obstinate.
“And you know he’d have killed her if he wanted!” Uncle Will snapped. “Leave him alone! I’m still working on how to contain him in that Church and make his bloodshed minimal. What I want you to focus on is the Empire! Focus on making it prosper beyond NYC and other countries!”
Dean’s jaws clenched.
Kelly was speechless behind them. She decided not to disrupt.
But she’s sure of one thing; she’s going to call the cops.
Now, or tommorow.
She’s filing a secret case against Tobias St. Graves.
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[Next Morning – Yalda’s Place]
Seraphina woke up to distant exchange of words trying to make it’s way to her head.
The words kept knocking at her skull, and she feels like she knows the voices. At the same time, she doesn’t.
They sound crazy. Unhinged.
Seraphina turned in bed.
When her laps met, she felt the unforgettable electrifying soreness between her legs.
She jerked to the contact, getting detailed flashbacks.
Flashbacks of getting eaten on the altar. Flashbacks of the hour of sin.
That made her consciousness stronger, and she began hearing the two unhinged voices again.
The voices belong to the Odds—Yalda and Migos.
Why is she hearing their voices?
She sat up in bed, gasping when she saw she’s in an unfamiliar room which looks classy and badass with wigs of all types hanging by a side of the wall and a full table of makeup like this room was made for it.
Then, black butterfly drawings on the dim white wall.
Her heart raced.
Where’s she?
She rushed out of the room and tracing the two voices she’s hearing to a room that looks like a hub.
There, she saw them.
Yalda and Migos, and several other Odds. They’re there, milling like they’re in their own world.
Soft rap music played softly in the background. Words of the Odds hummed with the beat and lyrics.
Some of them are drinking, some smoking, some focused on laptops, some listening to music, some DJing.
Some are eating, too.
Different angles. Different doings.
But Yalda and Migos are the loudest. They’re the ones exchanging words.
Yalda stood by the bar, rolling a empty cup of wine in hand.
Migos sat on the snooker table, wearing glasses and cocky with pure gold chains flanking his neck.
“If you’re so important, Wrath wouldn’t tell me to organize the press conference.” Migos raised an hand.
“I was called first, man.” Yalda’s lips curled. “But because the New Meat needed clothes and shelter, I was called to come get her, so you got the press conference job instead. You’re a second option, dude.”
“Coming from a slut who fû+ks just anyone with the damn excuse of being a lesbian,” Migos stood.
“Same slut you’re obsessed with,” Yalda laughed richly.
“Obsessed with who?” Migos grinned. “I wanna f+k you and give you dollars right after.”
“You must be speaking of your mother!” Yalda raised her voice.
She’d have added more, but she saw Seraphina by the door and stopped.
She came over to her.
“Hey, New Meat.” She smiled.
Seraphina couldn’t even reply.
She only stared at her. Her high, bold, dark rich energy.
Yalda is beautiful. She felt so small and unimportant close to her.
“For starters,” Yalda shrugged. “I’m Yalda Rahimi, born in Iran, but I grew up in America. I’m Iranian-American.” She introduced.
“Why am I in this…hub?” Seraphina asked slowly.
“Hub?” Yalda chuckled. “This is my house, girl. But many of the Odds like to crash here cos…well… everyone likes Yalda, including Migos.”
“Where’s…Father?” Seraphina asked.
“He’s probably in Hell right now, and before you ask where’s that, Hell Building is where Odds meet officially. We’ll soon go there to meet him. He called me to come get you last night after he ate you.”
Seraphina’s lip bled immediately cos she bit it hard.
They know?
She’s even calling her New Meat.
Meaning…
“There were others?” She asked slowly, blinking.
“You mean other Meats?” Yalda raised her lids. “Yeah. There was Kelly, Ruth, Jenna, Ayesha, Elena, Alexandria, Bianca, Bella, Glendon, Polly, Jacinta, Dorothy, Lila, Hellen, Erika—”
“Stop!” Seraphina shouted.
“You asked for it, girl.” Yalda smiled cooly. “I could go on all day. You’re one of a very long Meat list, so calm down for him and enjoy the good fû+k wherever he wants it. He’ll do whatever you wish, don’t just fall in love, or I’ll kill you before he even does, Seraphina.” She went blank.
“I’m not….in love.” Seraphina stressed.
“Have you been to his house?” Yalda scoffed. “Not the poor Rectory the church gave him. I mean, his own fuckin great house. I guess you haven’t. And has he even f+ked you before? Your p+sy would beg him.”
“I….” Seraphina felt her throat clamping, blocking. “I… need to go. I have so many things to… sort out.”
“You have a press conference to attend this morning.” Yalda nodded. “So I called your friend.”
“Press conference? My friend?” Seraphina frowned.”
Yalda’s phone bleeped.
“Oh, she’s here.” She smiled.
Then, Migos appeared.
“Follow,” he glared.
Seraphina looked at Yalda.
“Let’s hope Wrath invites you to our Horror Night. If he does, I’ll see you again, and you’ll see how things are done within the Odds.” Yalda raised a intentional lid at her.
“Keep up, Meat!” Migos hissed.
Seraphina followed Migos who took her to the main door of the house and left her there. He shut the door.
“Phina!” Allison’s voice found her there, making her turn.
She saw Allison in front of the house, coming down from her car.
“Lis!” She breathed in relief, rushing over to her hug.
“Who took you? Where have you been? Where’s this place? Who called me to come here to take you? I was even told to take you to a press-con where you’ll prove your innocence.” Allison rushed her words.
“Press conference?” Seraphina asked as she broke the hug.
“Yeah!” Allison nodded.
Seraphina almost started wondering again, but she made the inductions. Who else but the Priest?
“After the press-con, I’ll tell you everything. Can you take me there?” She asked Allison.
“Of course!” Allison got in the car backseat with her.
In the front, Bexley drove.
She spent the night at Allison’s, and this morning, Allison woke to a call saying she should come collect Seraphina here, so she offered to drive here with Allison just to see for herself, and now it’s real.
Seraphina is out of Valhalla Club grounds?
How?
Wasn’t she captured by the Serpents of Valhalla?
She didn’t even pay to mind to Allison and Seraphina’s conversation at the back of the car till they arrived at the press conference location.
It was already full of reporters.
Inside the house. Outside of it.
World market would be the right work for the stuff.
Seraphina couldn’t believe her eyes.
“F+k!” Bexley cussed when she stepped out with Allison.
“Damn!” Allison’s eyes widened. “Your helper organized this? Who exactly is this helper?”
—
[Redd Estate]
Carrying a pretty small green cake, Peach came out of her room, looking pumped for today’s party.
Surely, another party will be happening. It’s her mother’s birthday.
She knew Kimmy would have left her room, so she went ahead to the living room. Surprisingly, her father was already there with her mother.
Acosta gave Kimmy a box of jewelry set, and she opened it with a full smile, caressing the jewels.
She looked up at Acosta who sat dutifully in front of her.
“Thank you, honey. And I’m sorry for yesterday’s slap. You know I get out of bounds when you support that Frump. It’ll never happen again.” She pouted, moving closer.
She placed her head on his shoulder.
“I didn’t buy you a birthday gift to hear your apology, Kimmy, and I don’t need the apology cos I know you’re still gonna do it anyways. I just want peace for the sake of my daughter.” Acosta replied.
“Come on,” Kimmy moved her lips to his mouth for a kiss…
“Happy birthday mummy!” Peach shouted, coming in with the cake.
“Hey, baby!” Kimmy stood, taking the cake from her before giving her a hug. “I love you, my world!”
“I love you too, mum.” She smiled sweetly, giving Acosta a fixed look and expecting him to apologize to her for not supporting her.
Acosta said nothing to her.
“I’m taking Peach to the hospital later today,” he mentioned. “The doctor said she needed to come for checks at least thrice for her constipation.”
“You should be talking about taking me out and fuckin me good, Costa. It’s my birthday.” Kimmy grimaced.
“I have plans for that too, Kimmy. Trust me.” Acosta assured.
The elevator came apart, letting Marley and Genevieve into the floor, both holding expensive boxes of gifts.
“Mum, dad!” Kimmy gushed.
Peach sat on the couch, unintentionally pressing the TV remote on with her bum.
The TV came on, airing the ongoing press conference.
The press conference every reporter is struggling to get a cover of.
There’s a lot ongoing at the venue.
• Live at Focal Plains, the biggest press-con yet is about to start!
• There are close to fifty reporters here, striving to enter, and inside? There are more than that.
• Seraphina, the disowned daughter of the Redds seems to have a lot to say. Every camera is striving to have her face in their news!
• This might be the biggest breaking news of the month!
• Stay tuned, everyone…it’s about to go down! Will she bring evidence?
“Wait…what??” Kimmy gasped.
“Seraphina?” Acosta muttered.
“She was gotten by Serpents, wasn’t she?” Genevieve faced Marley. “She was taken yesterday!!”
“Shit!” Marley threw down the gift box he’s holding. He rushed out.
“Marley!!” Genevieve yelled hotly, running after him.
Kimmy followed them, marching over the gift boxes including the one Acosta gave to her.
—
[Odium Hell Building]
Hell is fire.
Fire is hell.
The Odds believed both were born from the same throat, and that’s why a colossal fire is always kept alive whenever they gathered here.
It’s not a fireplace or a bonfire. It’s a living inferno—a sulphur-fed monstrosity that occupied its own section of the room like a god demanding worship.
The flames rose high enough to stain the darkness above, writhing and snapping loudly.
Every crackle sounded angry. Every burst of sparks looked violent.
Even the Odds kept their distance, and it’s not because they feared being burned, but because the fire belonged to Hell, and Hell is never approached casually.
The location of this building remains unknown till now, but it’s somewhere hidden in NYC.
No addresses. No records.
Some of the Odds call it The House of Screams cos the walls and floors have heard too much.
Right now, Tino has been stripped naked. Starkly.
According to Tobias’s orders, wide layers of industrial cellotape has been wrapped around his body from his toes to his face.
Now he’s just a white, motionless figure, discarded in the center of the room like something waiting to be buried.
Nobody knew if he was still breathing, and nbody checked cos Tobias forbade anyone from moving.
The fire is the room’s only source of light. No electricity.
No chandeliers or lamps.
Nothing but the savage orange glow spilling across expensive suits and expressionless faces.
Silence ruled the room, and not ordinary silence. It’s the kind that felt ceremonial. The kind that made breathing sound loud.
At the highest point in the room, sat Tobias. The First Man.
He’s the closest thing the Odds had to a devil sitting on a throne.
Like the others, he wore a suit.
But unlike the others, he wore no hat.
He never needed symbols of authority. He’s authority.
Yalda sat nearest to him.
Migos occupied the other side.
The rest spread outward in careful formation, arranged like loyal disciples around a dark altar.
Near the entrance Jude stood. He wore no suit, just casual clothes.
He stared at the inferno and swallowed hard.
The fire reflected in his eyes, and the fear did too.
On the table, there’s Tobias’s phone, buzzing every few seconds again and again with messages from Saint.
Begging.
Negotiating.
Anything to save Tino.
The phone screen kept lighting up, but Tobias never looked at it.
Beside the phone, sat a police summon invitation.
The invitation demanded Tobias appearance at the station before dusk cos Kelly had filed a case against him.
Failure to go to the station would result in an arrest for him.
The police mentioned that they would walk straight into his Church and drag him out.
It’s a situation capable of causing panic, but Tobias hadn’t touched the paper once.
Because neither Saint’s desperation nor Kelly’s threat mattered.
Not tonight.
Not in Hell.
The laptop on the table is open. On the screen of the laptop, the press conference played.
The laptop is the only thing in the room receiving more attention from Tobias than the fire because Seraphina is on the podium now.
And he’s watching her.
And his cult waited.
—
[Focal Plains Podium]
By the time Genevieve and Marley arrived, Seraphina already climbed the podium. Though, she’s not talking yet. She’s just there.
The cameras flashing incessantly at her face made her feel like she’s in front of the whole world, getting tried for murder.
When she danced at Club Quit, Allison encouraged her, pushed her, but now, there’s no time for Allison’s encouragement.
Also, she imagined Tobias blue eyes that night, but now after hearing the number of girls he was with, it felt hard to imagine those eyes.
Yalda even said she was gonna kill her if she fell for him.
Meaning, he’s off limits.
She can only use him and get done, and he’ll use her for sexual pleasures too. That’s why after he gave her that dangerous head last night, he tossed her easily to Yalda’s place.
She drew a large breath.
This is her life, and she needs to get a grasp of it, but the cameras on her eyes. The flashing cameras…
They’re too much.
Maybe her lenses were changed when she was asleep cos she can see clearly now, but still…
The cameras….
She closed her eyes and opened.
The cameras blurred her senses.
Then, questions from the reporters…
“What do you have for us!”
“Did you really steal Dora Redd’s work?”
“Are your crochets yours?”
“Say something!”
“Talk to us!”
Genevieve and Marley entered the place with their guards, and they began coming for the front when they saw how she just stood.
They knew the impact of cameras on her anxiety. They’re aware she’s currently in a daze that’ll take a while for her to get over.
Their guards will drag her down from the podium before she gets to say any stupid thing.
But Seraphina wasn’t just standing there and staring like a fool.
She was trying to pull herself together, too.
Calling her soul and mind to a conference of coordination.
She’s going to do this, and do it right.
The Priest organized this for her after almost eating her to death last night.
He used her, and this was her time to use him, too.
She pinched herself close to twelve times on the thigh, pulling herself out of her daze and overlooking the camera shutters on her face.
She killed every other noise in her mind and focused on herself.
Her eyes shot to the crowd of reporters instantly.
Now, Genevieve and Marley are just one step away from her.
“I’m challenging Dora Redd to a crocheting contest right here and now.” She talked clearly.
Genevieve and Marley stopped.
The hall went silent.
“We’ll both crochet right here in front of cameras, and if she gets all steps right and proves her ownership, she can get me locked up, but if I get it right and prove my ownership…”
She paused, looking at Genevieve and Marley before smiling dark.
“Dora Redd will have to close down her Fashion Clan, and she’ll lick my feet clean in front of every f+kin body here.” She snarled.
Then, she faced the crowd.
“Now, find Dora Redd and drag her here to this podium.” Her voice carried across the room, mouth tilted in quiet satisfaction.
TBC.
