A downward Spiral

“Oh darlin…my pull out game is always on point.” The young man lied, smirking at the omega, “You might as well just admit you want it as bad as I do.”

Jordan returned the kiss eagerly, grinning at the woman; wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close. “I’m going to enjoy every moment of this.” he promised, grinding his growing erection against her.

Tears welled in her eyes. She wanted to tell him ‘no’ and that she never loved him, that she didn’t feel the dark things that haunted the corners of her dreams gradually start to take over her entire life. She wanted to say that but she couldn’t. Camille didn’t want to lie. 

She struggled half heartedly, knowing her tiny form was nothing compared to the three men intent on doing with her what they wanted. She rattled the chains and looked straight up at the ceiling, refusing to look at Nathan. “You can’t make me marry you. You can’t force me to be yours or l-love you. I want to go home.”

Nathan grinned, looking at the woman as she was tied up, and then stripped down to nothing. The older man grinned, “Oh I know you might refuse, but I’m in your head now, I can see it in your eyes.” he said, chuckling for a moment before kissing her neck, then moving up to her lips softly.

“Oh but you’re not.” The man said, smirking. “We’ve been planning for this, we knew eventually you’d betray us…after all our family has done for you.” Some might call it a cult, but Nathan knew it to be a family, and now this little bitch was going to take it away? 

With a snap of his fingers two of his brothers came up behind the woman, grabbing her by the arms and visibly lifting her off her feet. “I’m going to make you my bride tonight Camille.” he said, brushing a hand against her cheek, “And make it so you never betray us.”

Camille had been taking slow steps back, away from the man who had wormed his way under her skin and into her head. This was wrong. It wasn’t a family. She’d joined when she found herself alone in a strange city, feeling scared and lonely. And Nathan had been oh so kind and generous. She’d thought she loved every one of the people who made up, what she now knew to be a cult. 

He forcibly kissed her again before motioning for his men to follow him. They entered a large circular room with a stone alter in the middle, “I’m going to make you my wife tonight Camille, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” They forced her into the table, using chains to tie her hands above her head and her legs spread apart. Soon enough it was just them, and he chuckled, “I’ve had my eye on you since you joined...This was always your destiny love.”

“Oh darlin…my pull out game is always on point.” The young man lied, smirking at the omega, “You might as well just admit you want it as bad as I do.”

“Why would I run game on someone as pretty as you?” Jordan asked, smirking and moving his hand up to her cheek, “But then again, what’s life without a little risk right?”

With a snap of his fingers two of his brothers came up behind the woman, grabbing her by the arms and visibly lifting her off her feet. “I’m going to make you my bride tonight Camille.” he said, brushing a hand against her cheek, “And make it so you never betray us.”

Polly’s eyebrows knit together. The words didn’t make any sense. She wasn’t evil. She was a pastry chef. That was it. Nothing evil about her but the words seemed to strike something inside her. 

“Oh darlin…my pull out game is always on point.” The young man lied, smirking at the omega, “You might as well just admit you want it as bad as I do.”

“Give in, you don’t belong with them.”

“You cannot deny evil, its your calling.”

“Doesn’t being bad feel so much better than pretending?”

“Don’t worry, after this you’ll never want to betray us anyways.”

“This will change your mind about being so good…”

“I’ll never join you!”

“I can’t stay with them, they think I’m evil now.”

“If I pledge myself to you will you let the others go?”

“…I belong to you now.”

“What can I say? Being evil is just too much fun.”

“Maybe that’s my intention,” Keeley noted, wiggling her eyebrows just a little to add to her “charm.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow for a moment, though he was clearly thinking the same thing. “I think that might be a good idea, unless you’re afraid you might like it too much.”

“Afraid? Who said anything about being afraid?” Keeley asked, giving him a wicked grin, “So we gonna get out of here or what?”

“Not at all.” Jordan said, grinning at her. “But I also know practice makes perfect…Practice is also fun.”

Lily laughed, shaking her head. “I mean…I’m not going to complain about the practice part. I just didn’t know that you were that into having a kid with me.” She took a step forward, tilting her head to the side.