The Cult

Lonely

** hey, just wanted to say there's a slight trigger warning on this part for abuse and a bit sexual assault. If this triggers you I suggest reading until the taunting and then scroll to Hero's POV. Sorry if this is a triggering topic for you, I don't mean any harm at all! See you at the end😘**

Jo's POV
Day 3

Shaking.

I'm literally shaking.

  He just said that he'd be right back, but somehow being without him makes me feel powerless, it makes me weak.

Not that I wasn't already.

  I know he was probably weirded out by all my questions yesterday, but I just to know things, to relearn them. I can't help my inner demons battling each other for dominance over me.

You also can't help the overwhelming feeling to kiss Hero yet you haven't done that yet. Go girl... I guess.

  I hate my inner self, but I hate being alone more. Hero's butler isn't even here, he went for groceries or something. This prompted me to take a stroll around the penthouse.

This place is massive.

  I can't believe he lives here, well now both of us live here really. I can't believe my life went from shit to this. But there's only four days left to save Katherine and Sofie and I still have no idea what the fuck I'm gonna do.

Don't say fuck or you won't be taken when it's time.

What the fuck are you thinking Jo?! You can do whatever you damn well please.

  I quickly shake my thoughts away. I need to get whatever mind altering drug out of my system. I need it all out. I grasp onto the couch as my entire body shakes. That is until I hear the door open and close, and the air turns into ice.

That is NOT Hero.

  I can see the door from here, but just the way the air is I know that isn't him. As quietly as I can, I hide behind the couch.

  "Josephine, where are you?" A taunting voice rings in my ears. Fucking Mason.

  "I can't have one of my members going rouge now, can I? I've told you before, you've always been my special little Josephine. I'm gonna tell you a story, especially since I know you're the only one here." He rambles on and keeps walking through out the house, but I can always hear him.

  "I bet you don't remember the third week in the compound. Oh what a joy you were. You didn't question anything, but I immediately knew you weren't like the rest of them. You weren't so quick to follow me, you always thought about it. You always had a brain. I don't want my followers having brains Josephine, that's why you were special."

  I put my hand over my mouth. He thinks I don't remember what he did to me. Tears run down my face and my breathing turns heavy at the memory. It's all coming back, he just doesn't know it yet.

  "Anyway, you were under for a little bit at least, always coming to my room bright and early. I always had a task and you were so quick to do it. My little Josephine. One night though, after the ceremony, I brought you back to my rooms. I never had the intention of just talking like I said. A man has his needs Josephine, and you are way sexier then your sister. They way your hips dip, the way those lips move. I hate to say it, but I've imagined those lips around me Josephine."