Chapter Fifteen
Sabrina knelt in the sparse quarters her mother and grandmother shared. The three women were identical, none showing any sign of aging past twenty. Only their eyes showed any difference. The shades of green grew lighter with each generation. Heather, the oldest, had eyes of dark forest green. Julie, Sabrina’s birth mother, had emerald green eyes, and Sabrina had eyes of pale jade green. All shared each other’s pain and it showed in their faces, though deeper in Heather’s than in Sabrina’s.
Sabrina knew why she was here. To choose who would die for her sins. If only I’d been able to better control my temper, they wouldn’t be in this situation. The others knew why, too, though no one had spoken since she’d arrived almost thirty minutes earlier. They seemed to be able to communicate without words. Sharing feelings, if not direct thoughts, with one another without speaking. Sabrina found it both disturbing and comforting. Comforting in the fact she didn’t need to speak to convey the horrible decision that must be made. Disturbing in the fact they knew what was coming without her telling them. She also felt their pain from the years of abuse, which was a terrible thing to behold.
She knew both women would willingly depart from this world. They begged her to choose them. That didn’t make it any easier or lessen Sabrina’s guilt.
“I can’t,” Sabrina finally whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks. The agony of her failure weighed heavily on her heart. Heather scooted across the floor and hugged her.
“We are the lucky ones, Sabrina,” Heather said in a soft voice. “We are the ones who will finally leave the horror of this journey. I’m afraid you are sentenced to life with Master.”
Sabrina’s shoulders slumped, knowing the truth in her words. “But it’s such a terrible fate,” she protested, knowing the death would be a painful process.
Heather let out a choked laugh. “What can he do that he hasn’t done already?”
Julie reached out for Sabrina’s hand and the three women mourned together.
If what she said was true, Heather should be the one released from the pain, Sabrina thought. She’s been here the longest.
“I agree,” Julie said, nodding, but Heather shook her head.
“I am also the one most capable of handling it,” Heather protested.
“You deserve to be free,” Julie said, tears choking her voice. “You’ve suffered long enough.”
Sabrina could see the hope in her grandmother’s eyes, even as she shook her head, still protesting. But Sabrina knew her mind was made up. Heather would die for Sabrina’s misdeeds.
And it tore her to shreds.
They held each other until Master’s voice intruded upon them.
“Come, Sabrina.” Master held out his hand. She stood obediently, as she had no other choice. It wasn’t a matter of wanting to. She couldn’t not obey him. She had spent many hours wondering why this was so, but had never come up with an answer.
Heather stood and walked over to the doorway. “I will die, Master,” she said, gaze lowered to the floor.
Master frowned and looked at Sabrina. “You made your choice?”
Sabrina nodded. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
“Tell me then. Don’t be weak and make your victim tell me.”
Sabrina closed her eyes against the hot tears welling up. “I choose Heather to die for my sins, Master,” she said in a choked voice.
Master cupped her chin and made her look up at him. “If only you were a better person, Sabrina, this wouldn’t have to happen.”
Heather reached out for Sabrina’s hand, but Master shoved her away. “Don’t comfort your murderer, Heather,” Master said, disdain in his voice. Sabrina’s heart burned at the truth in his words.
He took her hand and led her from the room, preventing her from looking back. She didn’t want to look back, though. She didn’t want to see the truth in Heather’s eyes.
Master led her around the corner to a comfortable room with a large bed. Sabrina knew this room well. It was a favorite of his. The walls were thin, so he could hear the screams of whoever was being tortured in the arena.
“Please, Master, don’t make me listen,” Sabrina whimpered.
He tilted his head. “Why should I be denied the pleasure of her screams just because you feel guilty?”
Sabrina knew he liked the pain of others. And, much to her own shame, she’d been starting to react to it, too, which pleased Master. He praised her endlessly when she orgasmed because of someone else’s pain...or her own. Something about staring into his eyes as the screams echoed in the room and her mind... It did something strange to her. Afterward, she was always ill, but during, it gave her such a high, she could hardly stand it.
Master bent down and started kissing her neck. She didn’t want to enjoy the touch of his lips, soft and warm and awakening the desire she tried so hard to keep at bay. She didn’t want to close her eyes and sigh as he combed his fingers through her hair.
But she did.
Her body betrayed her mind, betrayed all she knew was good. She succumbed to Master’s skilled hands and mouth while Heather screamed in the background. Sabrina didn’t know if she could ever forgive herself.
*****
“You fucking slut,” Vamar whispered as he caressed Sabrina’s firm breasts. He’d come harder than he had in a long time, feeling his cum shoot deep into Sabrina’s soft, willing body as Heather screamed in agony. And it felt amazing.
Tears trickled down the side of Sabrina’s face as she stared at the ceiling. Vamar smiled to himself. She was torn. She was finally broken. He’d made sure to be extremely attentive to each sigh and moan she’d let out, drawing out her pleasure, even as his balls tightened repeatedly every time a scream pushed through the walls behind him. This was a moment of ultimate pleasure. He could have fucked her ten times and come hard each time if he’d let himself. But this was the final blow to fuck with his toy’s mind, to show her it was useless to fight her natural instincts of desire.
He traced around her hardened pink nipple and she inhaled sharply as he flicked it gently. Gentle, loving touch in contrast to the raging storm inside her. He could see it in her eyes.
His finger slid between her legs, across the smooth, delectable skin, and inside the still quivering channel. “You’re dripping with cum, Sabrina,” he said in a low voice as he thrust gently with his middle finger. He turned his hand upward and caressed that sensitive spot deep inside. She moaned low.
“No...,” she whimpered before arching her back and gasping for breath. She quivered around his finger, clamping down and pushing against him. He pressed the palm of his hand against her clit and she moaned again, eyes closing as another orgasm shivered through her body.
He withdrew his finger and brought it to her lips. She opened her beautiful mouth automatically and sucked hard. More tears escaped before she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Taste your pleasure, whore. When will you finally admit you are like me and enjoy other people’s pain?”
She shook her head, his finger still in her mouth, and he chuckled. “Denial will only extend the pain. Embrace it. Embrace who you are. A slut who gets off on pain. A killer who doesn’t get her hands dirty, except with cum.”
More tears. Vamar frowned. Why wouldn’t she just give in? He could see she knew it in her eyes, but she refused to embrace it.
Damn human emotions. So fucking needlessly complicated.
The penalty of spending so much time with humans, he supposed, but it was also her strength. He’d tried raising Heather and Julie in the Dark Place where he’d been banished, but they never thrived. They were pale and weak until he was able to bring them to the human world. By then, it was too late. He’d taken the risk to have Sabrina raised by humans, to become human, and it had made her thrive, but it had also made her stubborn.
Her body was finally his, even if he still struggled with her mind. But that would come. He would make sure of it.