WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 52,53,54&55
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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He didn’t touch her.
He never did.
She said he could only touch her br+asts, and he only touched the br+àsts, but she never said he couldn’t use his mouth, so he used the mouth effectively.
And even as he ate, he never touched any part of her body with his hands except her tits which he still kept squeezing on top of her chest.
“Mmmmm…..ffffuuu……kk.” She made that dick-hardening sound again, shamelessly letting it pour.
What’s even shame at this point?
Is it a money-giving word?
So far it wasn’t, she doesn’t even wanna get introduced.
Her stomach did the thing, and when she felt herself leaking in his mouth like a slut, she scratched the boat floor messily with her nails.
Despite how daringly hard the wood was, her nails dug into it.
“F+kin’ urhh….” She moaned with curved brows, wet lips and twisted eyes. “Yes….yes…yes…uhhh…”
Her knuckles entered her mouth when she wanted something to vent on. She bit hard on those knuckles, giving them part of the pressure her body was receiving now.
Her p+ssy sang squelches again…. right into his mouth.
“Ahhh…ahhh…..damn whore!….mmmm”
The water felt like it was bending weakly under the weight of their obscenity. Even the wind took heat from them. It turned hot as it brushed their skins on that boat.
He didn’t use the tongue either. He only just ate without exploring further, and that was enough to set her off like a ticking bomb.
He knew she was a slut for cum.
He heard stories of how she never really came no matter how much Dread eaters ate her.
She even had a nickname last year—Dry Bitch. But now he was doubting it. Was she really dry?
It couldn’t be possible with this level of juiciness. He was familiar with the art of p+ssy, and he understood the reaction of female body to s+x, so he could comfortably mark this as the wettest cu+nt he ever came about.
What were those lies about her dryness? Unless it’s his own effect that got her like this. He wouldn’t put that past himself. He was special.
But he wasn’t using the tongue or touching the turn-on spots on her body, and she’s like this?
Bet she’d call him Daddy if he does all of those. He smirked into her c+nt, chasing her juices with his lips.
He didn’t stop one for another. As he sucked, he kept his hands up, rolling her n-p+le rings on his fingers.
How could this bitch taste this good?
How could she smell this good too?
You shouldn’t taste your enemy’s c+nt, but here he was, sucking.
Maybe because it’s been long since he had anything close to sexual pleasure. Maybe because it’s been long since he had a p+sy to his face.
Now he wants to sign on this one.
His hands left deep red imprints on her tits, and her body jerked when she felt it building again.
He sucked faster, helping her build the pressure and increasing the heat.
Pushing her to the edge.
To the edge.
The edge.
Edge….
Then, just when she was about to shatter completely, he stopped.
He lifted his head intentionally, leaving her c+nt trembling.
He saw the effects on her face when their eyes met. He saw the neediness and hunger…the desperateness.
He liked it.
Gawd. He did.
It was the first time he saw THE Skylar Vox looking helpless and needy and desperate.
Desperately in need to cum.
Of course he liked it. He liked the fact that he was the one who elicited this mood of hers and put her like this.
Damn. He could watch this all day.
He could laugh at her all day.
He never planned to make her cum.
No. He could remember telling her to suck his có+k in that truck, but this proud bitch said she didn’t suck hoes.
Well..he doesn’t make hoes come.
He wouldn’t.
Though, she’s a squirter. Damn, she’s a tasty squ+rt, but he’s noble enough to forget about that at this point.
His pride matters.
He left her like that and just licked his ringed lips before letting go of her boobs too. He faced the sky again.
Skylar sat up.
She didn’t ask questions. She simply pinned back her top and dragged down her skirt.
She stood and looked around. They were still in the middle of the river….far from the shore.
They must have been rowing too long without even knowing. She has to leave this boat no matter what.
She can’t stay here with this motherfucker anymore.
Sensing her rage, El Crow stood to her, his smirk taunting. “How does it feel to be dragged to the edge and left there?”
Skylar said nothing.
She has to leave here or she’d kill this bastard and bury him in the riverbed.
But he wasn’t ready to stop.
“How’s your p+sy doing?” He continued with a chuckle.
She sent a slicing punch to his face immediately. It rammed into his jaw and left a small cut there.
“I take back my admittance that you weren’t that bad. You’re still that intolerably scum.” She glared.
Instead of planning to punch her back, El Crow bursted into a really deep laughter which had him shooting his face up the sky.
Tonight might pass as his best night of the year, cos the fact that this rage in her eyes is because he wouldn’t let her cum? It was enough for him.
That reason was enough.
“You should know I always upset people too, and I wouldn’t wanna ruin my own records,” he said, face going blank. “Maybe if you take me in your mouth and suck, I can do you the favor of handling you till you see stars, and I’m not talking about the ones in the sky. I mean the one that comes with my tongue-work.”
Skylar’s hands shot forward. She pushed him hard.
His body lost balance, but he couldn’t go down alone. He pulled her clothe and she fell in the water with him.
The splash that came with their fall was loud, but that was nothing compared to what they experienced the moment they landed inside.
The water was like ice crushed into liquid form—freezing cold.
“What the…. why’s is damn cold?!” Skylar shouted as her pores got penetrated mercilessly.
El Crow tried to keep his head up as he looked around.
The boat is gone!
“Gone where?” He muttered, but then he remembered the bastard entity. “Shit! Did you watch me suck her too? I know you’re around, twat!”
“If I get a stupid chance to torture that punk, I swear that fire will stop burning for him!” Skylar spat. “F+ck….I’m freezing…”
They could swim, but that’d take hours, and they’d probably die swimming before they even get out.
El Crow stopped moving already. He looked like he was in deep thoughts even in the middle of their dilemma.
“Why the fuck are you silent?” She faced him, not feeling her fingers anymore. She was really freezing.
“You started this by pushing me, idiotic dumbass,” he responded.
“Well you shouldn’t have dragged me to the fucking edge like the foolish motherfucker that you are!” She snarled angrily again.
“We’re pushing blames now?” He hissed. “You’re a total bitch.”
“With pride.” She raised her shoulders in the water. “You dumbo.”
His rage was forming too, and as the hate began surging again, her chest began aching. She grabbed it.
“F+k!”
In the freezing water, plus the heartache, she felt dead.
She stopped moving, but he didn’t care. He connected with his mind, and the Aftermoor dagger materialized in his hand.
The blue glow from it spread across the whole river, and the brighter it shone, the closer he got to the shore.
It was like the glow drove him to the shore, and he used it well.
This dagger wasn’t only for killing after all. It had another use.
In three short minutes, he arrived at the shore and dragged himself out.
He didn’t look back.
He just faced the first exit he saw and started leaving. He left completely.
But a minute later, he came back and jumped back into the river.
Using the dagger glow again, he found Skylar who was already sinking unconsciously.
He dragged her out with himself, taking her in a bridal style.
He set her down on the shore and wrote a long note on the sand for her before leaving her there.
Few minutes after he departed, her eyes opened slowly.
Seeing the starry sky, she sat up, getting on her feet and looking around as if searching for him.
She saw his sand note instead.
• The blind cleaning woman took you to Dread House in a big box 24yrs ago. She used to work for Jethro, so she probably brought you from him. If you brought your phone to the river tonight, I’d assume you’re daft, and if you don’t have protection installed on your phone by now, you’re dafter. Jethro is Eden’s Master. If you wanna work together, leave strands of your hair on the riverside tree. I’ll check it up tomorrow and hit you.
Skylar used her feet to wipe away the note after reading, then she looked at the nearby tree.
She brought her phone out of her pocket. Wet from the water, but even before it got wet, it was useless cos she messed with the battery before she came here.
She ruined it despite the fact that Quincy helped her install protection before she got married to Jethro. She couldn’t risk it.
She looked at the tree again, her countenance unreadable, but faintly, she heard a bubbling sound in the river, and she turned to face it again, but nothing was visible.
She went her way.
After she left, the entity surfaced on the river top.
Inferno.
Even inside the river, his fire still burned endlessly.
Now, he had the face of a woman—one of his numerous faces.
He watched them from the start, and needless to say, he was thrown off the grid.
He couldn’t understand. Why were they being intimate without Skylar dying.
This would be the second time. How was she able to breach his Aftermoor rules?
He even tried to re-stir their hatred by making the boat vanish, but El Crow used the dagger to bring them to the shore. How was he able to?
Yeah, Aftermoor dagger is weaponed to only kill people for Inferno.
The dagger has a mind of it’s own, but if a really strong mind connects with it, it could change the dagger’s mind and alter it’s functions.
But to have a strong mind—strong enough to redirect the dagger, you have to be a special kind.
Who exactly is El Crow?
Inferno’s eyes looked deeply, angrily confused as he dipped himself back into the cold river.
Now he had a new mission—find out who El Crow really is.
If he’s strong enough to hide his identity from even him, then he’s one of a kind, and there can only be one one-of-a-kind in this world.
Inferno himself.
Another one like El Crow wouldn’t be allowed. He’d have to take him out.
He vanished with the water.
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El Crow met Bellatrix asleep in the car when he came back.
He was gone for exactly one hour, so it’s understandable she slept off while waiting for him. Poor thing.
Her phone had slipped from her fingers to the car floor. The screen was still on though, and he saw her call log. She dialled him twenty times before she fell asleep.
He intentionally silenced his phone in the car drawer, that’s why she didn’t hear it ringing.
He slid in the car with her and his presence immediately woke her.
She rubbed her eyes sleepily.
“Baby… You’re back?” She yawned sleepily. “Why did it take so long? You didn’t find a repairer? You didn’t even pick your calls, and I got so scared I had to hide my face on the steering till I slept off without knowing.”
El Crow opened the drawer, taking out his silent phone. “I forgot it.”
“Oh…” She dropped her hand from her eyes. “Wait….why are you drenched with water?”
“One of the locals was throwing water out of her lavatory when I crossed her house. I unluckily got wet with it,” he lied smoothly.
“Geez.” She ran her eyes through him. “I don’t want anything to ruin this sweet night for us.”
She wanted to take her jacket off for him, but he stopped her. “Don’t be silly. It won’t fit into my body. You’re small.”
“But you must be cold.” She pouted cutely.
“Calm down.” He sighed.
“And your jaw!” She touched it. “There’s a cut on your jaw!”
It’s the cut from the c+mslu+’s punch on the boat earlier.
“I mistakenly scratched my jaw with my ring,” he lied again.
“I’ll disinfect it for you at home. I hate seeing bruises on your handsome face.” She kissed the bruise deeply.
El Crow started the car—it’s his own car they brought cos he had refused to drive with her in her own car. He values his car with the glittering EL CROW nameplate too much.
Unsurprisingly, the car started easily.
Not like anything happened to the car.
He just pretended it was faulty earlier to have a leaving excuse.
“Oh my God it started!” She gasped, eyes shinning with childlike happiness. “I can’t believe it actually started, baby. So you went in search of repairers in vain!”
“It’s nothing.” He faced her, his hand still on the steering. “Anything for my wife’s sake at all.”
She smiled sweetly, inching up and targeting his lips for a kiss, but he was fast to turn his cheek.
She kissed the cheek and also kissed his fingers wrapped around the steering. “Do you know you have a small round face?” She whispered.
“I do?” He blinked, uninterested. His mouth still tastes like that bitch he left unconscious by the riverside.
“Yeah.” she nodded. “And it just adds to your handsomeness. Also, the lip piercing and brow piercing too…. I’m in love with them… and you…”
He looked at her, and she kissed his cheek again, slower. “I badly want to be inside your skin.”
She inhaled him too, taking in as much scent as she could.
She rested her head on his arm as she drove down the dark road.
El Crow wasn’t even perceiving her anymore. He inhaled much of that c+mslu+’s scent at the river, enough to fill his nose till tommorow.
The picture of her squirting, sickly-wet p+sy filled his head.
He licked his lips again.
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[Marisa’s Manor]
Piano sounds seemed like it went in holiday today. No sign of Marisa in the piano room, the living room or her private fighting ring, but in her archery room, she stood.
Wearing nothing but her bra and black panty, she held her generational arrow and bow.
Her hair was tied into buss down braids.
She stared intently at the really small dartboard at the distance. Her stewards stood behind her, both carrying bowls of bows with excited smiles on their faces.
They love watching Marisa’s archery sessions.
Marisa’s eyes went to the arrow she held. Her blood was still on it—blood from her body when El Crow shot her with this same arrow.
It’s dry, but still there.
She had a little flashback to when he shot her with it and exhaled.
“Not only did he destroy two pianos here, but he also touched this arrow—my sacred arrow. Before whatever is inside him takes over him, I have to get him killed together with Arturo himself. They have to sink.”
“And they’ll sink!” The female steward laughed behind. “You have everything planned out, Ma.”
“And when I remember it was this same bow I used to shoot the rogues who tried to attack my Tall Doll when she was locked in the Cage of Shame, I get butterflies in my tummy.” Marisa smiled dryly like a witch.
“Making her marry Jethro is only the first part of your plan, isn’t it?” The male steward said. “I can’t wait for the incoming parts.”
You know what?” Marisa’s dry smile extended thickly. “I can’t wait too!”
She set the arrow in the bow and released it without practice.
The arrow lodged itself inside the bullseye without an inch miss.
It was a perfect shot.
The stewards dropped their bow bowls and clapped loudly.
“Your shots are always as perfect as you, Ma,” the female steward said.
Marisa faced them, her expression imposing.
“Let them in,” she ordered.
The male steward rushed over to the door and threw it open.
Fifty men came in. Fifty men who looked like they were dragged through the ashes of hell before they got to this place.
They had dyed blue hair.
Tall. Animalistic. Brutally built.
Marisa rounded all of them, accessing them with her eyes and making double checks.
“Tell me y’all are ready,” she said after rounding the last one.
“When are we storming, Ma?” One that looked like their captain asked.
“Tommorow night, unfailingly.” Marisa released a scoff. “Rnter Enigma House and ruin it to the grouds. When the day breaks, the only thing I want to see in the news is dead bodies of Enigmas plus Arturo and El Crow himself.”
“Disappointment is far from this mission. Rest assured,” they said.
“Disappointment better be really far from it.” Marisa faced the stewards. “They probably thought I forgot about the ruined banquet.”
“They have no idea that you never forget. You only marinate punishments.” The female steward talked like a right-hand woman.
“They’re professional fighters, so most of them don’t know how to handle a gun. That’s a bonus, but El Crow and Arturo handle guns. One of you will only have to wear this dress and pretend to be me.” She pointed the gemmed dress to the captain.
He took it.
“El Crow’s only weakness is that dress. Once he sees it, he loses his balance. Once he loses his balance, Arturo loses his balance too, and once Arturo does, the whole team loses balance too,” she explained.
That was her last sentence to them before they left the room.
The door closed after them, and Marisa snapped her fingers.
The male steward opened another door in that room. Inside that room, two people sat with piles of documents in front of them.
A man and a woman.
“I believe I’ve given you both enough acting classes and by now you should be able to act right.” Marisa stopped in from of their co-desk.
“You’ve been feeding us for months now. Look at me.” The man touched his cheek. “I grew fleshier and better, and I even grew a potbelly like some rich men.” He rubbed his belly. “Whatever you ask, it’s done.”
Marisa smiled and faced the woman.
“Ma, you know I’ll do anything for a dollar note, but you gave me more than a million, and you changed my life. Of course I’ll do anything,” the woman said greedily.
“Good.” Marisa’s chin went up. “Then, when you meet Skylar as her fake parents for the first time, how would you both react?” She blinked.
The woman exchanged glances with the man, and at the same time, they bursted into tears.
“My baby…I’m sorry i left you… it’s not my fault Satan stole you away from us when i just birthed you….” The woman cried more.
“I’m your father, Skylar…. immediately your mother birthed you in the hospital and we named you Skylar, Satan stormed the hospital to take you awayyyy…” The man cried so good.
Marisa’s smile widened.
“This is some A-1 acting.”
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[Enigma House]
It’s now or never.
Blade watched till he was sure that almost every Enigma already went for night sessions at the lab.
Then, he lent Rosita an hand.
“Are you sure?” Rosita asked anxiously, heart in her mouth.
If she gets caught, it won’t only cause a ear between two teams, but it’ll birth battle to New Orleans at large.
“I’m sure as hell. Everyone’s in the training lab now. Just make sure your face is covered with the cap,” he instructed with assurance.
Rosita pulled her cap to cover half of her face before giving Blade her hand. He pulled her out of the room, and she followed stealthily.
None of them were breathing properly as they went down the top tier staircase. Luckily for them, they met no one. They came across no one.
When they got to the general lobby, Blade was half-relieved that at least it’s now left for them to leave the house, but their luck ran out.
Lovato suddenly appeared from the front door!
“Fuck shit!” Rosita turned back.
“I saw you!” Lovato shouted immediately. “I saw you Rosita Osborne, Satan’s daughter! Roselle’s twin sister! Late Darius’s junior sister! I read your history for you so you’ll know I saw you and I know you!”
Rosita froze, and Blade quickly rushed forward to handle Lovato.
“Vato! Please…. please you have to keep this a secret! For the sake of our squad bond! Please….”
“So it’s true?” Lovato scoffed. “It’s true that you intentionally lost that match cos you’ve been fuckin her! There are so many hot Enigma girls, Blade. For the record, Enigma girls are hotter than Dread girls! But you went ahead to choose a Dread girl? Not just any girl, Satan’s daughter?”
“Lovato!” Blade desperately begged.”I beg you with the friendship bond we share. Keep my secret…”
By now, Rosita was already walking out of the house.
“Hey come back here!” Lovato made to follow her, but Blade shoved her back and covered her mouth.
She peeled his palm away from her mouth, but Rosita was already gone.
“I’m so disappointed, Blade.” Lovato shook her head. “Everyone in this house is smart, and I expect you to be too, but look at you. You even had the guts to bring her into this house. Her or her rotten twin sister, I don’t know who I hate most! Aren’t you scared of the war that’d break if this gets out?”
Blade slowly went on his knees.
Her eyes widened.
“I didn’t tell you to kneel!”
“Please,” he begged continuously. “Yeah, I love Rosita, but I also love my career. You know I’m an orphan who’s not even educated. If I lose this career, I’m ruined.”
“Get up, Blade…” She pulled him up quickly. “Of course I won’t tell anyone. What do you take me for? A snitch? I got you, but her? How did you even fall for that bitch.”
“Sita might be cold and distant to others, but she’s actually kind if she connects with you.” He smiled.
Lovato sighed.
“Fine. Just be careful.”
“Thank you!” He hugged her happily, but she quickly broke it.
“Stop! Or my boyfriend might get mad if he sees us!”
“You have a boyfriend?!” He gasped with slightly wide eyes.
Lovato’s cheeks reddened when she remembered the additional nudes she sent to Castle at noon.
He even said he wanted more again. If he didn’t like her, he wouldn’t love her nudes. In her head, they were already dating like hell.
“Wait…I didn’t notice!” Blade saw her new nails, hairdo, and lashes. “You glowed up! Who’s he cos I’m sure he’s an Enigma here!”
“Secret!” She winked.
“But second tournament trainings is ongoing! Hoe do you intend to practice with those nails?”
“I won’t be entering the ring, did you forget?” She blinked.
“Right.” He laughed, and they head to the training lab together.
As they entered, Blade’s phone buzzed…. from Rosita.
Sita: Were you able to weasel out of that short bread’s grip?
Blade: She’s Lovato, not short bread, and yeah…I weaseled. We’re safe.
Sita: I don’t trust her.
Blade: I do.
Sita: I trust you.
Blade: I’ll hit you later.
He pocketed his phone and looked up to meet a busy training lab.
Everyone’s in one training session or another, showing off or serious.
Tonight, Castle and Bishop were the highlight of the lab.
They both never took off clothes to train before, but they did tonight.
Bishop was the first to do it, but immediately Castle saw how the Enigma girls were gushing, he took off his clothes to share the spotlight.
They were both muscularly toned and attractive. Castle with those glasses and Bishop with the pointed aristocrat-like nose.
Lovato’s eyes and mouth couldn’t close as she stared at her boyfriend Castle.
What hotness is that? She pulled out her phone and took pictures of him.
Bishop is for all the girls. He just did his thing without minding anyone. He was duelling alone before, but Blade took his clothes off too.
He joined Bishop in the duel.
The lab became loud.
“El Crow will be coming to train with y’all tomorrow night!” Arturo suddenly announced by the window.
“Fu+kkk!!!!!!” They screamed madly.
Not only because he was the hot boss’s son, but also because whenever El Crow trains in this lab, everyone learns a move or two just from watching him.
He’s too unusual.
Lovato was still taking Castle’s pictures when someone walked past her like the wind.
“Castle isn’t who you think he is….” He whispered in her ears.
She turned quickly, searching for where the voice came from.
Then she saw him…. walking out of the lab. She saw his back view.
“Kent?” She muttered.
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[Dread House – Satan’s Office]
“Roy has to come out of Jethro’s pit alive, I’m telling you mum! He’s my only friend here! Even my twin sister choose Skylar bitch over me! Roy is my only person! He can’t be gone!” Roselle yelled at Satan’s head.
The woman just sat there, working tirelessly on her system.
The investigation about Darius’s death was getting her in places she didn’t expect.
She wasn’t even able to go supervise the training Dreads.She left supervision to Midnight and remained here, investigating what seems like a black hole.
Darius and El Crow had a fight that day? Why? What’s it about?
“Mum I’m talking to you!!!!” Roselle yelled like a spoilt princess again.
“Roy targeted Jethro’s daughter! Jethro doesn’t play with Bella just the way I don’t play with you! He should pay for his actions even if you’re the one who sent him like I know!” Satan shouted angrily, too mad.
“Roy is your best male fighter here!” Roselle reminded. “After Big Brother Darius’s death, no one came close to his abilities except Roy!…
“You said you wouldn’t use Roy in the ring till the second tournament! Now the second tournament is almost here and you’re casting him away?” Roselle yelled bitterly.
“The prodigal daughter came back!” Rosita announced as she entered. “I was gone for a day, and I was thinking you’d turn this city upside down, but you did nothing…”
“You’re a grown adult, Rosita.” Satan looked at her. “Wherever you went is your cup of tea. So far you’re available in the ring at the match.”
“I’m talking to mother here!” Roselle shouted. “Why would you come in to interrupt, bitch!”
Rosita sat on a chair, looking up with a really sour face.
“Carry me out if you can.”
—
At the balcony outside, Quincy and Renee looked tense.
Yeah, trainings is going on in the lab, but they couldn’t join because they didn’t train with the others during the first tournament.
They trained with the blind cleaning woman. Now it’s compulsory they train with her again for the routine.
But at the cleaners crib, they were told the cleaning woman was no longer in Dread House.
They panicked.
“Where would she possibly move to?” Renee swallowed.
“I swear I have no idea.” Quincy shook his head. “I’ll call Skylar.”
“Do that!” Renee supported.
—
[Jethro’s House]
Bellatrix was restless.
As restless as she has never tasted.
One hour to this time, it’d be time to return El Crow’s necklace, but she has nothing to return.
She doesn’t even know where the necklace currently is.
She already turned the room upside down in blind search of it, thinking it fell before she went for the wedding.
But no sign of it.
El Crow is currently in the bathroom, and she’s trying to find it before he’d come out.
She was shaking a lot.
She planned to get a cuddle session from him once they came back from the drive, but now cuddle isn’t even in her mind with this fear.
What if he gets really, really mad?
Jethro mandated everyone to come watch a show at the pit in ten minutes, but she doesn’t even know if she’d be able to go with this search.
She lifted the bedspread again.
Meanwhile, inside the bathroom, El Crow’s mind was doing clocked.
He hadn’t noticed before, but now he was noticing. Jethro’s room is soundproof cos he has never heard a sound come out of it. This room is not soundproof. Then, Skylar’s room is not soundproof too. The next room that houses the top staffs are soundproof, and it goes on in that pattern. Meaning whatever he’s looking for is probably in the direction of the rooms.
Maybe the kids are trapped somewhere only the sounds can decide, but how would he be able to learn the house sounds without Bellatrix’s help? He can’t rush things though. He’d have to continue pretending to be a husband for a few more days before he’d start his stylish investigations on what she knows.
And she better get his necklace ready.
—
Skylar is in her bathroom too, trying to get her night shower before she’d go to the pit to watch whatever show Jethro had for them.
But she’s finding it hard to bath. Not only could she not take her mind off how El Crow was able to take them out of the freezing river, but her body still couldn’t forget his mouth.
The feeling of being left on edge.
The desperation got her so bad she slid her own fingers into herself, trying to test the feels.
But the fingers didn’t spend two minutes inside her before she pulled out, punching the wall frustratingly.
Geez.
This desperation isn’t good.
This hunger.
This thirst for something bad for her health.
But she still wants it anyways. She punched the wall again.
This time, she noticed something.
When she punched for the first time earlier, it made a low sound on the wall, but this new punch made the wall echo.
She began punching the wall on every spot. Surprisingly, every spot had different sounds.
Sounds?
Is this a sound house? How does one even build this type?
Maybe if she traces the sounds, she’d find Jethro’s secret room. Maybe she’d find the other kids. But she needed Bellatrix on this.
She left the bathroom, dried up and threw on something comfy.
She ventured outside, but immediately she stepped out, she met who she never expected.
“I can’t see you, but my skin recognize your aura, Skylar…” The cleaning woman said stonily.
“Cleaning woman?” Skylar frowned, remembering what El Crow told her about this woman.
“She’s my first gift to you.” Jethro appeared suddenly. “I heard you both were pretty close at Dread House, so I brought her to you… she’d be your personal maid from now on.”
Skylar resisted the urge to laugh.
Good formation, Jethro.
Nice one.
A watcher in form of a maid?
But then if she was working for Jethro, why didn’t she tell him about Eden?
She was even the one who registered Eden at Montgomery Nurseries.
She doesn’t understand.
“What do you think?” Jethro asked.
“I didn’t ask for a maid.” Skylar fully stepped out of her room.
At the same time, El Crow and Bellatrix came out of their room with Bellatrix’s head on El Crow’s arm.
“Sky!” She beamed happily.
Skylar’s mood ruined.
This Cinderella is always happy. What’s so good to smile about?
Her eyes met El Crow’s, but El Crow looked like he was calculating something.
Their eyes didn’t meet.
Jethro’s arm went around Skylar’s waist suddenly. She didn’t even fight him. There’s too much going on in her mind right now.
“I thought my wedding day was the best day of my life, but it’s actually today!” Bellatrix gushed.
Skylar sighed.
There she goes…
With her happy-go-lucky stories.
“My husband spent all day with me and bought me everything I pointed. He showed me around New Orleans and we went to the movies!”
Skylar’s mouth felt bitter. So her husband didn’t tell her the part where he sucked her p+ssy on a boat in the middle of Mississippi river?
He didn’t tell her the part where he refused to let her cum? Or the part where he took her out of the water?
Bellatrix continued her story, but Skylar wasn’t listening.
Her eyes were stylishly studying the walls of every line they cross.
Then, she noticed El Crow was secretly doing the same thing.
Maybe he got the sound logic too.
Their eyes finally meet.
El Crow immediately tasted her c+nt in his mouth, and she felt his warm mouth between her legs.
They looked away at once.
Jethro and his staffs led them into the pit, and for a money, they were flabbergasted by the door.
The pit wasn’t just a room. It was a hall designed for iniquitous beings.
A hall painted with blood, and one look at it, Skylar and El Crow knew it was human blood.
This hall is painted with human blood.
Human skulls of different sizes and colours, both fresh and old lay around scattered on the bloody floor.
It looked like hell.
Two giant dogs sat quietly at a corner—a male and female dog.
The female obviously just gave birth, and she’s breastfeeding her puppies.
“Welcome to Jethro’s pit!” Jethro widened his arms mightily.
“Thanks for introducing this pit tonight, Jethro…” El Crow smiled darkly. “It’s been a while since I experienced hell. Shock me.”
“Of course!” Jethro raised an hand, and the staffs opened the backdoor where another spectacle waited.
Roy.
He was tied up to a giant protractor, and he dangled from there.
His body hung on the edge of a cliff.
If the ropes on him goes down even for a bit, he’d fall off.
Even with the fact that it was nighttime, Skylar saw the fog flowing in like smokes. She felt the cliff side breeze on her body.
It blew her hair and Bellatrix’s hair to their faces, and Bellatrix quickly hid behind El Crow.
It wasn’t her first time here, but whenever she entered, she feared.
She hugged El Crow behind, hiding her face on his back. “I’m so scared!”
“This house was built on top of a cliff?” Skylar walked closer.
“It doesn’t look like it from the front, but inside like this, you could feel it….” Jethro explained.
Skylar took the last step towards Roy’s dangling body.
She stepped the cliff edge had looked down, witnessing the height.
If anyone falls here, it’s death in pieces cos the person would shatter.
“I like it….” Skylar’s eyes glittered with madness. “I love it!”
“I knew you would!” Jethro laughed, sharing the mad eye glint with her.
Behind them, Bellatrix was still hugging El Crow behind.
El Crow looked glued to a place, waiting for what was to happen.
Skylar grinned at Roy, remembering how she promised to make him and Roselle pay for bullying Renee and Quincy into intimacy.
Time is now.
“Pushing him down the cliff would be too fast and merciful. Get me a metal piece and a hammer. I’m drilling a hole in his head, and get me a microscope too. Through the hole, I’ll watch how his brain plays in his skull.”
Hearing the verdict, Roy screamed horrifically from the protractor, his voice breaking through the cliff.
“I love this!!!” Jethro laughed loudly at Skylar who was glaring at Roy “You see this is why I choose you!”
“What!” Bellatrix panicked behind El Crow. “She’d… really do that?”
El Crow remained where he stood. Only that now he had a slight curl on the corner of his lips.
He liked wicked girls.
He liked his girls merciless and creative with their tortures. He expected her to mention a boring torture, but she exceeded his expectations totally.
Moths chase lights—just like her.
Difference is that she chases pleasure together with it.
Pleasure in form of madness.
Falena.
—
[Next Day – Enigma House]
Enigmas created a after-party for El Crow without his knowledge.
His plan was to come here to join the trainings for the second tournament since he’d be entering the ring again, only for them to pop champagne on him and smash bourbon bottles around, giving him a pop after-party to congratulate his wedding.
Bellatrix insisted on following him here, and as for Skylar, she’s probably at Dread House too.
Bellatrix immediately became thankful that she followed him here. As she watched them idolize El Crow and sing praises and congratulations to him, she felt like a proud wife.
“This party is only allowed to be on for an hour. After an hour, the trainings have to resume.” El Crow instructed strictly as he lifted a piece of cookies to his mouth.
“Drop your strictness tonight at least.” Castle grinned.
“Drop the strictness and watch us lose the second tournament too?” El Crow drank from his cocoa drink.
“We won’t lose. It’s definite.” Blade said with a laugh.
“I second that notion!” Lovato shot up. “That day, I’ll announce my boyfriend in this team!”
Bishop’s eyes came up immediately. He secretly bit his tongue.
“Boyfriend?” El Crow scoffed. “I left for how many days and you already have a damn boyfriend?”
Castle brought out a cigarette and lit it up, smoking slowly.
Lovato smiled sheepishly.
Bishop lifted his beer cup to his lips, sipping quietly.
“Kent?” El Crow noticed his absence. “Where the fûck is Kent?”
“I swear it’s like something suddenly descended on him. He got quiet these days,” Blade informed.
El Crow left the X Point immediately, making his way to Kent’s floor.
Bellatrix made to follow him, but Lovato blocked her.
“Hey …” Bellatrix smiled.
“Hey, Mrs. Acheron…” Lovato waved with a very fake smile. “So as you can see, El is our ace and golden fighter here. You might be Jethro’s daughter, but if you disappoint him, you won’t last a day before dying mysteriously while crossing the road.”
Bellatrix smiled innocently again, but then her smile paused.
“You smell desperate, Lovato. Don’t talk to me about my husband.”
With that, she left the hall.
“What the….” Lovato blinked.
As Bellatrix walked through the corridor, the eyes of Enigma girls weighted her. They openly calculated how much they’d make if they stole her jewelries and shoes to sell.
If her guards were here, they wouldn’t dare say these things, but at the same time, she’s madly happy about her guards absence.
Zero suffocation.
Now, she only has to find her husband, but that became a really dark nightmare when things flipped.
From the backdoor of the house that hadn’t been opened for years, blue-haired men with tattoed elbows poured inside suddenly.
It was swift. Unexpected. Planned.
Definitely planned.
They were led by a masked man who wore a black gemmed female dress.
Gunshots shattered the atmosphere. That was enough to make mayhem rise in the house.
The Enigmas on banisters jumped down. The ones on the rooftop jumped down. The ones in their rooms ran down. The ones inside the bathroom ran out in towels.
No one hid.
“Oh my God!” Bellatrix covered herself with her arms by the wall as the echo of gunshots drummed the air like violent knockouts.
Gunpowder smelled.
Bullets tumbled.
Blood smeared the walls.
Three Enigmas went down since they weren’t with guns.
Blade and Bishop and Castle and Lovato ran out of the X Point with the others. Blade picked a metal ball from the floor and threw it at the ceiling. The ceiling broke.
Guns poured out.
Long. Short. Silent.
They poured.
This wasn’t a hand fight. Their intruders came with guns, so they went for guns too.
Each one picked the guns they could handle, and things turned bloodier.
Everyone in that street knew something was happening in Enigma House as the war-like gunshots rolled from the house.
At Dread House, all Dreads are at the balcony, rooftop, roof…all looking for ways to see what’s going on inside the Enigma House.
Enigma House was a war zone.
“I can’t use this!” Lovato complained, struggling with her gun.
She expected Castle to exchange guns with her, but he never answered.
“Catch!” Bishop threw his gun at her.
She threw her own too.
They exchanged guns, but before he could catch her gun, he got shot on the stomach.
“Bishop!” She shouted.
Bishop held his stomach with an hand and shot with the other.
“Young Miss! Go up!” Blade shouted at Bellatrix who was still by the wall.
He covered her as she ran up the stairs in the middle of the chaos.
Castle stood on top of a floor locker, releasing his wrath from there. He removed his glasses.
The blue-hair men fell, and Enigmas fell too…. noticeably.
El Crow and Kent came downstairs finally. They’ve heard the war from the top floor and had rushed here.
Kent didn’t wait.
He jumped over the staircase and hijacked a gun from a blue-hair.
He knocked him down and rolled over, shooting out his brains.
El Crow stood there. He looked lethargic. Like a cooking disaster.
His eyes were on the blue-hair men, but not all of them.
His eyes was on just one—the one who wore the gemmed black dress.
That was enough to tell him they’re from Marisa, and the purpose of wearing his dress is to mess with his head again and lower his guard.
And it was already happening.
He was already getting flashbacks and headache and skull rings.
He was already preparing to break and shatter for the trauma.
But not tonight.
Not tonight at all.
He’s done taking it.
He shut his eyes suddenly.
It was only for a minute.
One dangerous minute.
Then, the darkest clouds gathered in the sky outside. The coldest wind blew the city. The loudest thunder in existence tore the sky. The heaviest rain in the sky started.
He opened his eyes.
Right one glinted blue
Left one glinted red.
Like two demonic bulbs with duties. They shone devilishly.
His didn’t run. He jumped down the staircase. From there to the base.
He jumped, and the place he landed on cracked slightly.
With his mindpower, a cage formed in the middle of the corridor. He didn’t even have to talk.
He only messed with their minds, and the blue-hair men began entering the cage one by one. They formed a line.
El Crow bent a bit and picked a apple seed from the floor. He’s just gonna bury these men together and then plant the apple on top of the soil.
They’d serve as manure.
He wrapped his hand around the seed, watching as the last of the blue-hair men entered the cage.
“El Crow!” Arturo ran downstairs. His eyes widened when he saw what was happening. “No no no!!!! No. El! No! You know you shouldn’t! You know!!”
“They were sent by Marisa to mess up again! I’m just supposed to sit?” El Crow’s eyes glinted faintly again.
“I’m not against your fighting back, but we both know what’s going to follow!!” Arturo shouted. “We both know why I warned you to never use this unwanted power! Millions will come for you! Millions!!”
El Crow’s eyes calmed.
“Quick! Mask the power back! We have to mask it before you’re found! Get intimate with an Apex!”
“And I’m supposed to start running around the streets tonight looking for a damn Apex?” El Crow snarled.
“Bellatrix!” Arturo shouted. “She’s Apex! Her father informed me of her fragility before she married you!”
“What!” El Crow sounded.
—
[Jethro’s House]
The rain was still heavy.
The thunder still slashed aggressively.
From the moment it started two minutes ago, Jethro got the sign.
He knew what it meant immediately.
The ApexPlus.
The one he’s been waiting for.
No idea where he is, but It’s this rain that’d lead him to where he is.
He rushed out of the house without an umbrella. His staffs had to run after him with umbrellas.
Getting to the park, he felt swarms in the sky and looked up to see more than thousands spirits, taking lead from the rain and looking for the ApexPlus that just appeared.
“Follow the lead of the rain!” He shouted at his driver. “We must get to whatever he is first!”
They got in cars and engines purred to life as they drove out.
—
[Enigma House – El Crow’s Suite]
Bellatrix sat on the bed edge, covering her ears with her palms.
She was glad she followed him here before, but now she’s not sure. What’s with the gunshots?
Her dad shoots at home, but it’s definitely not this much. Here, it looked like a gunshots carnival.
The door opened suddenly, and she shot up from bed quickly.
El Crow entered.
“El?” She breathed, running to him. “Baby, are you ok?”
El Crow gave her a empty look.
He came here straight for business, and he’s not gonna stall.
“Strip, Bella,” his voice was hard.
“Huh?” Her throat dried.
He gave it a second thought and stepped back. “Forget it.”
“Wait!” She shook her head quickly. “You own my body, literally.”
She stripped like he said, and the next thing she experienced was a rigid push to the window.
She put her hands on the hinges, and he shifted her panty.
His dick went buried in her folds very quick, settling inside.
“Baby…” She cried.
El Crow’s hips rotated as he made to start moving, but when he looked up… Across his window.
Skylar stood there.
She stood by her own window, holding a pack of maltesers and watching them with a serial-killer thrill in her cold eyes.
TBC.
