Fire Walk With Me

“Yeah, tell him how much you love him,” The cruel, sexy voice behind you growled down in your ear. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sobbed into the pillow, strong veiny hands gripping at your ass and leaving clear bruise marks behind on your skin. “Can’t let him know… you’re creaming on my fucking dick, princess…”

“Ahhhh… Abby…” You whined, your back arching a bit more in order to look at the person who belonged to the voice. Hands released your ass before they dropped down on the floor of the van underneath you. Massive, muscular arms caged you down as you felt the tickle of her long blonde braid caress your cheek, her boots digging into the floorboards as she hammers that thick fake cock into your cunt.

It was the same every single Sunday… Abby would show up, you two would sit in class together, and then as soon as it was over, she was dragging you into her van and pushing your skirt up before fucking you senseless. Your boyfriend never came to church with you, so your absence was always excusable. He never even bothered to look to see if you were telling the truth. He trusted you, and that was his mistake.

He was pathetic. He didn’t know how to make you feel wanted like Abby did. He didn’t know what you liked, nor did he take an active interest in the things you loved to do. Abby, on the other hand… Abby was your literal dream. Blonde, tall, built like a work horse, sweet and caring, rough… She was perfect. There was only one problem… Both of your parents were extremely homophobic. Not to mention you were 9 years younger than her.

At 20 years old, Abby was 29 and that was enough for your parents to freak out. You were in your second year of college, and you had been convinced you were straight… right until Abby walked into your life. At first, it was harmless flirting. And then, it quickly went to not flirting. Abby had been the one to make a move first. She pressed you against the bathroom door when she caught you going back to service.

And since that day, your life has never been the same. Your parents loved him, and thought he was a proper gentleman. He went to church with his own family across town, and you went with your parents every single Sunday. Of course, you made up the lie that you would need to work after morning classes on Sunday, which they didn’t like at first but let slide.

It was the perfect guise to get you away from everyone and everything, and to sneak inside of Abby’s van… It was where the sin first began, and now it was where it would never stop.

You never got tired of this. You would always and forever love the feeling of Abby’s strap stretching your velvety walls as she bottomed out inside of you, holding you down like some filthy sex toy that she abused to her heart’s desire. You loved hearing her groan and growl out your name, calling you her little whore, saying how well you are taking her cock like she was made for you… watching you text your boyfriend and mocking you whenever you said you loved him.

“You love him, huh?” Abby breathed down against the back of your neck, moving your hair away from your shoulder and kissing along your skin. “Then why… is he not inside of your fucking pussy, right now?”

You didn’t love him, at all. He became annoying and desperate after 2 weeks and you wanted nothing more than to cut him loose. But your parents adored him, and you kept up the charade just to pretend like you still had a straight bone in your body. When it all came down to it, whenever Abby texted you… you were at her every beckon call. You were hers, through and through. He doesn’t ever come close to Abigail Anderson.

Your soft little cries filled the back of the van as Abby grabbed your wrists, the veins popping in her hands as she held your arms back and began to fuck with more vigor than before, probably fucking the van’s suspension and creating the most vulgar sounds imaginable. How you two were never, ever caught, you would never know.

“Fuck, take it baby,” Abby snarled, watching your ass bounce and jiggle with each snap of her hips against your own. Your moans carried in the small space, feeling like a fucking sauna with how hard you were breathing. Sweat dripped from her brow as she yanked on your arms, making your back arch even more, forcing you to look up at her from behind. “Nnngg, you look so fucking perfect… so fucking pretty, baby…”

“Abby,” You cried out, panting and drooling with each passing second. “Fuckfuckfuuuuck, d-don’t stop… don’t fucking stop—”

“You gonna cum for me, princess?” Abby smirked, reaching down and wrapping both of her massive hands around your neck and pulling you up until your back was pressed against her chest, the fabric of her jeans digging into your thighs and without a doubt going to leave a burn in its wake. “Go on, princess… be a good girl, yeah? Be my good little slut and cream all over my cock.”

You were so fucking close that it hurt! Right on the edge of your climax, so desperate to feel that sweet release and give Abby exactly what she wanted. Very slowly, Abby wrapped her huge forearm around your neck and with one hand, she slid it across the front of your dress, pausing to grip your breast before sliding her hand down the rest of the way and gently rubbing at your throbbing clit. You made a noise that was a cross between a cry and whimper and Abby groaned, deep in her throat.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty noise princess… like it when I rub your clit like that? Huh? Come on, come on! Fucking cum for me!” Her words sent shockwaves all over your body as you began to twitch and jerk in her hold. Abby kept her pace and basked in the sounds you made, watching as your legs wobbled and threatened to give out, forcing her to hold on even tighter and fuck you through your earth-shattering orgasm. “Good girl, good fucking girl, that’s it baby… just like that, yeah just like that…”

You were completely beyond forming coherent sentences, or even making comprehensible sounds as you collapsed against her body, drool dripping down your chin from your lips as a fresh set of tears tracked your face. Abby chuckled sweetly and slowly laid you down on the mass of blankets and pillows she started keeping in the back of her van just for you after events like this take place.

Abby took her time as she pulled her hips back, watching the thick silicone cock slide out of your stretched cunt, chuckling at the white ring around the base from your juices. You wanted to cry, feeling so empty now without her strap taking up your entire being. Abby let the toy flop down against your ass, and then gave your cheeks a rough smack, making your entire body jerk forward at the contact.

“Little slut,” Abby barked, pulling the harness off her hips and reaching down to grab at your hair. You don’t know why you thought she was done… Abby was never done. Of course, you didn’t want to be done. That would mean you two leave your little bubble that you created with her… In here, you were able to pretend that Abby was it. Abby was your everything and you could give up on this stupid ass mistake.

Before you could ask Abby what was next, she was forcing you on your back and unzipping her jeans. You watched her shimmy out of the fabric and made quick work of her boxers before she crouched over your face. If this wasn’t the sight of heaven, church hadn’t done shit for you. You started salivating almost instantly, grabbing at her hips and attempting to pull her down so you could enjoy the feast, but Abby was far too strong for you to control. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.

“Easy, princess… I know, you wanna taste this pussy so fucking bad, don’t you?” Abby grabbed your chin with one hand, sliding her thumb across your bottom lip and you sucked the digit into her mouth. Your tongue stroked over her flesh and you slurped on her thumb, closing your eyes for a brief second and watching her grin before she pulled her hand away from your face, delivering a hard slap across your cheek. “Yeah baby, I know you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?”

Why you enjoyed it when she hit you, you would never truly understand. The stinging sensation left behind after she delivered a soft blow to your face, or your ass, even your cunt, you would be almost purring with desire and arousal. You loved how strong she was and loved it when she showed it without even trying. Abby always held back, never wanting to actually hurt you, but wanting to make you whine.

Without another hit, Abby lowered herself down and grabbed you by your hair once again, clutching your locks and making you gasp. “Open. Tongue out… all the way, princess…”

You opened your mouth up immediately at her command and stuck out your tongue as far as it could humanly go, drooling on your face and watching as she lowered herself down onto your mouth. You were quick to nuzzle your face into her cunt and you began to lick at her almost immediately, holding her by the hips and making the obscenest slurping sounds ever. Abby groaned, her head going back and her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Nnnnn… that’s my good little whore… fuck, no one eats my pussy like you do, sweet thing…” Your heart soared at her praise, paying attention to her clit and using the flat top of your tongue to lap at her like a dog drinking up water. The very thought of someone else having their mouth on her cunt had you moving with desperation. Abby was well aware of your stupid boyfriend, but you didn’t know how many girls she had doing this exact same thing… It turned you fucking feral.

A low moan rumbled out of you, sending vibrations through her clit as you wrapped your lips around the swollen nub and began sucking, hard. Abby bucked her hips against your face, her ass flexing in your hands before she shoved her whole fist against the side of the van. The movement of her body had your teeth scraping against her and she groaned with pleasure.

“Fuck, keep that up baby,” Abby praised, looking down and watching your eyes squinted shut and your brows knitted with what she could only assume was concentration. The noises your mouth created as you slurped, sucked, and drooled on her pussy were beyond vulgar, and if anybody from church could see you now, they would perform an exorcism, assuming you had been possessed by some filthy whore.

Your nails bit into Abby’s skin, creating crescent moon shaped indents in her ass as you released her clit with a wet slurp and scooted down a bit further. Abby rolled her hips forward, watching your eyes as they opened up and then rolled back in your head, almost drowning in her slick cunt. You took your time, mapping her out with your mouth before you gripped her strong, muscly thighs and began to push your tongue inside of her hot cavern. The noise Abby made was the start of a whimper, and then immediately faded into a snarl of aggressive pleasure.

“Fuck, princess… fuck, you dirty little slut… God you feel so fucking good on my pussy, sweet girl…” You practically cry with her praise, leaning into her hand as you thrust your tongue in and out of her, licking her spongey inner walls and feeling her practically bounce on your face as she humped your face.

You didn’t give a shit about anything else, and all that was on your mind was feeling Abby cum on your mouth. Your phone was lighting up, and Abby could see the countless texts from him, and she had to resist everything inside of her to not pick up your phone to record you eating her out.

“You love the taste of my cunt, don’t you baby?” Abby moaned out, nails scratching across your scalp and making you whimper on her pussy. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her clit against your nose and biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep her composure… But fuck, did you make it difficult…

Abby could feel her orgasm creeping up on her as she rode your face, tugging on your hair and shivering with pleasure that simply coursed over her entire body. And even though you were the one drinking her cunt, she was the one that felt like she was drowning. Her eyes rolled back, swear words tumbling from her mouth and filling the van that was one good thrust away from losing a damn wheel.

“Fuck, ngh, fuck… Fuck, go back, baby… Lick my clit just like before—” You immediately did as she told you, and Abby huffed with pleasure. “Just like that… shit, just like that babygirl… just… fucking leave him, baby… leave his stupid ass and be mine.”

You heard what she said, but it didn’t register… You kept licking at her clit and sucked on it every few seconds before flicking it hard with the tip of your tongue, sending her crashing into the most vulgar climax of her entire life. She chanted countless swear words over and over again as she chased her high against your face, coming closer and closer to falling apart on top of you.

Abby tossed her body forward and squeezed your face with her inner thighs, smushing your cheeks together before she bit her lip and tried to hold in her sounds but it became fucking impossible with you. “Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you fucking dare stop! Don’t. Fucking. Stop! C-Cumming… fuuuuck, m’cumming baby!”

Abby sounded so fucking wild whenever she would climax, and it made you horny all over again. Her hips twitched and pushed down into your face and you opened your mouth wide, lapping at her liquids that drooled out of her and onto your tongue. Her taste was fucking addictive, and she had to literally pry your hands off her legs in order to pull her pussy away from your mouth.

Your face was soaked from the bridge of your nose down to your chin, glistening with her arousal. You licked your lips and reached up to grab her by the front of her shirt and yanked her down, pressing your lips against hers. Abby groaned on your mouth and pushed her tongue in, drinking in her taste on your mouth and basking in everything that was you.

Another thing she had that HE  sure fucking didn’t… her lips were so fucking soft and she tasted so, so good…

Both of you never addressed what she said, and when you stumbled out of her van and through the backdoor of the church to clean yourself up in the bathroom, you could hardly keep your knees from wobbling. Bruises were forming on your ass in the shape of her hands, and you rubbed your fingers across the marks, blushing at just remembering who gave them to you…

Abby found your panties in her front pocket when she got home, and she couldn’t stop from smelling them. Fuck, you smelled so fucking pretty; she’s never wanted someone more in her entire life than she wants you all of the damn time.

Even during the week, she was on your mind. You couldn’t shake her off. Abby was like a leech that you grew attached to and now its simply just apart of you. She fed off you, and you liked it that way. Abby liked playing your secret lover, but she would much rather be your one and only.

Fear of disownment had you paralyzed. You wanted nothing more than to tell your parents that you were happy, but with a woman. Abby was everything you could ever need…

“Fuck… Abby… Abby, ohmygod, Abby…” Your whimpers echoed through the empty house, your parents gone for the afternoon. You were quick to invite Abby over, and she had you laying down on your bed in literal seconds, legs spread and tongue lapping at your pussy faster than you expected a human being to be able to lick.

The sounds of her eating your pussy echoed off the walls of your bedroom, your hands fisted in her long blonde hair that fell down her shoulders in soft waves due to always being in a braid. You loved her hair, and Abby loved it when you pulled on it, her eyes rolling back as she slobbered all over your cunt in the most explicit, wet, messy display ever.

Abby ate pussy like a woman starved! All tongue and lips, slurping and drooling, creating the biggest wet spot on your sheets and squeezing your thighs with her huge hands. You loved how messy she got, watching as she pulled back with her tongue hanging down, a thick string of saliva connecting her mouth to your pussy. She smirks, reaching down with one hand to slap your clit before she dives back down and immediately starts licking you without a care in the world.

You chanted her name, each time growing louder and louder. You always got so close so fast when Abby was eating you out… You were so close…

The sound of your phone ringing had you tensing up and Abby simply glanced up from your cunt, not stopping her movements even a little. Your hands shakingly grabbed at the phone, seeing his picture appear on the screen. Your heart began to beat faster, gently swatting at Abby’s head.

“F-fuck, fuck, stop, wait,” You begged, watching her roll her eyes before she pulled back, rubbing her face against the inside of your thigh and watching how shaky your hands were when you answered the phone with a forced neutral expression. Of course, your flushed face was a dead giveaway to anyone else.

“H-Hey, baby, what’s up?” You said breathlessly. Abby rolled her eyes, kissing up and down your thighs as your boyfriend spoke on the other end of the phone. A hearty giggle erupted from your throat, and you responded. “N-No, I’m fine! Just uh… went for a run! Yeah, that’s all, don’t worry…”

Your face immediately brightened, and you looked down to see Abby slowly rubbing at your entire pussy with her hand, biting your inner thigh and basking in the expression you had on your face. You fell back on the bed and huffed, trying not to moan into the receiver as you listened to him.

“To…Tonight? I-I-I’m not… not sure about that baby… I have a… fuck, assignment due… t-tomorrow,” You struggled to keep your noises neutral, biting down on your knuckle as Abby began to slowly ease her middle and ring finger inside of you. You bit down so hard that you left a bruise behind on your finger. “N-No! Y-You don’t h…have to come over… m’fine… t-totally fine…”

Abby was having none of your shit, and before you could prepare yourself, she grabbed your hip and slammed herself knuckle deep into your pussy. The sound you made was so loud that she was sure EUROPE heard you! Your eyes crossed in your head, and you yanked on the bed sheets above your head, completely abandoning your phone call for a second. He asked you what happened, and you were quick to cover it up. “I’m okay! I’m o-okay, baby… j..just hit my arm, t-that’s all… fuck me…”

With a smirk, Abby immediately complied, spreading your legs a bit wider before she began to fuck you on her fingers like it was her damn birthright. Her digits were so thick and strong, hitting every single sweet spot inside of you and making you purr like a kitten for her. Pleasure raced down your spine and you whimpered into your hand, masking your noises as he continued to say whatever the fuck he was saying, you weren’t listening.

“Fucking give me that,” Abby snapped, reaching for the phone and hanging up on him. Your eyes widened and you reached for the phone, but Abby tossed it to the far side of the bed before wrapping a hand around your neck and shoving you into the bed. Her pace picked up to brutal levels and you gasped against her movements. “I’m done, princess… Fucking done sharing you with him.”

“A-Abby, you… fuck…” The look in her eyes was wild as she pushed in a third finger and you reached out to grab the muscle on her shoulders, her hair creating a curtain around your face as she destroyed you.

“Say it,” Abby snarled. “Fucking leave him. You’re mine. You’re mine… you’re fucking mine!”

“Yours!” You cried out, rolling your whole body up against hers and digging your nails into her back. Abby bent down and began to kiss your face, trailing them down to your neck and latching her lips against the flesh of your throat. You groaned as she stretched out your pussy and left an absurd amount of hickies on your neck.

“No one… can fuck you like I do,” Abby rubbed your clit with her thumb as her fingers stroked your inner walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. “No one can kiss you like I do… no one can love you like I do…”

“Yours, Abby,” You whimpered, pushing your face into her neck, grinding down against her hand as you chased your orgasm on her thick digits, desperate to cum for her, and for her alone. “I’m yours… Only you… please, don’t stop! Please, so close…”

“Come on princess… my pretty girl, fucking cum for me…”

And you did exactly that. Your whole body shook with euphoria, and you raked your nails down her back, nearly drawing blood as you reached your high and squeezed around her fingers, liquid slowly gushing from your cunt and drenching her hands. Abby kissed your neck, and then your lips, tears tracking her face.

Finally… she finally had you…

It was made official with one text.

He almost had a fucking heart attack at the photo an unknown number sent him. It was you, sprawled out on the bed, covered in hickies from your neck down to your chest, drool dripping from your lips with one very veiny hand and massive forearm holding you by the throat. And on your stomach, there was something literally carved into your flesh, blood dripping from the fresh wound… it was an A.

There was only one block of text to accompany the picture.

As unfamiliar hands pull you through the forest, you wonder how you could’ve missed it, how anybody missed it. 

The strange markings around the city. 

The almost ritualistic dismemberment of wild animals left behind, almost on purpose.

You’ve seen headless deers, perfectly intact, clean even, like someone took the time to wash and prepare the animal before slaughtering it at the neck. 

As your feet carry you through the grass, you try to catch the whispers and murmurs around you, but the bag over your head and the rustling of the footsteps that lead you away muffled any words for you to make out. You weren’t scared, not yet, but when the world darkens around you and a piercing silence swallows your body whole, you suddenly begin to run a cold sweat. 

The warmth of your breath under the bag heats the air around your skin, every movement is suddenly amplified in the silence. Footsteps echo around you, the space feeling both vast and hollow. The familiar smell of rotten wood makes its way through the woven fabric and after being led further into the space, a new source of light surrounds you.

It’s warm and flickers shadows you can just make out through the fibres of the bag.

Suddenly, without warning you feel a strike to the back of your knee, hands pushing down on your shoulders, and with a sharp dull pain, your knees hit the cold hard floor. 

Marble. 

You wince at the pressure of your weight pressing down on your knees. Then, at the sound of a heavy door creaking open your head snaps up, turning in the direction of the sound, focusing on everything you can hear.

The slight rattle of metal, the hollow echo of footsteps, the dull thud of something heavy being dropped against a wooden surface. 

On either side of you, you hear the flutter and rustle of fabric, the kind that sounded heavy, like a thick blanket sweeping past your side. 

You breathe slowly, eyes closed even though it wouldn’t make much of a difference, silently groaning under your breath as your hands start to go numb behind your back. 

When the silence settles you hold your breath, waiting, listening. 

There is a soft sound of a page turning, a flutter of something fragile, a breath and then, a voice, singing. 

The chant echoed hauntingly around you, the walls reflecting the sound of the woman’s voice as she vocalised a hymn in a language you couldn’t understand. Her voice was like silk, almost hypnotic, and when the final note rang out into the air, around you a chorus of voices chanted a response in unison. A low somber sounding melody, each phrase concluding with an elongated cadence that rides off the closing vowels. 

You can feel your heart start to pound, not necessarily in speed, but in vigour, thrumming hard against your chest. 

As the deep, warm, hypnotising melody reverberates around you, your mind starts to run. 

What on earth is this place? How did they slip past your radars? And if they were planning on killing you, why haven’t they done it yet?

‘This evening, marks the end of a holy cycle’ the woman’s voice speaks, pausing between each beat of her sentence as her words echo and ring through the room.

‘Tonight, at the peak of the lunar eclipse, we will finally free this world of its disease’ 

You remain still, as footsteps approach you. 

‘Rid her of the veil’ the woman’s voice commands, now closer, a few steps away. Before you have a moment for your mind to catch up, the bag is ripped up and over your head, the thick coarse fabric scraping against your chin. 

When your eyes blink open you are greeted to a circle of cloaked, hooded figures, at the chancel of an old church. 

The walls lined with pillars and statues, every available surface was covered in burning candles, with melted, dripping wax at the base of each holder. 

‘Eyes on me, child’ The woman in front of you spoke. When your eyes found her, she looked different from the other figures. Her cloak was a deep red, the material looked like it could be made from a velvety silk, and the hems were lined with intricate embroidery from golden thread. 

Your eyes scan more than just her figure, they flicked around to every corner, every wall, searching for either a way out, or any potential threats. 

The woman’s hand reaches forward, stepping closer to you and with a surprising amount of gentleness, lifts your head up to meet her gaze. 

‘I said, eyes on me’ She repeats, lower, just to you. 

‘Show me’ she commands, holding your chin just slightly tighter. Your brows furrow at her request, lips parting to speak before she pulls her hand away from you, making a nod at the man to your right.

He moves quickly, untying the ropes behind your back, as his fingers move, threading the knot back between itself and just when you start to think this might be your chance to run, you spot in the woman’s other hand, just behind the trail of her cloak, an iron dagger. 

Shit-

The man frees your hand, thrusting your arm forward, you pull back against him but the woman in the red cloak holds out the dagger towards you. 

The grip loose in her hand, but a threat nonetheless. 

‘I wouldn’t’ she warned, as she watched the man carefully pull back the sleeve of your shirt. You stare confused, as the man and woman stare at your bare forearm. The man drops your arm letting it fall, staggering backwards as the cloaked woman’s attention turns to him. 

‘My orders were clear,’ she says to him. Her voice, now firmer than it was before.

‘Were they not!?’ She shouts, voice ringing through the room. 

‘Please, forgive me Your Eminence’ the man cowers at her feet, his voice trembling. You watch with your eyes wide, trying to make sense of what you’ve just been dragged into. 

She turns now to the man on your left, and motions with her hand that holds the dagger, to the front of the church and without hesitation, he moves, pacing over to the man on the floor, now whispering and murmuring prayer against the ground. 

You watch as he is stripped of his robe, as he cries and pleads, being dragged to the centre of the room, in front of the marble altar. 

‘You dare bring me a faux saviour!’ The woman roars, her robe flaring as she turns her body to him. Raising her blade under his chin to tilt his head up to her, his eyes pleading. 

‘No- please Your Grace, I’m sorry I- I thought-‘ His voice cut off as the woman pressed her blade closer to his throat. 

‘Chalice’ She speaks, her hooded figure turning slightly towards the podium. The man at her feet whimpering, begging under his breath as another cloaked figure moves to collect something behind a curtain off to the side of the room. 

She turns over her shoulder, back at you. 

Finally, her face catches enough of the candlelight to make out her features. Long strands of dark blonde hair frame her face, her cold stare pierced through the room. 

‘Speak to me child’ her voice commanding, shooting through you. 

‘Are you immune to the world's evil?’ 

‘What?’ You whisper under your breath.

She takes a step closer to you, while the other person returns from behind the curtain, carrying a large golden chalice.

‘The evil that plagues this world, you know of it?’ She asks, her eyes burning into you. You weren’t sure if she was talking about the infected or something else, but you answer anyway.

‘Yes’ 

‘Are you… resistant to it?’ 

You pull back, frowning in confusion, your eyes falling to the ground. 

‘Answer me!’ She shouts

‘That’s not possible…’ you whisper, your confusion growing, chest tightening with every breath. 

‘Speak up’ 

‘That’s not possible!’ You repeat, louder. Her face drops. 

‘Then you-‘ she turns back to the man, ‘- have set us back MONTHS!’ Her voice rings out, all the other figures in the circle remain still. Not moving, not making a sound.

She takes one more slow step towards the man, his cries starting to echo across the marble floors before the sudden swing of her arm, dagger plunging straight into his neck, the man choking and gargling as she drags the blade through his neck spilling his blood. 

The second she steps away, the figure holding the chalice rushes to their knees, catching the spilling blood. With her back turned to the man she holds the blade facing the ground against her chest, head hung low, the hood of her cape almost covering her whole face. 

She whispers something that sounds like a prayer, blood dripping from the blade, a soft dull splatter as it hits the floor. Behind her, the man’s struggles slowly weaken, body slumping to the floor. 

The kneeling cloaked figure rose slowly, standing next to the woman in red, bloody chalice held outstretched in front of her. 

When her head rises again her eyes catch yours, a deep sting in her gaze. She takes the chalice and walks it to the podium, taking her position behind it, her absence in front of you leaves you in direct view of the man laying bloodied and dying on the floor, slowly and painfully bleeding out, his eyes still blinking while the rest of his body slowly shuts down.

‘It is a shame really. You all know how I hate to be wasteful, but our brother's life will not have been in vain’ and as though it were rehearsed, like this has all happened before, the rest of the circle began to chant again. The woman speaking over the low somber hymn. 

‘Tonight was intended to be one of victory, of our strength and devotion, not a night of loss’ 

You watch her speak, the chant reverberating through your body, you were terrified, too terrified to move, but there was also something about this place, you couldn’t stop watching her. 

As the singing builds to a climax she lifts the cup in both hands just above her head, before lowering back down and taking a slow sip of the blood it carries. Your stomach churned, twisting as she slowly pulled it away from her lips, handing to the closest figure to her left. Each person in the circle, one by one, took a drink from the cup. 

‘We are all one with our fallen brothers and sisters, we carry them inside,’ The woman says, lowering her head. 

‘We carry them inside’ the rest of the room chats in unison, unsettling you to the absolute core.

‘Tomorrow morning we will forge a new plan. That is all, my faithful coven.’ The second she finishes her final words, like statues awakening from a spell, the rest of people in the room bow their heads before dispersing across the room, some leaving through the side door, others walking down through the pews out the front door behind you. You turn your head, eyes panicking, watching everyone move, leaving you kneeling on the ground, seemingly forgetting about you. 

You thought surely you’d be free to move, to leave. You heard them, they don’t need you. You move to push yourself up with your hands when the woman’s voice cuts through you. 

‘Don’t!’ She snaps. Low and threatening. Your eyes lock onto her, freezing in place. You watch as she shuts the thick leather bound book on the podium, carrying a single candle stick around the room, blowing out the rest of the candles that light the room, the darkness following behind her. 

Was this really how you were going to die? You survive all these years, all the patrols, the raids, infected breaking through the town's perimeter, all to be captured by some insane cult. You hang your head low, the darkness in the room slowly swallowing all the details of the walls around you.

‘If you’re going to kill me, just do it already’ you whispered. She had the manpower to do it, you just hoped at least, someone from town would notice you haven’t returned yet from patrol before you end up with your own throat slit and bleeding out on the floor.

The soft flutter of the last remaining candle in the woman’s hand washes over your skin as she stands in front of you. 

‘Oh, no child,’ she says, almost warmly, cupping your face under your chin, turning your face to the left then the right, taking you in, her eyes studying every feature of your face. 

Your heart skips, you almost recoil at the initial thought that, seeing her face up close, she was incredibly beautiful.

‘You’re far too pretty to waste’ she whispers and you feel your blood run cold. 

‘Follow me’ she says, not waiting for you to respond or move before she walks towards the large arched doorway behind the altar at the front of the church.

You stand quickly, not wanting to be kept in the dark, your legs feeling weak as you falter to your feet, stumbling for a moment towards the candlelight she holds. 

The back room was already dimly lit, you follow her through the curtain, the smell of candle wax and frankincense lingering in the room. To the left of you is another small archway leading into a small kitchen, in front of you a small wooden table and to the right, a bedroom. 

The woman shrugs off her cape, long blonde hair falling across her back, finally letting you see her properly. As your eyes drag over her body you grow anxious, her body was built like a weapon, strong enough to break you with her bare hands. Under the cape she had worn a white buttoned blouse with black pants held up by a thick leather belt.  

‘Undress’ she says over her shoulder, her voice commanding. You freeze. 

She turns to you, head slightly tilted, her hands working to unbutton the cuffs on her blouse, rolling the sleeves up, showing off every inch of strength she carries in her body. 

You blink at her, watching as her eyes widen. ‘Will you disobey me?’ She asks, eyebrows raised. 

You shake your head immediately, terrified what she might do if you refused. So slowly, you remove your clothes in front of her while she watches you like prey. Her face unreadable, jaw set tight, her eyes sweeping over every new piece of skin you unravel, till you’re down to your bra and underwear. 

You tremble, feeling vulnerable, exactly how she wants. Your arms try to cover your body as you cross them in front of your chest. 

She clicks her tongue, turning towards the bedroom, waving for you to walk inside, watching quietly as you follow.

‘All of it,’ she commands. Standing in front of you, blocking your way to the door now, the bed frame just behind you. 

‘Why?’ You ask through a shaky breath and she steps closer, the back of your legs hitting the mattress. 

‘Because, my sweet little lamb, I’d like to see how filthy you’ve been before you’ve come to me’ 

Her breath was hot against your skin, and you felt yourself shutter when her hands slowly slid against your hips. ‘Don’t make me ask again’ she whispers against your ear. 

You let out a shaky breath before complying, slowly unbuttoning the back of your bra, and slipping your underwear down, feet stepping out and over them. 

‘Good. Now kneel on the bed’ she commands, reaching for a small paddle from her bedside table. Without questioning this time you turn, climbing onto the mattress, kneeling down facing away from her.

‘That’s perfect’ she whispers softly and you hate the way her voice makes you feel. Her hand runs gently from the curve of your ass down your back, till she reaches the back of your neck and suddenly you’re being pushed down, hard into the mattress ‘stay there’ she spits, before slowly letting go. You keep your face down, heat burning under your skin, embarrassment and something worse… something that feels like need, like wanting to be owned, to be controlled, to have someone to care for and protect you. 

The feeling of her warmth lingers when she pulls away and you feel her shift behind you, looking at you, at your body, you could almost feel her eyes drag across every inch of your core. Then you felt the edge of the leather paddle, running down your leg, slowly pushing you apart so she can get a better view of your pussy, now shamefully wet and pulsing against every small touch she gives you. 

‘Oh?’ She says behind you, using her thumb now to spread your lips apart. ‘You’re wet.’ A sickly sweet tone to her voice. ‘And I’ve barely touched you… are you that needy, sweet thing?’

She prods further, a small whine escaping from your lips, a single finger running down through your folds brushing against your clit for just a second before pulling away. 

‘You’re still intact’ she says, almost surprised. ‘I suppose I won’t need this…tonight’ she says, putting the paddle back down. 

‘Face me’ 

You comply quickly, turning over and sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing up at her, already strangely captivated by her, the fear, the danger, the control, the thoughts running through your mind sends a pulsing heat through your body. 

‘I’m going to keep you’ she states plainly, gazing down at you. ‘You’ll listen, you won’t question me, and if you think of running away from here my coven will know where to find you. We’ll track you down have you back here before you reach the edge of the woods’

You nod, her cold blue eyes locked onto yours, waiting.

‘Understand?’ Her hand finds your chin again, holding your face with a gentleness that makes you squirm. No one has ever extended this much tenderness before, even if it was laced with dominance and control, you melted into it. 

‘Yes, ma’am’ you whisper, your body still buzzing, face flushed with shame.

She hums, her thumb slowly brushing over your bottom lip, you part your mouth slightly against the pressure, her eyes flicking between yours and your lips, slowly inching closer to you, hair falling past her shoulders, brushing against her cheeks as she leans down further. Her weight presses you back, your body sinking against the mattress as she climbs over you, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. Your body instinctively arches up into her, letting go of a soft moan into her mouth she swallows by deepening the kiss, a tender claim. 

‘You’re mine. My sweet little lamb’