Killian mean-mugs Ruby. “Bad people,” he says.
Ruby wipes her tear away. “The worst kind.”
Rae
She dreams of them.
Hidden within every hour of sleep is a vast landscape she can search endlessly for them. She calls out, but she can’t hear them. She just knows they’re there.
They are her family. Their bond is unbroken, unyielding. It’s so strong it can topple empires.
Somewhere, they’re searching, too.
Upon waking, she feels an unbearable need. She masturbates. With her back hunched, she spits on her palm and gently touches herself. Quietly, she pivots her fingers around her clit, rubbing up and down. Simple gestures that bring back her memory.
Silent breaths, remembering their cocks. The consuming filth of alpha taking every hole.
They knew what they owned. Her heart. Her pussy.
And in exchange for the wet pleasure she gave them, they offered her everything they had to give.
She can still feel them. Smell them. Taste the cum on the back of her tongue. They bred their girl right, making sure every bit of her was owned and occupied.
It felt good to please them. Beyond right–it was biology. Pregnancy was the one thing she could give them, and she did it.
Round-shouldered and horny, Rae slides her fingers inside her pussy, against her spot. She imagines the three alphas splitting her down the middle, knotting her until she bursts with seed.
Her orgasm is deep, but it’s not the same without them. In the same way that she is alive, she is not living. Not without them, her family.
She is with him now. The fragile devil. Well, not for long. She has other plans...
When the fragile devil sleeps, she listens to the sounds beneath the earthy rock. She can hear the soft hum of heavy machinery, the screeching of electricity, and the soft cries of someone.
This place isn’t just a network of caves. It’s a whole underground city, or at least another set of tunnels. Her escape is a necessity.
If there’s one thing Rae was born to do, it’s waiting for the perfect moment. She has spent a lifetime of waiting for it to arrive. She has eased through agonizing situations just to have one taste of it. Synthesis may be the last test she has to go through.
What will it feel like? Will death be less painful than living? One can only hope, but for now, she has to decide. Is she going to stay shackled like this, or is she going to find a way to real salvation?
She needs to see her family one last time.
As the fragile devil sleeps, she moves in the darkness toward the set of keys resting on a nail embedded in the rocky wall. Silently, she steps over the emaciated body, lightly balancing on the balls of her feet.
For a moment, she waits and judges his breathing to see if he has woken. He does not stir. Tonight, he makes no sounds.
When she thinks it’s safe, she carefully slides the key into the lock.
The air feels cool against her wrists. She’s free.
Now all she has to do is find the city below.
She slips around the corner and roams the underground shafts. To remember her steps, she runs her hands across the walls, counting the number of extending caves she passes. Memorizing every turn.
She soon remembers where to go, turning into the tunnel with the familiar glow of her fetal copy’s tank. The tank baby, as she likes to call it.
Stopping to catch her breath, she stares at the glowing glass orb. The orange glow is captivating, but she is fearful to go near the tank baby.
She has faced countless evil. She has overcome nearly every obstacle thrown at her. Nothing has prepared her to face herself.