~8 years ago
Since Reid and I walked in, bickering and laughing like we own the place, everyone's been staring at us. Literally everyone—including the other reapers. Kaden, though, has been glaring. Not at me, of course—his death stare is locked on Reid. I try to wiggle free from Reid's grip on my back, but he doesn't let go.
Reid can clearly see Kaden's glare, so why isn't he letting me go? Is he actively seeking Kaden's wrath? Whatever his reason, I want no part of it. "Please put me down," I say gently. Thankfully, he does. I limp toward Kaden, but before I can reach him, he turns and walks ahead. What the hell?
"Let me carry you. I can't have a pretty kid limping while I'm around," Adrian says from behind me. I turn to give him my best "are you high?" look. He just smirks. What is it with these guys and their suicidal tendencies?
Before Adrian can even touch me, Kaden storms over, nearly knocking him down. "Get your perverted paws off her. Rhea, walk—I'll support you." He wraps an arm around my waist, steadying me as we walk. This is one of the things I like about Kaden. He pampers me just enough to show he cares, even though he refuses to admit it. He gives me attention and support when I need it, but he also pushes me to stand on my own. It's like princess treatment, but with a brutal edge—and I like it.
"I can walk on my own, Kaden," I protest. He levels me with a glare, and I immediately shut up.
"You were fine with Reid and Adrian helping you. Why didn't you tell me you wanted me to carry you?" he asks, his tone sharp.
"I don't need anyone carrying me. Plus, you left before I could say anything outside," I mumble, my eyes dropping to the floor as if I have a relationship with the floor. The wooden planks are hard and unyielding, as they should be. A few drinks are spilled here and there… is that milk?
As we approach a room, I hear male students laughing—and then a scream. A loud, piercing scream. I glance at Kaden to see if he heard it too, but his face remains as unreadable as ever.
Didn't he hear that? The girl screamed, and now she's saying "please" over and over again.
"Are you hearing this, or is it just in my head?" I ask, my voice low. Kaden raises a questioning brow at me. "Didn't you hear the girl scream?"
Instead of answering me directly, Kaden chuckles lightly. "Luna, it's not what you think."
The confusion on my face must be obvious. "Are they torturing her?" I ask, my voice rising slightly.
"Luna, calm down and listen to her screams. Do you really think she's screaming because she's being tortured?" he replies, his tone calm but firm.
I still don't get it. Why else would someone scream like they're being whipped with a blade?
Kaden notices my furrowed brow and leads me toward the room. Adrian, Xavier, and Reid follow close behind, all heading to the same place. Whatever's happening in there, I'm about to find out.
Not what I was expecting. My eyes are wide open as I watch in amazement. My mouth agape as I stay frozen at the entrance of the door with Kaden still supporting me. It's not horrifying. It's confusing and strangely fascinating.
Two girls—six guys. The girls are hanging from the ceiling. Are they being raped? No
If they were being raped, the girls wouldn't have wide smiles on their faces like they do now. They all have a mask on. Except for me.
I turn to face Kaden and sign for him to move closer. I wanted to whisper in his ear instead of speaking out loud. He complies.
"Did you bring a mask". He straightens and reaches into his pocket to bring out a mask. The mask has Kaden's Initials on the lower left side. K.H.
"Stay close to me okay?" He helps me out the mask on and I am sure I look like a hippie or a homeless freak. I had oversized clothes on and my hair is flowing freely on my back. Kaden didn't have to tell me that. I never planned on leaving his side.
I'm sticking with him only.
I turn to face the girls again. The girls are not naked but they are barely covered. The only thing they have on right now is their skirt. I take it back. They aren't covered at all.
Two boys are behind the girls—the one on the right kneels down and proceeds to eat the girl's ass. He is eating her ass. Her actual ass. Her butt. I have heard of people eating a girl's ass before but I've always thought of it as nasty. Seeing the look on her face. I don't think she thinks it's nasty. She has this look of pleasure on her face, she is enjoying it.
He bites down on her right cheek and she gasps. "You have a really nice ass you know. And I will fuck it hard. Good thing I brought lube". He says to the girl as he wraps his left hand around her neck. The other hand is playing with her boobs. Mostly her nipples. He is pinching and rubbing them so much I'm surprised they don't bleed or something.
The other guy already started fucking the girl without lube. Isn't that supposed to be painful. She moans loudly with each stroke. Guess it's not so painful to her. Or maybe it is—maybe she just loves the pain. That'd be crazy though. Loving the pain is sickly insane.
I feel Kaden's hot breath on my ear. "You're almost drooling Luna. Are you that fascinated by watching a girl being fucked in the ass". He wraps his arm around my neck and pulls me closer.
"Isn't she supposed to be in pain. Why is she moaning with so much pleasure and in front of so many people". I place my hand on his arm still watching the little—crazy show. I steal a glance at Kaden's face and he still has that unreadable expression. I can't tell if he's bored or if he is enjoying the show. I don't want him to enjoy the show especially since another girl is involved—two girls to be precise. I don't know why but whenever I think of Kaden being involved with other girls I get this intense feeling of jealousy and hatred. One time, I saw him with a girl clinging on to him as if he was her lifeline and I walked up to her and scratched her hard. I scarred her cheek and now she has one of these African tribal marks. Kaden smirked but prevented me from going further. Like he said that day, he loves it when I get territorial but he hates it when I lose myself to bloodlust. On a normal day I would've just threatened her, but my sister pissed me the fuck off at home, by ruining my favorite teddy bear. One I've had since 7. Seeing that girl cling onto Kaden worsened the anger hence, the tribal mark.
The guy that was fucking the girl without lube releases her. My first thought was he was done with her and letting her go, instead, he forces her down on her knees and forces his shaft into her mouth. He doesn't even allow her suck in air before fucking her mouth over and over again. I could see the boy, he wasn't big but he was pretty much big enough to make her choke on his dick.
"I'm coming" his assault becomes faster and more ruthless. With a final jerk, he comes down her throat with both of them panting like they were doing wrestlemania.
He gathers his dripping sperm from her chin, breasts and everywhere it landed on her body and makes her swallow every drop. The girl leaves her mouth open as an invitation for the boy. She smiles in the most beautiful way when he praises and kisses her. "Good girl".
I don't know why but hearing him praise her did something to me. Am I okay?
~KADEN.
There's no such thing as being too young to experience. I was twelve when I got my first real sexual experience and it was because of my caretaker. I was twelve and she was 22. The age difference didn't matter when she took my dick and placed it between her round breasts. "Your dick is a little bit big for your age don't you think but it's perfectly normal. What isn't normal is you haven't had your first sexual experience. I'll fix that for you okay"
Those were the words she said to me before she unzipped my pants and started stroking my dick before she proceeded to use her breasts.
My first hard on however was when I was thirteen and it's all because of my Luna. She miraculously appeared in my room and took care of the bloody traitor of a dog that died. Seeing the blood on her gave me a hard on. A normal person would call me crazy and insane, but I am all those things and I did get a hard on thanks to my bloody Luna. She was so innocent then and I had to suppress the urge to stuff my dick in her mouth then, because I didn't want to scare my Luna yet. My sweet innocent Luna.
My Luna has been watching with so much fascination and interest since I brought her into the room. My Luna isn't innocent but at the same time she is innocent. As she grew up, my Luna learnt how to use cuss words, what sex meant, what violence is and she discovered her blood thirsty side too. Well I did. She probably just thinks she is a little violent.
My Luna has been watching the screwing couple even though they aren't a couple. I don't find the show particularly interesting especially since both guys are doing it all wrong. One of the guys made the nipple play too painful, the other gave too much attention to the arse, while neglecting her cunt, breasts and every other part. Boring.
My Luna better not be fascinated by the boy— or even the girl, because she has barely paid me enough attention.
I almost lose my shit when I feel my Luna melt in my embrace after the boy praised the girl. "Good girl" he said.
If I didn't know how much my Luna hates guys I would think she liked the boy. I need to take her out of this place. Because, one, she is barely giving me attention. Two, I have a hard on due to her melting in my embrace.
I am pretty sure she can feel my dick swelling in my jean trousers because she turns to look at me and I raise a brow at her pretending to not know why she was staring at me.
"Let's go somewhere else" Luna drags me outside before I even get the chance to protest. I hold back in the laugh that threatens to come out and let out a soft chuckle instead. "Slow down sweetheart. I cannot almost keep up".
When she doesn't slow down, I drag her back and she crashes into me. It's not that I couldn't keep up. If I wanted to I could've walked ahead of her but where's the fun in that.
She looks up at me and I can see her eyes are laced with…anger? No. Hurt.
What happened within the span of twenty seconds. I am pretty sure I didn't do anything to hurt her. She doesn't allow me the chance to ask her about what could've gotten her hurt, before masking it up. She's hiding from me again. I have never liked Rhea hiding from me. I don't like it now and I will never like it.
"What's wrong Luna" instead of answering the question, she looks down as if that's where my face is. I place my finger under her chin and make her look at me.
"It's nothing. I felt a slight pain in my ankle that's all". She lies without batting an eyelid. Of course I know she's lying but I drop it. I will still ask her later on when she's probably distracted.
Since the first time she came to my house when we were kids, I claimed her as mine. I studied her closely. When she's hurt, pissed, lying, frustrated, I could tell. I learnt everything about her—her favorite color, food, snack, hobbies and even things she didn't know about herself. I knew it all.
"The next place might make leave you horrified, worried and scared maybe". She gives me the 'the fuck are you talking about look'.
My sweet not so innocent Luna will be pissed at me for life after seeing what I'm about to show her. The illegal underground fighting room. It's going to be 10v4. The four reapers against ten other students that think they have the ability to lay a finger on a reaper. It will definitely get bloody but no killing will be done. Maybe.
I take Reah to the stairs located at the center of the building. The stairs should lead to the room where the fighting is done. Rhea might find it hard to go down the stairs so I use the elevator instead. "Where are we going to". She breaks the silent trip but i don't answer her till the elevator stops.
"To watch me pummel kids".