Kings Of Night The Kings Of Barrington Hall

The Ceremony

I’m layed down on a stone table in the chapel alongside the other five girls. All of us are bound at the hands and feet. My hands are above my head with ropes tied around them and bound to an iron pole. I can barely move. Looks like everyone was captured. Only one of the men has two women, I recognize him he’s the grandson, Archibald. Well I guess it would make sense since two men are claiming me. Nathaniel and Vincent stare down at me with smirks on their faces.

“Kings you may de robe your queens.” A voice says from somewhere. I can’t really lift my head to see anyone or anything. A knife clicks open and a still. Vincent grabs the top of my dress and starts cutting through the fabric all the way down revealing my almost naked body. This dress doesn’t require a bra so of course I don’t have one. The only thing I’m wearing is a black lace thong. Vincent stares at my body hungrily, as my breasts bob up and down with every breath I take. “f*****g spectacular.” Nathaniel says behind my head. Just then the knife goes under my thong strap and Vincent cuts it with ease. My whole entire body revealed for all to see. I close my eyes and the tears start streaming from my face. “Shhh. Don’t cry sweetheart. You’re ours now.” Vincent whispers to me as he strokes his fingers over my lips. “Mmm pierced n*****s. I f*****g love it.” Nathaniel whispers to me. f*****g Cecilia made me get mine done with her one summer. She said I was boring, and that I wouldn’t do it. After a bunch of alcohol and a lot of chickening out, I finally took my ass in the shop and did it. I was proud of myself after, but also in a lot of pain. The actual piercings didn’t hurt to bad, it was the throbbing afterwards that sucked.

“Now Kings recite the words to your Queens.”

“Kings of Night, we stand before you to claim our Queens and prove our loyalty to you and to them. We swear to be faithful to our queens, and hold them high. No other man shall touch her or harm her. This we vow to you queens. Do you queen accept our proposal?” The men say in unison. “Queens, say I do.” The man says. Nathaniel and Vincent come into my line of view and stand beside me. Both staring down at me with hard, hungry stares. I stare at Vincent. “I do.” I say softly. Then I look at Nathaniel. “I do.” I whisper to him. I don’t know why I said it. I don’t even know if I can say no. They both give me a sinister smile and pull out Vincent’s knife again. My eyes widen. Vincent cuts his hand and hands the knife to Nathaniel. He then does the same. Then Nathaniel takes the knife and lowers it to the side of my hips and makes a cut. I wince at the fresh burning slice. More tears stream down my face. Vincent takes the knife and lowers it at my other hip. “Please don’t.” I whimper. Vincent makes a fresh slice on the side before I can say another word. I cry out as the burning pain radiates up my sides. “I now pronounce you Kings and Queens.” The man says. Vincent and Nathaniel take their sliced hands and grip my hips, mixing our blood together. “Queens you are reborn into your King’s image.” A hand comes down around my throat and Vincent’s lips crash into mine. His lips are full and rough as he kisses me. He lifts up still grabbing my throat and smirks at me. Nathaniel leans down and kisses me gently and slow. His mouth feels so good. As he kisses me Vincent cuts me loose. My hands fall, and I push Nathaniel away. “Get off of me!” I bite out. He raises his hands up in surrender and laughs. “Come on, let’s get her dressed.” Vincent tells Nathaniel. “Oh I like her more like this, naked and covered in our blood.” Nathaniel says as I jump down from the table trying to use what’s left of my dress to cover myself. What the f**k have I gotten myself into?