Serpentine Desires

The prey

The smug satisfaction in his voice was terrifying.

It always had been.

I clenched my fists swallowing the fear clawing up my throat as Lucius signalled to his men, and they pushed us into a dim, cold cemented room.

Judas's sister was still lying unconscious on the floor though they hadn't bothered to tie her up this time and pulled off her blindfold and gag. My heart hammered in my chest as I glanced around the room and the immense hopelessness sank into my bones.

This was my fault. I'd dragged her into this nightmare, and now... now we were stuck, with no sign of an escape.

Sinking against the wall, I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face against them. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears, but they slipped down anyway, warm and bitter on my cheeks. What would happen to us now? What was he going to do to us?

And even if I somehow survived this, how would I escape Judas's wrath?

A soft groan sounded beside me startled me and I stiffened, holding my breath. Slowly, I lifted my head as Judas's sister began to stir, her brow furrowing as she regained consciousness.

Her charcoal hair cascaded down her back in rough waves and her eyes squinted around. Anya. She was Anya Romanovski as far as I could recall. I swallowed hard as she rubbed her eyes.

"Where the fuck...?" She muttered, her gaze shifting, unfocused until it landed on me. Her eyes narrowed and a steely familiar glint that reminded me of her brother in her emerald-green irises. "Who the hell are you?"

Before I could even stammer out a reply, the door creaked open, and one of Lucius's guards stepped inside. The dim light cast shadows over his hulking form making him seem even larger. He was bald, his scalp tattooed with strange, twisting symbols, the ink deep and dark against his pale skin. His muscles strained against his clothes.

I froze. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out everything else. He was looking at her—not just glancing, but staring, his gaze dragging over her body with a hunger that twisted my stomach.

A sick grin curled at the corner of his mouth and his eyes narrowed as he took his time. I could feel his gaze, invasive, sticky, lingering far too long. And I recognised that gaze all too well. His smirk grew as if he enjoyed the discomfort radiating off her and every inch of me screamed to shield her, to step between them, but I couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

The room felt colder as tilted his head, still staring, as if daring me to react.

But instead of recoiling, to my surprise, Anya tilted her head, a slow, sultry smile spreading across her lips. "Hey there, big guy," she purred and I stared at her as if she had lost her mind.

I blinked as my mouth fell open in shock. What was she doing?

I flinched as the guard took a step closer, his chest puffed out with self-satisfaction and his lips curled as he leered at her. Was as insane as her brother? Cause who in the right mind would provoke a guy-

But my jaw met the floor as soon as she twisted her body and rammed her elbow hard into his face just when he was about to touch her. He staggered back and blood spurted from his nose, a surprised, muffled grunt escaping his mouth before she slammed her knee up into his stomach, sending him crumpling to the floor.

"No one touches a Romanovski, you fucker." She hissed grabbing his gun and unloading the bullets before dismantling it. I was still sitting shocked on the floor when she threw a bullet at me. "On your feet, little girl."

I blinked. What... what did just happen?

I barely had any energy left to react as I wobbled on shaky legs. "You could've... used that gun—"