Shadow’s Sinner

Chapter Nine

M y shadow’s motionless body lies on the cold ground before me.

Her chest rises and falls with each breath she takes.

I thought she was pretty before, but she’s breathtaking when she’s unconscious.

Her wet hair is plastered to her head, and her cheeks are stained with tears and dirt scattered over her clothes and flesh.

Lips swollen and cracked from the abuse that they just endured.

Goosebumps rise on her skin as I watch over her, almost like she subconsciously knows about my sinister intent.

Leaning down I swipe the corner of her mouth where some of my release had collected.

Admiring its sticky texture as I push it back inside her mouth, so she’ll have the taste of me even after she wakes.

I rub my semen on her soft tongue, massaging it into every taste bud.

If I could brand the taste on her tongue, I would.

Once I’m satisfied she will taste me for the next few hours, I pick up her limp body and cradle it in my arms as I walk back towards the dense forest trees.

My cock still throbs slightly in my pants at the memory of her velvety warm mouth on me.

I’ve seen it done before but watching it and experiencing it are two different things.

I would have never guessed that I’d have a girl on her knees before me in the middle of a damn forest.

Does this count as breaking my vows to my king? How far do the lines of staying celibate go?

Stepping over fallen branches as I trudge through the dark forest before me, trying to find my destination, I look up at the stars and follow the brightest one, knowing that it will take me where I need to be.

After what feels like forever, I finally spot the flickering of fires in the distance.

Picking up my pace, I enter the circle the disciples have made to help me find this place.

Trekking over the cold ground to the wood cage in the corner, I wrench it open, crawling through the small door and depositing my little shadow at the back.

She stirs slightly, mumbling something in her sleep, but continues to lay there limp.

I remove my cloak and drape it over her, so she doesn’t freeze to death.

That would completely defeat the whole purpose of bringing her here.

Crawling out of the small cage, I close the door before leaning my side against the hardwood, staring down at her.

Shivering like a leaf under my cloak, she subconsciously reaches out to pull it tighter around her.

She looks so innocent like this, almost as innocent as she was the last time I saw her.

My mind flits back to memories of her dressed in her white nightgown, terrified, and shaking in the hallway of her home.

The beginning of what feels like forever ago.

“Alright, Disciples, does everyone understand their part in tomorrow's ritual?”

I say,sweeping my gaze around the circle, watching as they all nod their heads eagerly.

They will do anything to please me or their king, even if it means killing innocent people.

I never did agree with that part, but my father always said that “this is just the way it is.”

“Okay, then I think it’s time that we call it a night.

Thank you, Mr.

Wren, for hosting our meeting this evening.

You have pleased me and for doing so, you will get to be an integral part of tomorrow's ritual.”

I smile over at the older man standing next to the door, and he beams at me with delight.

Twisting the golden knob on the door, he pushes it open, gesturing for everyone to head out.

He verbally thanks me, but I barely hear him with the sight in front me.

Standing in the hall clad in a frilly white night dress is one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen.

Her red hair flows down her back, emerald eyes glowing with fear as she looks at me.

“What the fuck are you doing out of your room!”

Breaking eye contact with her, I swing my eyes to Mr.

Wren, watching as he stalks toward the terrified girl.

She’s trembling like a leaf, and I’m not sure why.

Mr.

Wren has always seemed so nice.

He always talks about his girls, about their achievements, and even passes around school photos of them.

“Lakelyn, you know you aren’t supposed to be out here after bed!”

He grabs her arm, shoving her into the wall, spit flying from his mouth as he yells at her.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I just had to go to the bathroom!”

She pleads with him as he’s shaking her by the shoulders.

Tears gather in her eyes, face red from embarrassment as she looks at her audience from the corner of her eyes.

The look of fear she has makes me angry.

It makes me want to tear Mr.

Wren limb from limb.

She’s too pure to know fear like this.

“I don’t fucking care.

You hold it until morning you ungrateful brat!”

His hand whips out, slapping her across the face and sending her head flying to the side.

A pained sob rips out of her throat, and I can’t hold myself back anymore.

One second I’m standing in the office still, and the next I’m in the hall holding Mr.

Wren by the wrist.

“I think that there is a perfectly good explanation as to why Lakelyn is out of her room this late, isn’t there? I don’t think there’s any need for more violence,”

I say, looking over at Lakelyn, her green eyes swimming with tears as they cascade down her face.

“Well, go on then.

Why did you need to use the bathroom so badly that you disobeyed the rules of your parents this evening? Are you feeling alright?”

She shakes with fear as I try my hardest to make my voice soft and reassuring for her.

“Y-yes I-I uh,”

Lakelyn starts as she blushes and stares at the floor before continuing on.

“I started my monthly cycle and needed supplies,”

she says, her breath hiccupping as she finishes explaining.

My hand tightens on Mr.

Wren's wrist before I drop it, like it burnt me.

“Very well, child.

Why don’t you carry on with what you were doing, then.

Disciples, I think we are done here.

You can all follow me, especially you,”

I say pointedly to Mr.

Wren as I walk towards the front door.

I can’t even remember another time that I wanted to kill one of my own outside of that night.

The restraint I used not to tear Mr.

Wren’s head off was immense.

Just thinking about that night makes me angry all over again.

She wasn’t supposed to be in these woods tonight.

We made a deal years ago that Lakelyn would never sit in a cage like this.

I’m not sure what happened between now and then, but there better be a good explanation for it.

She never deserved this.

The way she makes me feel, like I have no control, is intoxicating, and I’m not sure if I can give that up.

I peer over at my little shadow’s sleeping form, wondering how I will get us out of this mess.