Page 11 of Flesh & Divinity

“Cinder,” I rasp out quietly.

Her brows slant and she nods. She seems more like a wild animal than a woman.

“Fight. Get off this island before The Keeper, Watcher and Hunter make you stay.” She speaks like a child and suddenly I’m overwhelmed by questions about this woman and who she is? How did she get here? How long has she been here?

“Who?”

Her eyes widen and her head tilts to the side as if she is listening for something or… someone. I look around trying to find the source of whatever has her attention but see nothing.

“Get off island—” She doesn’t finish her sentence, spinning around and running away on all fours like a wild tiger.

Sinners Island.

This is the place prisoners are sent that can’t be contained on the main islands. This is where the worst of the worst are kept. Only three people have ever escaped this island and still to this day, no one has been able to locate them. Their names and identities were never released to the public either.

No one has escaped this island in years.

I’m trapped.

I have no way to escape.

Maybe if I let that pig of a king fuck me he would have concerned himself with my safety and came looking for me.

Not a minute later, I hear the sound of footsteps and hunker down again, fearful that it might be someone from the island. When one of the masked men stands in front of me, I stiffen. His black hair seems to shimmer in the moonlight, brown eyes burning with intensity that has me sitting up straight.

“Making friends with the island rat?”

“Huh?”

I may not be able to see his face, but the look in his eyes darkens, telling me he’s snarling behind his mask.

“Your first task. Clean.” I jerk back in shock. He doesn’t wait for me to reply, he bends down and grips my collar. “Try anything and I will string you up and have my boyfriend whip you as punishment.” My eyes widen and I wish I could say it was from terror. He and I both know it’s not. He growls in approval, then releases me. “Follow,” he commands, then trudges back toward the cabin. I hastily follow after him, not wanting to spend another minute out here in the cold.

I keep my head down as he leads me through the deserted ruins of their home. When we enter the kitchen, I slow to a stop beside him and take in the sight. It’s old and outdated. There is no stove, just an open fire, and a wooden bench with a chunk missing out of the middle. Cobwebs gather in the corners and dust is thick throughout. The floor is filthy and in serious need of cleaning.

“Fix this up, feed us and you will earn items.” I turn and face him. He stands there in a plain cotton shirt, dark jeans and boots. The glass mask is ominous but I also see the beauty in it. I’ve never seen anything like it before. His brown eyes bore into mine with intensity. I see loathing and hatred reflected in those eyes and take a step back.

“What does that mean?” I hate how meek I sound. I should be used to this shit. Since the moment my dad died, Ava and her two bitches, Rena and Shannon, have tried to make my life a living hell and here I stand at the mercy of another's cruelty.

“Do as you’re fucking told.”

“Fine,” I grit out.

A sinister look enters his eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. “We own you.” I tremble. “Fail to do as you are told, and you become free game for all the men on Sinners Island, Princess Liar.”

I spend the next two hours shooing mice and crushing spiders. I cooked porridge for breakfast and added a side of moldy bread, but beggars can’t be choosers. I work with what I have.

When the three of them enter the kitchen, I hastily plate their food and then serve it. The three of them sit with their backs to me, so I don’t see their faces when they lift their masks to eat. I grit my teeth but manage to swallow my growl of annoyance. They’re fucking clever.

I return to my task of cleaning the kitchen while they eat. I found a well outside and managed to gather some fresh water to use.

I’m killing time until I’m alone again, so I can scout the area without getting fucking shocked and hopefully find a way off this fucking island.

I’m so focused on scrubbing the wooden counter and plotting my escape, I don’t hear one of them come to stand behind me until I feel hands grip my waist. I shriek in surprise and attempt to turn around but he grips the back of my neck and pushes me flat so I’m plastered against the counter.

“Any hole,” he begins, as I hear him unfastening his pants with his other hand. “Anytime, we want,” he purrs as he presses the head of his cock against my entrance. I fight not to flinch when he pushes inside me. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out in pain. He jerks out of me, and I almost whimper in thanks until I feel him drop to his knees behind me. He grips one of my legs and pushes it up to give himself better access. A cry of surprise and need tears from me when I feel his hot wet tongue slide through my pussy.

I’ve read about men loving to eat women out, but I didn’t expect it to be true. I’m grateful now I used the water from the well to clean myself up and wash away the dried blood.