“You’ll like them in that virgin cunt, Aria. They will rip you apart the first time, but afterward, it isn’t so bad as you adjust to the pain. The first time he took me, I bled so badly, and he licked it up, praising me for how tight and perfect it was as he leaked out of me. I doubt Gerald will help you, though, and my terms were you had to be in immense pain through it all. He will do such horrid things to your body. I can’t wait to watch him with you, dear sister. It will be a treat for them to taste his thick cum mixed with your blood as it oozes out of you, and it will. I do so hope you bleed well.”
I vomited everything left in my stomach at her words. I’d thought I couldn’t possibly throw up anything else, but I was wrong.
“I will get out of here, and when I do, I’m going to take your fucking head with me.” I gagged as my stomach rebelled at the images she was painting in my mind.
“How? There is no magic here, none. You’re in the land of the beasts, and they forbid the use of magic. There are protection runes over each inch of this palace and the entire kingdom to prevent it from being used. Oh, I guess you haven’t heard, have you? There’s a war brewing, and the witches? They’re on the wrong side of it. They will die for their treason. I guess I should have told you that when I came home the first time, but what would be the fun in that? The witches will pay for trying to hurt my sweet and gentle lover when he tried to court me at the age of twelve. They said I was too young, but he’d already fucked me, and I was addicted to him.”
“Wipe the cum from your mouth, sister. We rule the witches, they wouldn’t dare commit treason. They do nothing without our permission, or what we permit them to do, Amara.”
“Ruled by us, meaning me too.” She smiled maddeningly, her eyes sparkling with it. “I may have helped move them in the right direction since they’ve felt neglected by our family, making it so damn easy. You know nothing, Aria. This realm is beautiful chaos, and so fucking angry. They’re so mad at us for leaving, but when I told them I shared their views, they rejoiced, gifting me with jewels and showing me their realm. Every time I came back, they ate up everything I told them, all the lies about you guys never wanting to return, and how it was such a task for everyone but me to come back, which is why it was only me going to the Witches Realm, wasn’t it? They started to hate you guys more and more with every lie I told. I gave them permission to do bad things, and so they told me everything they had done without the consent of the royal bloodline.
“Did you know for the past five hundred years the witches accumulated an entire army to take over the Nine Realms? They murdered royals and have sacrificed lives to sever the connection to the Hecate bloodline. Soon, they will have everything they need, and once they do, they will weaken and cease to exist as will all magic. Garrett found me on my first summer here and wrecked me, but then he healed me and told me what I meant to him. I fell in love, but the witches thought I was too young to understand the beast that I fucked. I wasn’t, and so we murdered them first.
“Garrett asked me if I was powerful, and while I wasn’t powerful, I did have enough pull to help him. I came back each time to ensure our plans moved forward. Garrett told me exactly what he needed the witches to do to remove the magic from the realm, giving it back to the monsters, to which it originally belonged, before Hecate fucked them all and made them unable to wield their own magic. Now I will rule the portals, and Garrett’s father will be free to hunt new victims for his trophy wall with all the magic he can ever use at my fingertips. Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for our other bitch sisters to come after you. Once they’re here and discover magic doesn’t work, I will give them to Garrett’s father and take control of everything for myself.”
“You’re insane, aren’t you, Amara? It is forbidden for all the bloodlines to enter the Nine Realms, leaving the House of Magic open to attack.”
“You think you blessed it? You didn’t. I took the stapes bone from our grandfather’s ear, rendering his corpse unable to bless the house. I moved a few others, so you’d think it wasn’t done maliciously, but I assure you it was.” She moved her hand up, pushing the leftover cum dripping down her chin into her mouth, then smiled coldly around her finger. “Try to get some sleep. You will need it to give us a brilliant show tomorrow.”
She slipped her hand through Garrett’s and leaned up, kissing him. He smiled down at her proudly, licking his cum from her lips, cleaning her mouth. It was official; Amara was fucking a bull, or horse, or whatever the fuck he was, and they were straight-up nasty as it got. She murmured about his prowess and how he’d felt so good in her throat. Throat? Hell, she hadn’t even managed the head. They left, and I shivered, repulsed at what my sister had become. He yelled down the hallway about how well she sucked his cock, and I rolled my eyes as he praised her for being the best.
Amateur hour, Amara. These two needed couple therapy for psychopaths.
I hugged my knees, watching as the woman across from me moved to the cell bars and peered across the hall, or she would have been if she had eyes in her head. She was young; her immortality hadn’t yet healed the wounds she’d received. I stood up slowly, moving to her as blood dropped from her wrists where it appeared she had been restrained at one time.
“You’re mortal,” I whispered in horror as her blood hit my nose, along with the scent of rotting flesh.
“My name is Irina,” she whispered. “I’m from Italy.”
“How are you inside the Nine Realms?” I asked.
“I was in Italy, giving a speech about how an author had published work I felt forced an opinion on helpless women. Others argued that fiction writers aren’t providing ‘how-to’ guides when creating those scenes, and in most cases, have given victims an outlet to work through their own personal demons, something I hadn’t considered before making the accusations. Before I could apologize to the author, something grabbed me and brought me to this place. Am I bleeding?” she asked, turning around to expose a gaping wound in the lower region of her backside, between her butt cheeks. “It aches, and the numbing medicine does little to stop the pain since he continues to fuck me there. He prefers that spot after ruining my pussy to the point that not even he stretches it anymore.”
I swallowed. “It’s not that bad,” I lied, fighting nausea as I took in the gaping hole in her ass, if you could call it that. She’d been brutalized, raped, and from the looks of it, he’d either used something to hold it open to fit himself inside of it, or he was way bigger than his son was. “I wouldn’t sit down for a while.” Or like ever again.
“It really hurts.”
“Uh, yeah,” I whispered softly. “Maybe you should lie down on your side.”
“I can’t. The thing inside of me is eating me. Tomorrow I will go to the king, and he will release it if I am good and please him well.”
I sat down, staring at her stomach, watching it move, and I leaned over, dry heaving until my body rocked with the spasms, even though nothing came up. I didn’t even know how long I had been down here, or what to expect other than complete hell. My sister was worse than we’d assumed, a monster who wanted us all dead. Tears burned my eyes as I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hands. I would die here, and no one would ever know where I was or what had happened to me.