Raiden was hog-tied on the couch. Naomi was somewhere close by, but he could not see her well. Justus stood in the middle of the room, alternating glances between his two prisoners. He had a mischievous, lighthearted look. The inappropriateness of his cheery disposition was obscene.
Raiden’s bonds were skintight. Unable to move from the chest down, he wriggled in discomfort. Desperately, he held up his head to catch a glimpse of Naomi. Still clad in her gauzy pink gown, she lay hog-tied on the dressing room floor.
“Wakey-wakey!”
She came to when Justus smacked her across the face. Reemerging from consciousness, she screamed and screamed, until Raiden felt faint from the pain in his ears. His hearing had gained depth. It threatened to ruin him with its intensity.
“Are you wondering why I didn’t bother gagging her?” Justus stood tall and at ease—a grim silhouette. “It’s because there’s no need. I made sure to lock up after everyone else had left the building. It’s just the three of us now.”
Tears hung heavy on Naomi’s lashes. She sniffled, whimpering. Her white-blonde locks, glowing in the dark, spread out like a fan. Even in the grips of relentless terror, she was undeniably lovely.
“It’s just the three of us. Cozy, no?”
Though Raiden figured Justus probably had not hurt or killed any of his bandmates, since they had left hours ago, in all likelihood, no one else knew he and Naomi were still at the venue. Their relationship remained a secret. Earlier, he had told his bandmates he would turn in for the night, though they had begged him to go with them to celebrate their success at a downtown Irish pub. If only he had accepted.
Escape from Justus without assistance might be impossible. Unless, Raiden thought, I find a way to distract him. His mind raced, scheming.
“Now, let me see . . . ” Justus rummaged around the dressing room commode. He seemed to know what he was looking for. “I know there’s a cock cage in here somewhere. Handcuffs, too.”
With a sinking feeling, Raiden realized he must have planted these items well in advance. “You planned this.”
“I told you as much, Raiden-san.” Justus’ voice dripped sarcasm. Despite the use of honorific, his tone suggested he was addressing a lower life form than himself.
Raiden jerked his wrists in an attempt to loosen the restraints.
“Don’t bother,” Justus said. “You’re not going anywhere. Your supernatural strength hasn’t had time to bloom.” He glanced over at Naomi. “Stay put, sweetness. Your part has just begun.”
“Raiden,” Naomi whispered.
“Don’t worry,” Raiden said. “Just try to keep calm.”
“Yes, Naomi. Indeed, don’t worry.” Justus chuckled. “Your fate has long been foretold.” He started to walk toward her. She tried to wiggle away, but her bonds were so constrictive, she could barely move.
“Don’t touch her!”
Pausing for a moment in his gait, Justus heaved a sigh.
“Oh, Raiden.” He affected a mournful expression. “You misunderstand. I’m only going to touch her a little. You, love, are going to do the rest.”
“Oh, my God.” Naomi’s eyes grew wide.
“You can’t make me,” Raiden spat. His body heaved with fury.
Justus tsked him. “Au contraire, love. I can make you do anything I want. After all, I made you.” He dismissed Raiden with a flick of his wrist, and walked over to a medium-sized light fixture situated on the dressing room table. “Let’s set the mood.”
He turned on the lamp. Its welcoming warmth seemed perverse, given the circumstances. Somehow, darkness was better. Raiden wanted to retreat into a corner of his mind to spare himself from witnessing whatever atrocities Justus planned to commit, but he could not leave Naomi to suffer alone. He forced himself to keep watching.
Returning his attention to Naomi, Justus gave her a ferocious smile. The pointed ends of his canines were sharper than stilettos.
“Get away from me!” Naomi turned her head and curled her body inward.
Justus stretched out his hands and tangled his long fingers in her hair. She protested at his touch, but he only laughed and shushed her. Then, he turned her restraint-bound body to the side. Her chest heaved with huffs of terror. Pausing for a moment, Justus savored her from head to toe. His eyes traced her curves and focused on her breasts. He cupped them in the palms of his hands.
“No! Don’t touch her!” Raiden bawled. Sweat dripped into his eyes. For a moment, his vision dimmed. When his eyes came back into focus, he could only stare, mouth open in horror. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look—still, he saw.
Roughly, Justus fondled Naomi and crushed his crotch against her pelvis. Naomi whined in terror. Raiden helplessly watched as she was violated by this monster. Pieces of his mind started to crack.
“Stop,” he begged. “Please stop!”
Justus turned toward him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ve forgotten my manners,” he mock-apologized. “Raiden-san—mind if I see for myself how tight she is?”
“Don’t!”
With all her strength, Naomi fought him, but her movements were constricted, and Justus was simply too powerful. Their struggle lasted only a few seconds. After Justus pinned her down, he ripped the bonds off her ankles, taking some flesh in the process. Yelping, she fought to free her fettered hands. Justus held her down as if restraining a tantrum-throwing toddler.
“Raiden, you’re a lucky man. She smells divine.” He licked his lips and shot an eager hand up her dress. “No panties. Oh, you minx of a tease!” He grunted, pleased. Unzipping his pants, he took out his hard cock and hiked up the delicate material of her gown.
Naomi squealed uncontrollably: the shrieks of a sparrow caught between a falcon’s talons.
“NO!” Raiden hollered.
Justus paused. “No? Are you sure, love? Think of the alternative.”
“Alternative?”
“It’s best if I simply show you.”
He bit Naomi’s wrist below her bonds, where the flesh was thinnest and juiciest. She squalled. Raiden gasped.
“Yes.” Justus groaned. “She is divine.”
Then he thrust his cock into her with a long, brutal stroke. Naomi made no sound. Her eyes rolled up so that the whites showed. Her mouth hung slack. Her body went limp. She had passed out.
Raiden knew he was shouting but he could not hear his own voice. Justus continued to rape Naomi, and Raiden could not stop him. He sobbed.
Justus thrust into Naomi one final time, stiffened, then froze. At the same moment, Naomi regained consciousness. Her eyes were full of terror and revulsion as he shot his load into her. In the aftermath, her legs lay limply spread-eagled. Small pools of blood puddled on the floor beneath her various injuries. Her eyes went blank. Not once did she glance in Raiden’s direction. She just continued to stare at nothing, with no expression on her face.
Raiden’s vision had never been sharper, clearer, or more focused, than when he caught sight of his fiancée’s blood splattered across the mutilated flesh of her wrist like an offering. There was something inside him begging for release. He could feel the tension building. A taste might ease the deepening hunger in the pit of his stomach, his id suggested. Desperately, he tried to keep his grasp on reality, but he became distracted by the ruby prisms of Naomi’s blood reflecting in the lamplight. This unexpected beauty deepened his desire to sample the source.
Justus tucked himself back into his pants. He pulled Naomi’s dress down, covering the evidence of his violation, and laid one cum-coated hand upon her cheek.
“I’m so looking forward to observing the shapes your mouth forms when you howl like a dying animal,” he told her. “When your fiancé’s draining the lifeblood out of you, I’ll be there for every moment of it.”
Naomi closed her eyes as if to block out his odious words.
“I’ve been imagining this moment for so long, love.” Justus was still looking at Naomi, but his words were directed at Raiden. Approaching the couch, Justus bent down and caressed his face. Instantly, Raiden recoiled. With a firm grip, Justus took his chin in hand and tilted it.
“I can’t wait to watch you suck her dry,” he whispered against the corner of Raiden’s mouth. His moist lips were colder than death.
Thrashing, Raiden turned his head to the other side. The sensation disgusted him. It was unbelievable that, only a brief while ago, he had contemplated hooking up with this inhuman psychopath.
“Get away from me,” he snarled.
Justus’ laughter was a deep rumble. “For your insolence, I’ll make it slow. She’ll suffer. And, just when she thinks it’s over . . . ”
Naomi moaned in abject distress. She appeared to be awakening from her semi-catatonic state.
Raiden could not see straight. Everything blurred—then came into the clearest crystal focus he had ever experienced—and returned to haziness. The pendulum between confusion and clarity was a merciless assault. Justus brought Raiden’s face close to his own again. Terrified, Raiden shut his eyes.
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