These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground)

Chapter 39

“Success is getting what you want, happiness is wanting what you get”

― W.P. Kinsella

I’m not prepared for what I see when I walk into the basement. A blood broom handle lays on the ground. Blood…everywhere. And when I look up, I see Joseph. He’s lost a lot of weight, looking like a skeleton. There are deep punctures in his shoulders, and whoever did them were not gentle, The skin is raised and torn, infected. Cables go through the holes and his body is hanging from the ceiling like that. His eyes are closed, but his chest moves slowly.

I try to find it in me to feel something. Anything. Nothing comes. He’s caused me so much pain in my life. Made me feel unsafe and scared. Took away a piece of me on that plane I’ll never get back.

“I thought we could return the favor.” Atticus whispers next to my ear, pushing down the strap of my dress. “He doesn't have long now, those wounds are infected and spreading through his body quickly. I want the last thing he sees is for me to be fucking your tight little pussy as the life slips from him. Are you game, Little Bird?”

My response is to turn and jump in his arms. He chuckles. “Wake the fuck up, Joseph. We have a surprise.”

I hear him groan. “Please kill me.”

“Don’t worry, that’s coming, but first…”

I hear a sick smacking of a body hitting the concrete floor, but I don’t look as I lay hickies in the shape of a heart on Atticus chest.

He places my body on the cold floor and when I look over my eyes connect with Joseph's weak ones.

I gasp as Atticus enters me. “Moan for him, Little Bird. Let him hear what you sound like with a real man filling up your little pussy.”

“Atticus.” I gasp, looking back up to him.

He smirks, kissing my closed eyes as he thrust deep inside me, hitting every nerve I have. My toes curl and I throw my head back, arching my body.

“She’s so fucking beautifull, isnt she? All hot and bothered, her pussy swollen from the abuse of my dick, but unlike with you, she likes it. Don’t you, Little Bird?”

I scream, thrashing as his thumb runs circles over my clit, making me see stars and little else.

“Look at him, baby. He’s dying.” I look over, gasping as Atticus fucks me harder. And as the light fades from Joseph, I cum again. Blacking out from the pleasure.

Francis meets us back at the island and I feel so free, so loved. I never want to leave my home again. Some may run from the Beast, hide from his darkness but I’ve never felt so safe.

I immediately head to my library. I’ve missed it. There is no other place tailored made for me like this one room of my dark castle. And I shouldn't be surprised, but I am, to find multiple Joseph body part vases filled with white and black roses. I should, however, be grossed out, appalled even, but I’m not. I smile, taking a seat on my piano bench and begin the composing of a new song. One I can not get out of my head. The song of us.