The Pack's Tainted Angel

Chapter Four: August

Jessie’s bravado vanished in an instant as her eyes met the lone orb of Adon’s. “Why are you here?” She demanded as she backed up until her back hit the wall. “I’m not your type.”

“No,” Adon agreed. “But I can still get some use out of you.” He gestured to the bed she stood beside. “Get on the bed, now. Face down.” As he said the words he put down a toolbox next to the door.

August watched as her roommate did as bade and stomped her foot in protest. “No! She’s not going to be some lamb led to the slaughter. Jessie, fight back!” She demanded. 

She marched up to Adon and got in-between him and his prey. She glared up at him. “I don’t care what you do to me, I’m not going to let you hurt her anymore.”

Jessie snickered from the bed. “You’re such a fool. You think you can stop him?”

Adon smirked as his eye glittered in the lone source of light in the room. 

“Now, Jessie, let’s see what our new girl can do, shall we?” 

He took a step until he was towering over August. He trailed his fingertips down her jawline. She shivered at the contact but stood her ground.

“Interesting.” Adon c****d his head as he studied her. “Jessie, take off your clothes.”

“Jessie, no!” August countered. “Don’t give this sick animal the satisfaction!”

Adon moved before August could blink. One moment she was standing chest to chest against him and the next she felt a soft puff of air at the base of her neck. Before she could turn she felt his hands like iron bands gripped around her. 

Her breath came out in a whoosh and she struggled to break free. “Let go,” she screamed as she tried to wriggle loose enough to stomp on his foot.

In answer, Adon let one of his arms loose as he grabbed her hair from the roots and yanked her head back so he could see into her eyes.

 “Are you volunteering to take her place? You don’t even know her or what she’s done. She deserves punishment.” He smiled at the word and his face softened.

“You’re so sick,” August whimpered as she clawed at his hand and tried to release his hold. “You really get off on punishing others don’t you?”

He nodded and pulled her closer he started from the bottom of her cheek and licked his way up his tongue leaving a slimy trail in its wake.

 “I do. I’m going to get started with her, then we’ll practice my restraint with you. I can't wait to hear what kind of sounds you’ll make for me. Will it be moans of fear? Shivery cries that just keep coming? Or will you howl in agony for me?”

All of August’s struggles were ignored. She was a mouse locked in a fatal battle with a cat. “I won’t do anything for you,” she spat. “If you touch her, I’ll make you regret it.”

Adon dragged her over to the other bed and slammed her down until she was face first on the bed. She felt his knee digging into her back and she gasped for air as his weight sunk into her. 

“No more complaints?” He asked from above. She made a muffled noise in response and he leaned down with his lips pressed against the back of her neck. 

“Careful, I don’t want to get too excited. I have control issues.” 

August made more noise against the soft mattress but her words were smothered. Her fight died down and she stayed still beneath him as she just struggled to breathe. 

“Good girl,” Adon praised.

August felt the pressure leave and turned her head to the side so she could breathe again. She managed one greedy intake of oxygen before she noticed that Adon was not on her back at all. She started to get up when a collar wrapped around her neck. 

Her eyes wide she jerked her head and saw Adon at the front of the bed now a set of chains in his hand. “What are you going to do?” She demanded. Her eyes found Jessie watching her from the other bed just staring.

“Give my latest pet a front-row seat to my work. You are going to inspire me.” 

Before she could question just what in the world he meant he flashed before her eyes and one of her feet was imprisoned in his vice grip. She kicked at him with the other foot and a large smack sounded through the room.

Jessie barked in laughter from her bed and only stopped when she had Adon’s attention. “How could I not laugh at her getting her ass smacked?” She demanded before the fire died down in her once more and she went still.

August had been too stunned by the assault to fight as her feet were tied down. Only when one of our arms was put in the manacle did she notice Adon was smirking at her. 

“Why do you like hurting people?” She demanded. “What kind of person are you? You sick freak.”

He leaned down and before she could react the monster kissed her. It was a hard bruising kiss and before she could even try to withdraw she felt a blinding pain as he bit into her tender flesh. He pulled back and smiled as blood droplets trailed down his lips. 

“This is a nice start.” He took a paintbrush from behind his back and trailed it over her blood. “You have no choice but to cooperate. If you don’t, I’m going to make you suffer in the most beautiful ways.”

August bit back a sob but Adon was moving again. He tightened one of the chains that were connected to her collar and she found that she couldn’t even turn her head to the side in disgust. 

Her vision would be locked on the other bed and onto Jessie’s fate. She watched as he climbed onto the girl’s back and she stayed stock still not wanting to risk his punishment. 

“First, the canvas,” Adon said. He took the paintbrush and painted out a giant heart over the back of the girl, though it seemed a bit long since he had it travel all the way down from her shoulders all the way down to her butt. 

He was a quarter of the way through his shape when his paintbrush dried out. Tsking he leaned down and bit into the back of Jessie’s untouched arm until blood welled and flowed. She didn’t scream but from August’s position, she saw the pain flash in the girl’s eyes. 

“Still trying to be so tough?” He shook his head. “You’ll give me what I want, Jessie.”

“Monster,” August said from her position. “You’re just a bully and a beast. All you can do is pick on others.”

“You’re boring me.” Adon glanced her way and yawned. “Now, be quiet. An artist must focus on their work if they really want it to shine.”

“I don’t get how painting a heart is very artistic.”

Adon chuckled a sound that reminded August of nails on a chalkboard. “You’ll see it soon. Maybe if you keep it up I’ll help you become beautiful too.”

Before she could question more Adon went back to his work. Bit by bit the heart-shaped itself though he didn’t make the tip at the bottom and left it open. 

Before August could question what he was doing he took another blood break and soaked his pen in the liquid once more pressing the brush into Jessie’s wound until a soft whimper escaped

Adon moaned at the sound and closed his eyes. He took the brush to his lips and sucked on the bristles before with a grin he thrust it back into her skin. 

This time Jessie didn’t give him the satisfaction and he growled as he went back to his heart. 

August realized as he continued that what she had thought was a heart wasn’t a heart at all, rather it was a pair of closed wings. Despite how unhinged the guy appeared August did have to acknowledge that he could paint. 

Each feather looked almost real as he labored over every detail. Adon sat back and admired his work for a long moment. “What do you think?” he questioned over his shoulder at August as if he could sense her appreciation of his talent.

“It’s beautiful,” August whispered. “How can you make something so beautiful when you’re such an ugly soul?”

“I’m glad you like my rough draft.” He slipped off of Jessie’s back and stretched as he stalked towards August. “I think it’s time we get started on the final version. I’ll let you decide how this all ends. Pick a number, one, two, or three?”

August didn’t want to play his game. She just wanted to be safe at home with Max watching some dumb romantic comedy. Not imprisoned with a psychopath and a roommate that had given up on everything. 

“No.”

“You either choose, or I’ll choose for you. You might not like my decision.” His voice was in a sing-song as he ran his hand through August’s hair. 

She shuddered and tried to wrench her head away but the chains held too tight. “Last chance,” the words tickled her ear and she started to panic as she felt one of his hands starting to slide from her shoulder down.

“One,” August whispered.

“One?” Adon pouted. “Very well.” 

As he left August breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe the bastard was disappointed because she had guessed right. Her reprieve was cut short however as he appeared again having pulled something out of the tool case. 

She couldn’t quite move her head into a comfortable enough position to see just what he had grabbed. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Finishing my work,” he responded. 

He went to Jessie again and this time August could see just what he had retrieved. He wielded the dagger like a paintbrush as he started to trace his pattern again, this time one inch deep into Jessie’s soft flesh.

August started to scream.