Page 14 of Flesh & Divinity

I am part of the darkness that is eating this island, and I feel no guilt about it.

CHAPTER NINE

CINDER

I feel used.

Cold.

Alone.

This type of treatment is something I lived through daily for years at the hands of my stepmother and stepsisters. I was forced to cook, launder, clean and make sure the house was in order, so if they had guests, everything was sparkling. I was banished to the basement and forced to stay hidden.

My father never saw their cruelty.

When he married Ava, I was happy for him. Until I got to know her and her vile daughters. Shannon and Rena did everything they could to turn my father against me.

The worst thing was, he never saw how nasty they were because they put on an award winning act whenever he was around. I always knew Ava never loved him, there was an ulterior motive for her so she could rise higher in her social circle. She saw him as a meal ticket, someone to get her closer to what she desired most.

Becoming queen.

She wants to be waited on hand and foot, served and catered to daily.

Much like how I am catering to these strangers daily without any thanks. All I get out of it is orgasms.

This morning was worse than anything they have ever done to me, as the three of them used my body against me. I succumbed to the desire flowing through me and I should have fought but I was too weak.

Maybe I have daddy issues?

Is that why I’m looking for comfort in the wrong places?

Is that why I loved hearing him say daddy when they fuck me?

I cringe when I begin slicing the zucchini. This item was buried in my ass and even washing it five times doesn’t make me feel better about adding it to the stew. I haven’t seen any of the guys since they left this morning, but I tried to use the free time to snoop and found nothing!

I tried to escape again only to be shocked!

I’m a caged fucking animal, except there is no fence, just a fucking collar that electrocutes me when I pass a certain point. How the fuck am I going to escape if I can’t explore the damn island?

I’ve spent the day scrubbing and cleaning the kitchen. Mainly so I can keep my mind busy and not dwell on the fact I’ve been fucking three strangers, stuck on fucking Sinners Island and have no way to get the fuck off this rock!

When night falls and all my tasks are done, I head outside to the well so I can clean myself. I smell terrible and must look just as bad. I have dried up cum all over my body. I use an old cloth and shiver when the cool cloth touches my skin. I feel exposed and worried that at any moment one of the prisoners will jump out of the woods and… I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they found me standing here naked.

I flinch in pain when I drag the cloth between my legs. I loved how rough they were and enjoyed it very much, but I’ve never been touched before and maybe in hindsight I should have taken it easy. I snort to myself, like they would have listened to me.

This is new and tantalizing. When I hear a twig snap behind me, I whirl around and instantly go still at the sight of the woman from last night crouched down on all fours staring up at me with those strange violet eyes.

“You’re back,” I breathe out.

“You need to run.”

I shake my head and grip the collar around my neck to show her. “I can’t.”

She sneers at the sight of it. “I’ll get you help.” Hope blooms inside me. This strange creature-like woman might be my only hope of getting off this island. Before I can say more, she hisses like a cat and then runs away on all fours like an animal.

A scream tears out of me when my neck is gripped from behind. Before I can react or do anything to get free, an arm bands around my waist and my back is plastered against a bare chest. My panic only subsides mildly when he dips his head down and I see the glass mask out of the corner of my eye.

“Try to flee and I’ll kill you before you make it past the boundary line.” I grit my teeth and force myself to breathe through the fear. I can defend myself enough to not get mugged against a female but against a man… I would lose. I can shoot great, but without a gun I’m useless.