Serpentine Desires

The prey

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It was a nightmare, one that I wished I could wake up from. But there was no escape, no end in sight. I clung to the hope that his eyes would soften, that he would grin and tell me he was just kidding, that this was all some twisted game meant to scare me. But I knew better. Judas didn't play games like that. Not this time. Not ever.

Nothing about him was predictable. He was cruel, his touch like the fire that burned through my soul.

I didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to know about Ivan. Ivan was just a friend.

I knew he'd be more brutal if I didn't tell him what he wanted to hear. He'd inflict pain on me and he wouldn't feel an ounce of remorse. Why was I even expecting a psychopath to show emotions, the only two things he seemed to know were aggression and violence.

I clenched my bloodied fist. "He's just a... friend."

And I knew one thing—Judas didn't ask questions for the sake of asking. He already had an answer in his head. He wanted me to confirm his suspicions, to feed into the darkness that consumed him.

His eyes darkened and I could see him wanting to wring my neck and punish me and maybe he would. "You expect me to believe that, ptichka?"

"Yes."

He stepped back just enough to look at me. "I don't want to hurt you," His voice was deceptively gentle. "But you're not giving me a choice."

The irony of his words wasn't lost on me. Judas always had a choice. He just chose to be cruel, to punish me for sins I hadn't committed. But I knew better than to argue, knew that defiance would only make things worse.

"I swear," I tried again this time more desperate.
But he wasn't listening. He never really listened, not when he was like this.

I shivered as his hands slid down my naked body possessively and roughly, as if he could erase any trace of another man's touch as if he could mark me as his in a way that would leave no doubt.

And maybe he could. Maybe that was what scared me the most—that in the end, he would win, that he would break me, and I would be nothing more than what he wanted me to be.

His.

But I wasn't ready to give in, not yet. "Please, Judas," I whispered, hoping he'd listen.

He paused, his eyes narrowing as he studied me, searching for something—fear, submission, maybe even disobedience. But whatever he was looking for, he didn't find it. Instead, his expression hardened, and he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"That's the second time you're lying to me," His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, teasingly soft. "Are you lying 'cause you want to save him?"

"I'm not—" I started, but the words were cut off as he pushed his thumb into my mouth, silencing me.

"Don't speak," his thumb pressed down on my tongue, forcing me to suck on it. "Not unless I tell you to. Understand?"

I nodded as my heart pounded in my chest. There was no escape, no way out of the web he'd spun around me. And I knew that resisting him now would only lead to more pain, more punishment.
He pulled his thumb from my mouth, and I could still taste him on my lips. His hands trailed down my body, and my skin burned under his touch with fear.

I yelped involuntarily before he hauled me up and forced me around till I felt cold wood against my nipples that's when I realised he had bent me on the table. Panic flowed as I realised what he was to do.