Darkly Divine -Paid In Kind

𝔹𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝟙 - ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕀𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕕

Zorya

I kneeled on my hands and knees while Daniel and Kyle used my naked body as a coffee table. I took shallow breaths and begged my muscles not to shake. They were watching something violent, and the woman’s screams from the TV made Kyle rub his combat boots on me in excitement.

They were capable of forgetting that a human body was anything more than an inanimate object, and I wanted them to think of me as background scenery. The agony in my arms was nothing compared to what else they could turn me into.

We were all scions, humans with inherited spiritual power. Their ancestors had been wolf spirits that had taken human form; my lineage was a mystery.

Unprotected scions were valuable commodities in the supernatural underworld. I’d been unable to hide my nature from my boyfriend when I was sixteen, and he’d told me I was lovely and special.

Special enough to get an excellent price when he sold me to this pack of wolves. Fenrir’s Chain MC. I’d seen their disgusting biker bar above during my initiation, then I’d been dragged down to the basement, my prison for two years.

Kyle placed his beer down on my ass, and it predictably fell, dripping sticky liquid down between my legs. “This furniture is shit.” He took off his shirt and wiped me down as if I really was a table... until he started to clean between my legs, he pushed hard against me and rubbed, thinking that he was causing me uncomfortable sensual pleasure. He didn’t even know there was a spot to find or that a woman didn’t just need to be roughed up down there.

I obediently made a little noise for him, and he kicked his feet into my breasts as the screams from the TV got desperate before a horrible silence. I closed my eyes. Would this be the night my life ended in sudden silence?

The men were aroused, and Kyle kicked me over. I fell to my side and lay immobile. I didn’t let out a sound.

Lana made her move; she was a wolfblood, and she had been kneeling silently. A tattooed collar around her neck declared her as belonging to Fenrir’s Chain. She hadn’t been sold to them; she signed up to the Chain.

They had not tattooed me; they were waiting until my full heritage had been revealed to sell me. In her eyes, that meant I was not worthy of the males here.

So it wasn’t mercy when she crawled across the floor, brushed her breasts over my side, and tried to get the men’s attention. She had a beautiful, dark quality to her skin that contrasted with mine. My skin could tan, but it had been a long time since I'd seen the sun or breathed air that didn’t stink of men, beer, and smoke.

Please take the bait.

Kyle was almost tempted. Lana straddled the curve of my side and began rubbing herself on me. He stood suddenly, standing on my golden hair, as he put his feet on either side of my head. I could hear her gagging as she kept rubbing against me.

I remained immobile, ignoring the pain when he stood on my arm as he picked her up. He bent her over the disgusting pool table. She made high-pitched screams as his tiny dick barely made any impression on her.

I wanted to be still and invisible, but began to tremble. Daniel had not forgotten about me. He never forgot about me.

He pushed me over onto my back and straddled me. His weight settled on me and his rough jeans scratched at my skin.

“If you’re no use as a table, what use are you?” He dragged a hand over his shaved head as if puzzled.

I didn’t answer him. It was the only power I had in this hell. I could not remain silent, but I could keep my words from them.

He sneered and dug his fingers beneath my exposed ribs and pulled up. “Barely a full meal on you.” He leant down, pushing my hair away from my ears, which were pointed. “What the hell fucked your father? Was it a succubus? Is that why you always force me to hurt you?”

Without warning, he shifted to a neutral tone. “Eighteen, the accords permit a warder to register you.” He leaned in to whisper, his breath sour and hot. “I made a bid on you.”

My heart seized. I desperately wanted to escape from this basement. I might even learn to accept being the personal slave of one of the other men; at least they wouldn’t want to share me.

But not Daniel. He wasn’t a clueless, violent brute. He knew how to make people hurt in every way.

His lips turned up in a sneer. “Apparently, I can’t afford you. Do you think your price would drop if I fucked up your pretty eyes?”

I didn’t dare close them as he looked into the eyes that had bought such a high price two years ago. They were more like a cat’s eyes than human, with little white, they were swirls of glacial blue and seaspray green.

He was thinking about it. I hated my eyes; they had prevented me from hiding what I was, but the thought of losing them to Daniel made my lip tremble. He took his belt off, and I flinched as he hit me with it.

“Daniel, be a good boy,” said a smooth voice from the stairs.