⌽ Samael ⌽

 

I know something is wrong, before I see it. When I get out of my car, to open the gate in the fence, I have an off feeling, which makes me want to let my car stay outside and just rush inside the shed to confirm that something isn’t right.

I scold myself for stopping on the way to refuel.

I want to tell myself that it’s just me being nervous to see Anna before she had the time to get used to knowing that I killed her grandparents, and that there is no reason to be worried.

Still, I break protocol.

After opening the gate, I usually open the gate so that I can drive the car right into the shed and close everything after that. This time, I drive the car past the fence and close the gate, before I open the shed.

The red security light is blinking, it’s red glowing pulse flooding the dark room like an envoy of doom.

Someone’s in the house. My house.

Someone’s inside, where Anna is.

My mind processes the information in record time. Is there a possibility that someone knows about the trap door? My father. Could someone believe that I am hiding something? Zoë. She’s just a child, but she is Michael’s child, and I let her go without punishing her, told her what to do to avoid Gabriel.

I’m already running. The terrain is too uneven to drive, I would just get stuck and ruin the car. I need to run, fast. I should have checked the monitors first, to see if they just went inside the house or if they are in the cellar, but turning back now means losing time. If Zoë told anyone about what happened and what I told her, then father knows, and he knows about the storage cellar. He doesn’t know that I dug an entire cellar, but he’ll send someone to check anyway.

I’m running like the devil is after me.

Please, let it just be some stupid boys checking out the terrifying monster’s house, and nothing else.

Please, don’t let me be too late. Don’t let them have already taken her away. Let her be still there.

I pray, and for the first time in a long time, I pray like other people do. I’m not praying, I’m begging, I dare to hope. Silly, stupid me.

I’ve walked this distance countless times. It never felt as far as it does now. I know every step and stone. I leap across them easily, and land light-footedly, but I will still be too late. I just know.

Hoping will always be punished.

I try to brace myself for what I might find, only knowing that I won’t be able to foresee anything. Fear is ruling my body and makes me irrational. I should think of preparing myself for intruders. I should make sure that I get my sword first, before I get down there to meet them head on, if they are still there.

I should have looked at the damn screens. I would have known if she is still there. I would have known what to expect. I keep scolding myself for acting so idiotic. I shouldn’t be worried, or scared, I should be furious!

Someone is in my house. My house. My property. Anna is mine, too. Mine. Whoever dares to just lay a finger on her will wish that they got the chance to kill himself before I got to them!

I want to be angry, I want to be furious, but all I can think about is Anna, and beg that she is still there, angry at me, and unharmed.

When I finally see my house, I can see from afar that the door is standing open, wide.

This means whoever went inside, is still inside, and thinking that I am far away. I should slow down now. I should make sure that I can’t be heard when I step onto the wooden patio.

Worry and wrath wrestle inside of me, while I get there, in my mind, heart, and soul.

For the first time, it’s not wrath that wins. I race into the kitchen, see the trap door standing open, and my mind goes blank.

 

೦ Anna ೦

 

The first time, they hit me with that thing, I nearly passed out, and they laughed at me, cackling. Michael told me that if I don’t want the stun rod shoved up my ass, I would have to give his brother a real blow job. When I didn’t immediately crawl up to Gabriel, Michael kicked me again, and then shocked me again, twice, which made me pass out.

I regained consciousness because of the pain, as they really had shoved the thing up my ass, and tried to fuck me with it. They left it inside as I was giving head to Gabriel, and Michael moved it around, as a constant reminder.

I still try not to think about any of it, about being ordered to swallow down the cum, or that, right now, I’m giving Gabriel a rim job while Michael is having his third turn with my ass.

The noise is unmistakable. Heavy steps on wooden stairs, rushing down.

Gabriel moves away from me the same moment that Michael pulls out, violently, shouting as if he just tripped, as if he was ripped away from his pleasure.

I topple over, and collide with the floor, adding a new scratch to my face. I can’t see what is happening behind me, or who has come to my aid, but I can hear how the stun rod falls to the ground as Michael loses his grip on it. I watch Gabriel hectically pulling his pants up, and turn. If my hands were free, I would be able to grab his ankle now, and make him fall. I try the only thing I can do and stretch my legs to trip him up, ignoring the sharp pain against my clit, or the strain on my neck, because I am still bound with one rope at my wrists, ankles, and collar.

Gabriel falls like a tree, and I grin.

 

⌽ Samael ⌽

 

I see everything through a veil of red, the second I take in the scene that lies before me: Michael, Gabriel, and Anna. Them using her, raping her.

I leap forward and take Michael in a choke hold, pulling him away from her. He shouts out in surprise and falls against my chest, his hands clawing at my arm in despair. Anna vanishes from my impaired vision and Gabriel turn around, his eyes searching for something I heard our brother drop to the ground.

Then Gabriel drops from my field of sight, too. I continue to move backwards, as I want to get out of the room, so that I can take Michael out first.

As I retreat, I can see Gabriel stirring. His hand now holding something long, thin, and black. It is my stun rod. But he’s not coming for me, as he gets up. He reaches out for Anna’s ankle, turns her onto her back, pulls her towards him, and shocks her breast, aiming for a nipple.

Anna does not make a sound, making me proud, but her body convulses in pain. It makes me furious. It makes me sloppy.

Michael uses his elbow to jam it into my side. This does barely bother me, and I wouldn’t lose my hold on him, usually. He gets a chance to move, and pull me back into the room. Just one step, but it suffices.

Gabriel manages to hit my side with the rod. I grit my teeth, hold on to Michael, but Gabriel continues to shock me, and my body goes limb and I collapse.

 

೦ Anna ೦

 

My grin vanishes from my face as I feel my ankle getting snatched by a large hand. A yank on it makes me roll on my back and I get pulled across the floor towards Gabriel, who is fuming. The rod springs into my sight, connects with my right nipple and then, all I see is white.

All I feel is pain, and I feel a squirt from my bladder, that’s almost empty, fortunately.

My body is still twitching, and I’m still blind. My ears are ringing, but I am not deaf. I can hear that dreadful sound of the rod buzzing, shooting another jolt of electricity. The next thing I hear is a loud thud, as a body collides with the floor.

I still can’t move; my nerves and muscles feel as if they have burnt-out. I know that I must get up. I need to help him, whoever it is.

A voice inside my head whispers ‘Sam,’ because who else could it be? Who else could know about this place that would rather help me instead of watching or joining in?

Neither Michael, nor Gabriel are returning to me, which means that they are busy with Samael. Again, I can hear the stun rod do its work. I’m sure Samael needs way more jolts than I do. Fortunately for him, he’s wearing clothes. And that thought reminds me of what his brothers said hours earlier.

The clock is ticking. I must do something. I must help Samael, even though I want to see him suffer, and want him dead. But I must help him because if I don’t, Michael and Gabriel will have their fun with both of us.

I try to roll back on my stomach, so that I can get up on my knees, but while I do that, I notice that I’m able to move my hands a bit. The knot on my collar has loosened from my body convulsing so terribly.

I continue to struggle against the rope, and ignore the pain, wiggle, and pull, until it finally gives in, and I can sit up. I manage to push my buttocks off the ground, bring my wrists beneath my thighs, so that I can bend over, and get my hands to my feet. I undo the rope at my ankles, bring my wrists up to my teeth, and I’m free.

What I see next should paralyze me, but instead, I’m furious. They have stopped shocking Samael, and opted for kicking him instead, and he is not able to fend them both off.

I want to act but I need to think. The chain is still on my collar, which I still can’t open, which means I can barely reach them. I have only one option left.

Then they stop.

I don’t need to watch to know what comes next. Michael grabs Samael’s hands, twisting them in front of him, while Gabriel is kneeling on his brother’s legs, reaching out for his belt.

I must do something. Now!

I jump into a sprint, eyes on the prize, and I leap feet-first, just as for a long jump. My feet connect with Gabriel’s lower back, and make him topple over against his brother.

That’s all I see, before the chain stops my body and yanks me backwards and I fall onto the ground, hitting my head, hard. The world is spinning.

 

⌽ Samael ⌽

 

Even though, I am lying on the ground, stunned and paralyzed, Gabriel continues to use the rod, until it is empty. It’s the smartest thing he can do. They need to overpower me quickly, render me incapable of doing anything, because I will kill them this time, if they don’t. And by the glimpses I get of their expressions, they know.

With the stun rod being useless, they do, what they always have done, and kick and beat the living hell out of me. They spare my face, which tells me that they want me to watch.

If I wasn’t already furious, I would be now. But I can’t act on my wrath, I need to try and fend off every blow so I will have enough strength left in me to turn my imagination into reality. My only option is to wait until they are exhausted, or wait for a chance when they are too busy with trying to strip me down and tie me up. As if they read my thoughts, Michael twists my arms and wrists, and Gabriel kneels onto my legs.

I try to find an opportunity to get one of them off me. Surprise strikes all three of us, as Gabriel comes flying towards Michael, who topples down and loses his grip on my wrists.

This is my chance, and I take it.

My knee is in the right position, so I yank it up, hitting Gabriel in the groin, and send him over my head towards Michael.

I get up, veer around my axis, and use Gabriel’s back as support fly over him and bring down my fist to Michael’s face, who’s just about to pick himself up. The blow is sending him back onto his knees, bringing him into the perfect position for me to kick him and send him flying

And then, I run for the stairs.

 

೦ Anna ೦

 

I hear a pretty squeal from where the action is now, and I know it’s not Samael making that noise. A wide grin appears on my face; it makes me recover faster.

I crawl backwards like a crab, until I can sit up and watch Samael returning the favors. The only problem is: he’s not: He’s running.

I can’t believe it.

He’s leaving me behind?!

I blink once and my instinct kicks in.

Quickly, I use my hands and feet to crawl further backwards, until I am out of the direct line of sight, as both evil brothers are now outside my cell.

Maybe, Samael’s just trying to lure them away?

As I sit and stare at the door, the adrenaline wears off and the pain returns, but that’s not why there are tears burning in my eyes.

The world falls into slow motion as I see the filthy brothers returning to me, staring at me.

Michael is first, and he’s bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Gabriel follows, him, limping slightly, as he covers his crotch with one hand. At least I will not have to chew on his cock anytime soon.

“There goes your hero, little bitch,” Michael tries to taunt me, but that only makes me angry again, and that is a good thing.

I pick myself up and use the wall behind me, to get back on my feet. Then, I reach behind me and grab the chain, binding me, and pull on it until it’s taut, and all that is left of it is lying next to me. It’s not a stun rod, but I can still try and use it as a weapon.

Michael looks at me, frowning.

“I don’t need a fucking hero,” I proclaim, and my voice sounds surprisingly determined, despite all they did to me.

I now weigh the chain in both of my hands, as if I knew exactly how to use it, which I don’t. But these two morons don’t know that.

Gabriel is leaning against the wall, taking a few deep breaths until he straightens up and looks at me, past his brother, who has stopped approaching me.

I need to stall.

But for whom?

Why do I believe that Samael is coming back?

Because he returned one day too early.

 

⌽ Samael ⌽

 

I’m taking the steps, two at a time, although I know my brothers won’t run after me, but that’s not what is making me stop.

As I head for the kitchen door, it’s blocked. Zoë is staring at me, wide-eyed and pale. But she’s not the problem. The problem is my father, who is standing behind her.

She snitched on me, and now she apparently has also snitched on her father and uncle.

My father’s eyes and mine lock. I know he knows

I’ve killed his precious wife, and kept Anna from him. I leap forward, but it’s not him I’m aiming for. I grab Zoë’s head with my right hand and smash it against the door frame, and use my momentum to drive my right shoulder into my father’s chest.

He thought, I wouldn’t attack him. Running, is my only chance now to get him off my heels. He won’t go after me, because he cannot catch me.

I’m sorry, Anna.

 

೦ Anna ೦

 

The ruckus from upstairs makes all three of us look at the doorway, and I have a very bad feeling, but I keep standing where I am. I will not cave, or submit.

But I feel my heart falter as I see another familiar face entering the cellar cell. I recognize him instantly. Joshua smiles at me, smugly, his gaze wandering all over my body. I can feel it on me, like the filth Samael covered me with.

When he’s done, the smile has faded, and he turns to look at his sons. This could be my chance to make them suffer for what they did to me. But I can’t bring myself to talk and suck up to Joshua no matter how much I need my vengeance.

I catch myself looking at the doorway, hoping that Sam will show up and save me. But it’s staying empty, and the house is completely silent.

“This is how you treat my future wife and future mistress of the church?” Joshua’s voice still makes my cringe. “I guess I will have to punish you similarly by doing the same to your wives.”

His sons do not answer but cast down their eyes. Maybe, they hope he won’t act on his promise if they are submissive.

They are so completely different around this man. It makes no sense.

And then, epiphany strikes me.

I feel like grinning,

I feel like drinking insanity.

Something broke inside of me but it was not my ego, nor my pride.

“You know, you could simply kill him, right?” My voice sounds like it’s someone else’s.

All three pairs of eyes are on me now, and I tilt my head, smirking crookedly.

“You could just tell everyone, that Samael did it,” I continue, pursing my lips. “And then,” I shrug, “this silly sect of his, is all yours.”

Joshua frowns again, and shakes his head, while I continue grinning at him. Maybe, he’ll be distracted by me long enough for his sons to agree with me and act on it. Maybe, it lures him closer, close enough, so that I can choke him with my chain.

Apparently, I’m not the only one having that idea, because suddenly, the very rope I was bound with minutes ago is entwined around his neck. I check the room and know it’s Michael.

Joshua chokes, gasps for air, desperately, and his hands instinctively fly up to claws at the rope, which is too thin. All he does is scratch himself.

“What are you doing?” Gabriel is screeching.

“Shut the fuck up,” Michael curses; he stares right at me, determinedly, and I grin back at him, nodding.

His reaction to that is smirking back, which makes me shudder in disgust, but I keep my eyes locked, as he pulls on the rope, forcefully.

I can hear something crack in Joshua’s throat; his face is dark red, now, slowly turning purple. I feel myself licking my lips, feeling a strange rush coursing through my veins, as I watch Joshua die before me.

“Michael,” Gabriel urges his brother, not knowing that it is already too late; the deed is already done.

I can see him move at the outer rim of my tunnel vision that is focused on Michael.

Maybe, if I stare at him long enough, he will fall for me, see the potential in me to replace my mother or something.

“Stop!” Gabriel insists, not realizing that Joshua’s hands have already dropped and it’s only the rope in his brother’s hands that holds the lifeless body up.

Beyond Michael, there’s another movement, that appeals to my instinct, and makes me blink, just at the same moment when Michael tells his brother to shut up, once more.

The sound the blade creates as it cuts through flesh and bone, mixes with Michael’s voice.

I’m stunned, staring at the sharp tip of a sword appearing from Gabriel’s opened mouth; his eyes are torn open wide in surprise and realization that he just died.

 

⌽ Samael ⌽

 

I keep begging Anna silently to forgive me for making her wait for me. The second I know I’m out of my father’s sight I try to come to a full stop, and then, I race back as fast as I can.

My father will think I’m a coward, when it comes to him, because I usually am, but not anymore.

This is for Anna.

This is for me.

And, this is for us both.

I will take her. I will take her away from him, away from this place, away from everyone. She might hate me now, and she must, but I will keep her locked away, until she loves me again.

My body hurts, my lung aches, but there is no time for thinking about this right now. Not knowing what is happening in my cellar, is killing me, but I’ve made the mistake of getting in there heedlessly and heart-first, I won’t make that mistake again.

I pull off my shoes the second I reach the patio, because I need to be quiet.

They will think they got rid of me and it needs to stay this way.

I rush into my bed room and get my sword like I should have the first time around.

And then, I sneak towards the trap door and down the stairs to see that one of Joshua’s sons is choking someone. Listening to Gabriel’s pleas, it must be Michael killing their father.

I’m stunned, how did that happen?

I don’t really mind, and I continue approaching slowly. And that’s when I see Anna’s expression, and it’s chilling me to the bone. Also, it makes me want to fuck her and for her to scream my name, and my name only. My beautiful little bird has become a bird of prey, and it suits her oh-so-well.

Gabriel steps into my line of sight and it only needs a twitch of a few muscles to easily prod my sword through his head, starting at the base of his neck. Like this, his spine is severed and he’s gone.

Michael hasn’t noticed what I just did, but Anna has. Her eyes move. She looks straight at me, surprise in her eyes, and then she smiles at me, genuinely, just as she used to. That’s when Michael realizes that there is someone else in the room.

I pull the sword from the lifeless corpse as quickly as I pushed it into it and bring it to Michael’s throat just as he lets our father’s body fall to the ground.

Joshua’s eldest freezes, feeling the edge against his skin, and I can smell fear on him.

“How do you want him to die?” I ask Anna, and she tilts her head, her expression seemingly oblivious.

 

೦ Anna ೦

 

When I recognize Samael as the wielder of the sword, everything seems to fall into its rightful place. I realize that I smile at him, when it’s already too late to stop it. I’ll leave him with the illusion that all is well for now.

It’s delightful to see Michael flinch as he feels the edge at his throat, and I brace myself for watching him die, as Samael’s question takes me off guard.

I look at them.

I blink. And then, I shrug.

“I don’t care,” I state, and Samael nods.

He moves the blade away, makes his brother bend over and pushed the sword into his ass right up to the hilt. Michael coughs up blood once, and ends.

Samael drops his sword along with his brother and approaches me. My body tenses, as I watch him. He pulls off his shirt to dry off the blood from his hand, but not the speckles on his face, which he probably didn’t notice.

Not once, not even for a blink, he stops looking me straight in the eyes.

I have stopped smiling, but he doesn’t care.

He tosses the shirt aside, before he reaches me and I drop the chain, I hold with both of my hands.

Samael reaches out for my face, but I slap his hand away. He does the same with his other hand; I react the same way.

I respond to him making another step towards me, by trying to slap him. Samael does not stop me, and my palm collides with his face.

It hurts. I don’t care.

I slap him again, with my other hand.

It doesn’t make me feel better. I’m still furious.

Samael takes another step, and I slap him again, he takes it, not batting an eye.

I clench my hands into fists and punch him in the chest when he’s gotten too close.

Even that hurts me.

I punch him again, and he lets me. So, I don’t stop punching him. I punch and slap him, repeatedly with every thought that appears in my mind.

I hate it. I hate him for it.

I hate him for what he did.

I hate him for killing my grandparents.

I hate him for taking me.

I hate him for what he did to me.

I hate him for what he let his brothers do to me.

Along the way, I start to tell him, what I think, I start to chant it, over and over again: “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.” Because it’s the only way I can hurt him.

I hate him for not believing me. I hate him for leaving me. I hate him for everything. And I hate Samael even more for still loving him, this sick, fucking, bastard.

Samael. Sam. It’s all the same.