Seth (Book 4)
With my voice muted, I will never be saved.
Hugo kept on thrusting inside me and, with each thrust, hurt. All eyes were on me; watching him perform himself inside me as if doing this to a child was entertaining. My eyes moisten as I look over at the red-eye figure. I hear voices, like whispers, as Hugo has his way with me. The voices in my head tell me to submit, join, and be one of them. They are filling my head that entering them would give me paradise—a life I always wanted. I advert my eyes on the dark figure behind Hugo. The movement has just gotten faster as I stare at those red eyes. Then she pulls a line into a long smile, the shape of a sickle. My eyes aided in fear.
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