Toxic - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,144
marks running over her cheeks. Her nose is bleeding, and one eye is swollen shut.
My mouth tightens at the sight of her, knowing the presence of a Muslim girl on a Christian compound does not bode well. Especially not a compound such as this.
I swallow and start praying.
They could torture me, they could hurt me, and I’d never cave.
And somehow, they saw that.
They know pain is not my weakness.
But the girl?
She is.
I want to turn away from her, want to run and hide because I know what’s about to happen.
The only way to stop it is to do something just as heinous.
To a nonbeliever, absolution, penitence, and atonement are just words. But to a devout Catholic? They’re the cornerstones of the faith.
To do something wrong, to ask for forgiveness, that is what we do. What we’re taught to do.
But to be forgiven for rape? For murder?
To be given absolution to the point where the slate’s wiped clean?
No.
Just, no.
And then, in French, Ishmael rasps, “You will take our confessions.”
My throat feels choked. “No! I won’t.”
The girl cries and my gaze cuts to her. My body aches, my stomach and torso bear the imprint of each kick, and my mouth is full of dust from the ground. Overhead, the sun glares down relentlessly, making my skin feel hot and itchy, but I’d stare into the sun a thousand times over before I will do as they demand—
She cries out again.
Her veil’s torn from her, revealing an abundance of beautiful hair.
I look away, close my eyes, and then she screams and I surge to my feet. My training doesn’t allow me to stay passive, to sit idly by while these monsters abuse her.
I take them by surprise. One second I’m on the ground, a victim, and the next I’m on my feet, an aggressor.
The guy holding the girl, wearing a filthy makeshift turban on his head to protect him from the sun, his clothes bloodstained, his boots dusty, doesn’t know what hits him when I ram my fist into his throat.
He gasps, horrified, and lets the girl go to clutch at his neck.
I broke his windpipe.
There’s no saving him.
But men surge around me, and one grabs the girl just as four detain me.
“For that, we’ll kill her and—”
I tune out Ishmael’s taunt, and to the sounds of the dying man’s choked rattle, and the screams from the girl, I lose myself.
My sanity shatters like a stone tossed into a window, the glass rupturing into a thousand pieces that are impossible to fix.
This girl is the first, but she will not be the last.
They will use the innocent to get to me. To make me bow to their demands.
They will carry on until they are stopped, and this time, I pray to Allah, because my God isn’t hearing me, and plead with him to let the Islamic Salvation Front best these monsters.
“You will rot in hell,” I snarl, as the girl’s screams seem to reverberate around the compound. “The Devil will fuck you in the ass, he will stick his cock in every orifice and make you weep blood. You will rue the day you did this, you will rue the day you allowed this abomination to happen. He will fuck you, make you his sluts, and—”
The fist to my face comes as a welcome relief.
But even then, I can’t stop myself.
I headbutt the man opposite me, relishing the gush of blood as his nose breaks.
And when another approaches? I knee him in the balls, hoping to fuck that I do him some damage.
When Ishmael takes his gun and pistol-whips me, I embrace the darkness that overtakes me.
But with the force of the move, he destroys the shattered web of my sanity forever.
The Savio Martin of before is no more.
The creature standing in his place?
I know not his name.
Nor do I wish to.
And if you were smart, you wouldn’t ask it either.
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I'm a romance novelaholic and I won't touch a book unless I know there's a happy ending. This addiction is what made me craft stories that suit my voracious need for raunchy romance. I love twists and unexpected turns, and my novels all contain sexy guys, dark humor, and hot AF love scenes.
I write MF, Menage, and Reverse Harem (also known as Why Choose romance,) in both contemporary and paranormal. Some of my stories are darker than others, but I can promise you one thing, you will always get the happy ending your heart needs!