Chapter Thirty Five- The Devil She Doesn't Know Part Six

Look at this slutty costume I am in, I am far from being daddy's little angel, his 'innocent liloco' and I want him to correct that. I mean if all I had to do to last time to unleash the Beast was to dismiss myself and wear some still pretty decent nightwear; then he surely is not going to hold back tonight.

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My eyes fluttered open and as soon as my eyelids rose up, a sharp pang of pain rippled across my jaw and I tasted bitterness on my tongue. The distinct taste of blood mixing with my saliva.

It took me a few seconds to fully regain consciousness and necessary mental function to register what was happening. I grimaced profusely as the bloody saliva went down my throat and my tongue swept over my teeth, causing more blood to be swallowed to accumulated in my mouth.

I felt like shit, but for one, I was very relieved that I was no longer in the woods, lying helplessly on the ground, but I was not entirely happy about my current situation.

I was in a car, a moving car and my head was lying on a man's lap. I would have been startled out of my mind had I not quickly figured out whose lap I was lying on. A jarring scar was right in my line of vision, I recognised Varto because of the mark the Devil had carved into the top of his hand.

I stirred a little, muffled groans of pain flowing out of me as I moved my jaw despite the throbbing pain assaulting my lips and chin. Whimpering lowly, my hand rose to my lips and my fingers pressed into my sore, cold flesh. I was certain I had busted my lip, but the skin felt to be without a single tear.

Languidly, I lifted my aching body and sat up, my eyes immediately locking with Varto's. Even in the dim lighting, the dreary look in his eyes was discernible.

I gazed deeply and intently into his eyes as I tried to piece together understanding and determine how I ended up here when last I remember I was being pursued by a creature in the woods and I had fallen, so certainly the creature must have caught up with me, but here I am, unscathed, except for my wounded tongue, which I brought upon myself.

I could not believe that Jon turned out to be such a vengeful, odious person. I actually liked him, I thought he could save me from my illicit desires, but I guess that fantasy has been squelched by his sordid motives. I almost got violated, the very first time I decide to put myself out there and explore the world- there was no better lesson than that.

The sequence of events suggest that the gun shots were coming from my assigned protectors, so Varto came to my rescue. I should have waited for him to incapacitate Jon and his brothers instead of running off and almost getting myself abducted. Wow, this night turned out to be anything but what I was expecting it to be, I have never landed myself in boiling water so many times in one night, in a few hours even.

"How are you managing?" Varto's bassful, monotone voice snapped me out of my reverie and I immediately guessed that he must have noticed me scrunching up my face and frequently rubbing my chin and lips to sooth the soreness erupting through those areas, so he was aware of my harassing discomfort.

"The pain is nothing I can't handle," I told him, scooting closer to intimidate the rigidity out of him and incite him to thaw his emotional reticence. I attentively monitored his body language as I pouted my lips in child-like prowess and gave him my best puppy eyes, "are you going to tell my father about what happened?" I could not see through his nonchalance, but I already knew which answer to expect. I have pushed him too far for him to even consider doing me another 'favour'. Varto diverted his intense stare to his partner on the wheel as he exhibited some recklessness on the road and alarmed us. Or at least I was alarmed, Varto was expressionless, his dead eyes and lack of emotional response was reminding me so much of the delectable beast who was definitely going to teach me a lesson I will never forget.

"No, miss." He answered curtly, his piercing stare returning to me and pertubing me beyond measure. His words seemed sincere enough though.

I exhaled deeply, putting my hand on my chest, "Thank you, Varto, I was-" He cut me off before I could express my gratitude and palliate my behaviour by promising never to put him in such a tight spot again.

"I do not need to say anything, miss, no one will have to tell him anything, your father already knows." He spoke tauntingly, tormenting my mind and racking me with fear.

The Devil knows, that is the worst news I could have ever received, but I cannot exactly say I was not expecting it. That's just the thing, I cannot fathom how he knows, he wasn't there and no one has said anything to him. That 'man' is far too powerful.

Varto's hand slipped under the flap of his black suit jacket and he retrieved a phone from the inside pocket. He handed me my phone and I nervously accepted it, Jon's menacing eyes flashing in my mind as the cool body of the cell came in contact with my palms.

I cannot trust anyone. My father had tried hard to instill that principle in me, but I am buoyantly naïve and not the best judge of character.

I was tempted to ask what fate Jon and his brothers had suffered for their despicable actions against me, but I knew that that was not going to benefit me in any way. I still clung onto the version of Jon I thought was the real him and I was not insensitive, so hearing of his death would without a doubt affect me acutely, in a negative way at that.

"I am very sorry, Varto. I will accept all the blame and try my very best to protect you." I could not affirm the truth in my voice, neither could the lacking passion in my voice advocate for me. I was too rueful and consumed by dread to grasp onto any passion or determination.

"You know, if he did not have company, he would've collected you himself." I gave Varto an incredulous stare following that taunting revelation.

I am grateful for that company, I don't know where I would be had I woken up and found the Devil sitting next to me, fixating the most punishing, most rebuking stare on me. I would have thrown myself out of the car window.

Varto's calm disposition birthed my mental anguish, I just could not understand how he managed to remain so unfazed knowing the kind of explosive temper his master has. I deduced that, possibly I was more frightened and agitated by the lessening distance between us and the hotel, because I had witnessed the Devil in his most frightening, bestial state. I have since had his crimson eyes at the forefront of my visual memory. I cannot forget them, neither can I forget the promise he made me.

As much as I was wishing some merciful force could pulverize me into dust and carry me away, trust and believe, my horny mind was still very much alive and vying for control. Those stupid, wanton thoughts were begging for relevancy and that's exactly what I gave them.

Even in my fright, I could not help but think that my predicament was not entirely undesirable. Every cloud has a silver lining indeed.

Maybe I might have another opportunity to be owned by the Beast of Bervon.

I have accepted and made peace with my depravity. I want him to fuck me, no one can replace him, he is the only one I want to ruin my innocence with pleasure and bind me with pain.

I will not let him.

"Oh daddy! I have been a very bad girl, I deserve your punishment, don't go easy on me, punish me daddy." I will say it just like Tarlia and fall on my knees- and if I am as lucky as Tarlia, I will never have to wonder again how many of his inches I can take down my throat.

I will provoke him until he gives me a taste of his brutality, just a taste.

I should have bought a dildo and practiced when Jun suggested it over a year ago. I do not want to gag and hurl and embarrass myself or fail to make him cum.

Ughh! The thought made me cringe to my last bone.

But I had some consolation. I am supposed to be his innocent angel, so maybe he will appreciate my inexperience and 'innocence'.

"Varto?" I wiped off the whorish, lustful expression I had on, but Varto would have still been able to tell that I was simmering like a cat in heat.

"Yes miss?" He answered phlegmatically.

"How angry do you think my father is? Did he say anything to you?" I was flustered just imagining a wrathful look etched on his otherworldly handsome face. The Devil tends to look very ravenousness when furious and it is a very evocative, delectable look that does something to me I can't explain.

"I do not know, miss, but I am assuming that he must be very enraged, so it will be wise not to anger him further."

I'm sorry Varto, but that is exactly what I am going to do.

"Varto?" I demanded his attention again just seconds after he had tilted his head to the side.

"Yes miss, is there anything else you would like to know?"

"Yes," I replied with a quip to my voice, "will my mother be spending the night at the hotel tonight?" It will be so much easier for me to loosen up and channel my inner slut in her absence. I can't spread my legs for her husband knowing that she is sleeping across the lobby.