Elven Legacy

Chapter 76

Matt

The first time Juna raped Tessa, Matt tried to stop him. There were no thoughts, he just acted on instinct alone. Rushing the man, wanting to grab and yank him away, and punch his smug dark mage face.

Didn't happen like that.

Instead, their gaoler threw Matt back against the opposite wall with magical force, pinning him there. Matt tried to struggle but realized he was paralyzed. Couldn't move one inch. Couldn't even close his eyes.

Juna wanted him to watch. The sick fuck.

To watch, as he forced Tessa into that flimsy pink dress. To watch, as he pinned her slim, marked wrists on either side of her head with magic. To watch, as Juna held up her thighs and fucked her; as she writhed and twitched and cringed, clearly hating every second of it, though she never uttered a scream or shed a tear. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, if Matt was to guess.

There was a short moment where, in some dark recess of his mind, he wondered if he should enjoy this. If anything, it was a sort of revenge, wasn't it, for what had been done to his sister, back in Tessa's dungeons.

But he didn't enjoy any of it, not even fucking close, and Matt actually decided it was a good thing that he'd tried to stop it. Sure, he'd failed miserably, but at least he'd tried. Which was precisely why he was a better person than Tessa in the first place.

Relishing this moment for the dark, twisted payback it was? Now, that would've been stooping to her level.

Juna's sick games lasted a long time. Too long.

Because once Juna was seemingly done, after he'd put his clothes back on properly, and dusted himself off, his demon showed up. Out of nowhere, without the crypt door ever opening, he rose and walked down the stone stairs.

For all Matt knew, maybe the creepy bastard had been seated there the whole time.

To Matt's horror – and he still couldn't move, couldn't even look the other way, the gods knew he'd tried – the demon, once again wearing Juna's exact same appearance, raped Tessa too. And Juna, the whole time, sat smiling and watching a few feet apart from Matt.

Piece of shit disgusting bastard. The second I'm free, I swear to the gods . . .

Above their heads, the torch cast a bluish glow over the scene. Tessa was clearly tired, hurt, and shaking. In that moment, Matt decided that he would kill Juna. Or he'd help Tessa kill him. They'd find a way.

Because this, the sickening things that Juna was doing right now, Matt wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. And it dawned on him, with a stab to his heart, that Juna must've been doing this to the other scrawny girl too. Must be why she was always so quiet, so numb – she was still in shock.

Gods help us all, who knows how many times he's raped that poor girl? Who knows how many other girls he's hurt?

At some point, he thought he could hear the girl weeping weakly from the passage. Juna didn't seem to notice – or if he did, he didn't care. He kept his eyes riveted to his demon and Tessa – the sick son of a bitch enjoyed watching himself raping her.

Eventually, as if all that still hadn't been enough, Juna made his demon shape-shift into Matt's appearance.

It was disturbing to watch it transform. The demon's skin morphed, changed colors, the dark magic marks disappeared, the hair changed, and finally, the face's bone structure – and the whole time, these lumps ran across the demon, like he had snakes roaming about under his skin. The contents of Matt's stomach burned and threatened to go all the way up.