Clepsydra [ON HOLD]

Chapter 11: The Viper

I make my way down the steps gingerly, hiding my reddened face behind my curls. Deus shouldn't see me like this. Or rather, I don't want him to see me like this. I don't want him to see me being on edge of an orgasm, of being denied one at the hands of Orien. I don't want him to know what I look like when anything like that happens.

I make my way down the other flight of steps, not seeing him anywhere in the living room. I have been gone for a while, but hopefully not long enough for the torture to be over. But, I pause for a second, looking at the couch. There's a lack of body on it. Where is Lillian?

"Lillian is with a Keeper," Deus announces once he sees my head at the door. I'm still looking around as if she were to appear before me. I shake my head and go down the stairs. Kora is still strapped to the chair but she's pale, almost yellow, with chunks of hair and scalp missing; teeth bashed in; purple bruises around her neck and arms; burn marks on her torso and thighs. Deus went to town with this one.

"What happened?" I clear my throat and ask, keeping my distance from him as I grab my mask from the floor and put it back on.

"She didn't want to talk," he picks up the little bits and pieces of flesh, tossing them into a bag, "But, I did make her sing," he unties her legs, and I go over, untying her arms. He grunts as he picks her up and sets her in the middle of the saran wrap.

"You know, you could use company dime," I tell him as I help wrap her up tightly, leaving no air bubbles as the wrap squeaks and whines with every movement.

"I know, just never do," He says as we finish with her body. He then takes her up the stairs, with me following, to the car and sets her in the trunk, "I see you had a grand ole time with Orien," He smirks as he looks down to my neck.

My cheeks heat up as my hand slaps over the hickeys he left on me, "Just–Just hurry up and don't get arrested, dumbass," I stutter out as he goes into the drivers' seat. He salutes me and leaves, reversing out of the garage like it was any old Tuesday.

"Actually, go with me," Deus says once his window is rolled down. It's almost dark out, nearing dusk. The sky a pretty red that fades into purple. It captivates me and makes me nod my head, "Lose the mask first." I take the mask off, setting it on the table down here. I walk into the car, and he starts off. Orien can punish me again later.

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The drive to the dump site was calm, surprisingly. We both are doped up with adrenaline, him from the torture and me from the... time with Orien. Currently, Deus is scouting the area for everything before we dump the body. We didn't really drive too far, just enough to get to a park, but I trust him with this.

"We're good," He says as he enters the car. He puts it in drive and goes to the river, "It'll take a second."

"Okay," This whole thing is below me. Why did I agree to help? The sun is gone by now, the moon still rising above the horizon to greet us. And instead of being cuddled up with my Protected, I am here, dumping a body with his boss. Such a waste of time. Honestly, I should be at the townhouse, making food for him or ordering it or something like that while with Orien. We didn't get enough time together, and I want to make up for that. I need to make up for it.

But whatever, it's whatever. Mission comes first. Always.

I pull out my phone, going into the little illegally made app and look at the Lists, all of them. I look through the Laundry's first, not really seeing anything that pops out, or makes me stop. Sure, there are little jobs like politicians (when are they not there?) and a random person in Turkey, but nothing that interests me.

I go back and enter the Road, looking for something new. And sure, they have new drugs and different types of jewlrey but nothing that says 'look at me!' so I keep scrolling, going back out and going to the Trade. This one, this is disgusting. Totally and completely disgusting.