I didn't want to be anywhere near the doctors van when it pulled up.
Climbing up to the roof, I bought Luke and Levi with me so we could stay out of sight.
The way I had been drugged and defanged still burned deep within me even after all this time. I hated Bruce for ordering it and I hated the doctor for not refusing it.
I almost broke his bones too until the sedatives finally kicked in. He had been fighting for his life while I was trying to pump venom into his fat little body he hid behind chairs and trays.
What a time that had been.
Pressing my face to the wall beside Silera and Balae, I peeked out the hole in the bricks and down towards the carpark out the front.
The top of the little white van he worked out of was still there.
Huffing, I slid down to lean against the wall as I sat on the boards.
"How long do you think we will have to be up here?" Levi leant over the railing to try and see anyone passing through.
"As long as we have to" I waved a hand "I'm not going to be next on Bruce's list again."
I didn't want the younger two to face that either. After Levi messaged me about Silera, I made quick work of getting them away from the front and up where it was safer.
Bruce would take a while to haul his fat body up those ladders. By that time, we could slip out the holes in the roof, or round back to the other side and climb down that way.
I'd be damned if I just stood back and let these kids have their fangs ripped out in retaliation because Bruce couldn't get to Silera.
Ezra was guarding the other side from his coil. As tense as things were between us, he knew something was wrong. We were on the same side for now, so he allowed me to put myself in the way of this side of the roof.
If Bruce managed to climb up here, he'd be met with four snakes and one massive bird. Around the other side, Ezra waited with Claire and two dogs who had the red ribbons fanned out between them so they could scrub stains and patch holes.
He wasn't getting up here. Not when we were this close.
"Vinnie says they still haven't come back in yet" Levi reported from his phone "he'll message us when they do."
I smiled to him, checking on Luke who was trying to read over his shoulder.
"How did it go?" I grinned to him "with Vinnie?"
"I....uh...." he glanced to Luke, then to me accusingly "it went well. I asked for a glass of water."
"Why would that matter?" Luke scoffed "why are you so embarrassed over some water?"
"He's been wanting to try some of the harder stuff" i grinned back "but he's been too afraid to ask. Baby steps."
"Baby steps" Levi smiled nervously, glaring to me again.
He had to tell the guy soon. He was digging a hole far too big to pull himself from.
Luke wasn't someone he needed as an enemy right now. Not when we were being threatened like this.
"He likes the little bar boy, doesn't he?" Silera spoke in Heshier, smirking above him leaning against her body from the floor.
I smirked back, nodding.
"He doesn't know how to tell him" I snickered "he's worried Vinnie won't like him back."
"Oh" Silera sighed, shaking her head "to be back when things were so trivial."
I laughed with her, gaining Levi's attention.
"What are you talking about now?"
"About how much sex they're going to have up here" Luke teased him "you'll hear it when you are playing the guitar. It's just...."
He held his hands and clapped them together. He held it right against Levi's ears, adding in hissing and a flickering tongue for good measure. He even moaned a little to make him squirm.
Silera snorted. I hid my smile behind my hand when Levi leant away, groaning and begging for my help through his pitiful eyes.
"He's got no idea" Silera laughed to me.
"None at all" I agreed, chuckling.
"Boys" Balae grunted, rolling her eyes over her phone.
"Dude, stop!" Levi shoved him back when Luke was right against him, teasing "you're so annoying!"
"Lighten up! It's just a bit of fun!" he smirked back, gesturing for him to come close so he could raise a hand a whisper into his ear, smiling as he did.
Levi instantly flushed. He burned brighter and his heartbeat increased dramatically.
Holding his hands over his chest to try and smother the movement, he did a good job of disguising the excitement from whatever Luke had said by using the heat up here to his advantage.
So, he had done that before. What a sneaky tactic. I'd have to keep that one in mind if I ever needed it.
Standing once more, I pressed to the warm bricks and peeked out the hole again.
"I don't know if you'll find anything" Balae commented "I think they're just going to stay down there and patch those two up."
"What do you reckon made him do it?" Levi spoke up, turning to me and looking up at Balae leaning over "when I was down there, it looked like he had killed someone. I thought Bruce had decked into him; that's how bad it was."
Luke looked impressed. Even Silera was listening closely.
"Well, if he didn't, it'd be a whole heap of hell for the rest of us" Balae grumbled "if Alowyn won?"
She breathed out and shook her head.
"The birds have an odd relationship with each other" she explained "if you throw that out of balance, you'd have fishing birds higher than the hunters, and the tawnies butchering the drongo."
"Surely, it's not that bad" I spoke up now, doubting her.
She was being so dramatic. Killing? Over someone else beating Avery?
The wingless bird wasn't that special. Fascinating, sure, but not the only one holding the balance of his species together.
If that were the case with me, we'd all be fucked a long time ago.
"It works with who you associate with too. I am here with Silera, so most of the others will avoid both me and you snakes in return."
"Such a brave soul" Silera rubbed her head on Balae's who returned the loving gesture, clacking quietly and shaking her head.
"Others befriend the dogs, so they avoid the dogs. Anything that could hurt a bird, they avoid. It forms a ladder of who not to mess with, and who is easy pickings."
"So, you'd be somewhere in the middle then" Luke grinned, looking up to try and see Balae "maybe towards the lower part?"
He was teasing her now. She could hold her own against his weak attempt.
"Actually, Little Lizard" she puffed up proudly "try towards the top. I could break your neck against a hot rock and fill my stomach while no-one bats an eye."
Instantly, Luke looked nervous. He let out a nervous little chuckle to her.
"You think I'm joking?" she hardened her stare on him.
Balae was already an intimidating bird. Heightening it with threats, it was making me question Luke's safety. I glanced to him, questioning if I needed to step in.
"Balae" Silera nudged her head from Luke's direction "stop playing. I respect you, my beauty."
Balae kept her gaze on Luke. Even with her face being pushed, she remained focused.
She got up, stretching up and peeling her legs carefully from the nest. Hooked on Silera's coiled body, she finally returned the nudge and murmered to Silera.
Jumping down, Balae made the floor shake. The thumping of her body scared Luke and Levi and made me get to my feet in preparation. Glancing over, even Ezra was keeping watch at what was about to happen.
"I'm going for food" Balae spoke up. Her nails clicked across the floor and around to the space before Luke.
She paused, facing the ladder. Suddenly, she spun around to snap her large beak right in Luke's face.
Clicking out laughter, she continued onwards to jump down onto the platform, making it sound out under the force falling onto it. I heard Luke gasp, grabbing his chest and panting at the close call.
He turned to me when I rushed over to check on him. Grabbing his head to forcefully turn it, I didn't see any nicks. Releasing him promptly, he just tried to regain his nerves.
"She's wonderful" Silera smiled as she filled in the space Balae had left. She puffed out proudly, keeping her eggs perfectly incubated with a combination of the hot air and her cold body.
Huffing at her oversight, I just peered down at both boys.
"Stay here with Silera. I'm going to check things out."
"The bloody bird will be back!" Luke threw a hand out "she's insane! We should just go back down a..."
"No" I snapped to him as I pulled out my phone "I'll message you if I didn't anything. Stay up here until I say so."
Luke huffed, grumbling.
"Yes, Dad" he jeered.
Levi smiled apologetically back to my glare, muttering to his friend as I turned to walk down towards Ezra.
I could get info from him too on the way through. Speaking and only understanding Heshier limited him, but I didn't have any problem with my natural birth language.
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Approaching him, he lifted up from his coil. I held up a hand, showing him I wasn't over to start problems.
Claire worked nearby. She was out in the beams above the stage, working on the hooks and ticking off points on a phone illuminating her face. A black rectangle clip hung from her shirt collar that had a single red light on it.
The two dogs leant over to glance from around the room Ezra was coiled in front of. The door wasn't where he rested. It was around the side where the dogs had the massive amounts of ribbon stretched out. There was a gap where they worked, before another room pulled out like the one Ezra curled against. At the far side was a little opening where a ladder protruded. From where it was, I had no doubts it would lead down to the little alcove where Nisha and his chandelier usually lurked.
Convenient. It also was confusing why he had never gone up this far. Maybe there was no need with no-one from his main circle up here? Or maybe he did when everyone had gone home, trying to find new spaces to spy from?
The guy annoyed me. The way he stopped everything and just locked onto me when Elgress and Vinnie met up earlier had me instantly paranoid that he could hear what we were about to say.
Could he hear that far? He had a nasty habit of being where I didn't want him.
I could speak freely with Ezra though. None of the dogs knew Heshier, and I was certain Claire didn't either.
I leant against the wall beside Ezra. It was oddly warm under my touch. Placing a hand further down, it grew hotter.
Turning to it, the wall burned brightly back. The rest of the room was void of the warmth radiating out in a small circle. With Ezra directly in front of it, I just assumed all heat was from him soaking it up from the lights.
A heater. So that's why he preferred this area in particular.
That was smart.
"Did they tell you about Bruce?" I glanced around, instantly flipping into Heshier.
Ezra didn't reply. Out on the beams, I heard a robotic voice repeating what I had said, in English.
A translator. That's how Claire worked with him. Made sense.
"Turn it off!" Ezra snapped out to her "this is private!"
Once the gadget droned out the threat, she squeaked out an apology and promptly switched it off.
The dogs popped their heads back to continue their work, muttering amongst themselves.
"Is that it?" I dropped my voice while glancing to her and them.
The robotic voice was quiet. She was deaf to our conversation now.
"Yeah."
He folded his arms and gazed over at Silera rather than me.
"So, is it true?" he grunted to me.
"Who knows?" I replied, glancing "he wouldn't be able to anyway. She's too big. She won't go down that easily."
Ezra smiled and snorted. He nodded once.
"I'll kill him myself before he even gets close."
We fell into silence. I agreed with him, but didn't let him know.
"You aren't denying its wrong" Ezra broke the silence.
I looked up to see him finally acknowledging me. Looking away, I scuffed my foot on the floor.
"I'm too obvious" I just said.
"Because you are the star" Ezra snorted at the name, rolling his eyes "and yet you let him do things like that to you."
Shame washed over me. There was no use trying to defend myself when all of the snakes knew what they were seeing through the walls below them.
"It's disgusting" he wrinkled his nose.
I grimaced, hearing the hate in his voice.
"It is" I agreed.
He made me feel filthy for letting it happen. Just talking about it made the vile, sour taste pour into my mouth. I could feel his hands on me before I wrapped mine around myself to try and block it out.
Ezra saw and loosened a little. Staring ahead, I felt his nail prod my shoulder.
"You could always strangle him. Make it look like a sex thing."
"And be the first suspect?" I sighed back "he's not into that. Anyone would vouch he wasn't into kinks, he's just an alcoholic."
"Then sp..."
"Thought about it" I cut him off "too obvious."
"Not if you aren't here" Ezra said, smirking when I looked up again.
"Then it'll fall on the rest of you."
Ezra fell silent, smiling as he still watched Silera.
"Not if we aren't here."
I frowned, looking across to her as well.
"Are you leaving?"
He shrugged, folding his arms again and laying back across himself.
"I'd like to, but she's dedicated to Balae. If we can't take her, she won't leave. Balae probably would go too, but it's up to Silera. If Bruce died, they'd have no choice. Plus the fact you are hers now."
His voice turned sour. His hard expression still refused to look at me.
"Five years, just like that."
He hissed, digging his own nails into himself.
"I have no say" he muttered venomously.
"I'm sorry" I almost whispered "she caught me by surprise too."
"And yet, here you are again, just jumping for your chance to mate her."
I wasn't going to rise up against him. He was feeling the same betrayal I was; lashing out at whoever was closest to listen.
"I'm only keeping them safe from Bruce; nothing else."
Both our eyes fell on the group. Luke and Levi stood next to Silera now who leant her head close to them, slowly and deliberately speaking as Levi tried to copy it.
She was teaching him Heshier.
My smile grew from seeing how proud he was at forming simple words. She looked like she was even mothering the boy by being so encouraging. Even Luke was wanting to join in.
"How many do you usually have survive?" I asked now "after Silera weeds out the rest?"
Ezra huffed, grumbling.
"Last time was three" he flopped a hand "time before that was two. A few chances, I've had none. I want at least six now."
None. She only wanted Collosal's. The others would have been Naga or maybe even deformed into something like myself, but that was unlikely when both of them didn't have legs.
"What about you?" Ezra's eyes ran over them "she takes the lot, no matter what?"
I grumbled an agreeance.
"It's not right" he growled.
"It's not" I agreed "but I do it for her."
"That's changing" Ezra warned me "she's not in charge when she mates me. We had a deal. She sticks to it."
I hadn't told Elgress about that part yet. I had scared her too much into listening to anything else I had to say after she blatantly mocked me.
Would she listen to me again after turning on her so viciously?
"She'll stick to it" I just said "after she has mine, she'll be ready."
She could use the pit amongst the flowers for the last time. The next time, I would hope she'd be under the actual sky and breathing in the fresh air as she gave life to her babies.
Maybe one day they'd be mine. She wouldn't be with Ezra forever.
And how was I supposed to even mate Silera with Balae as her shadow? Would we do it up here or out there?
I felt embarrassed to ask Ezra. It seemed like I was prying.
But, I was about to take his place. I didn't want to mess this up or be crushed in the process.
"Does....."
I tried to point it out, flicking a finger to Silera's coil.
"Does she.... watch?"
Ezra blinked down at me, then back at Silera.
"Balae?"
I nodded, flushing.
"What, you're suddenly shy of an audience?" he jeered at me "didn't stop you all the other times you tangled with Elgress."
He grinned and shook his head at me, finding it all amusing.
"She makes herself scarce. It can get a bit intense. Silera likes to make you work for it."
Ezra sounded proud of the fact. Wild snakes usually thrashed and strangled each other in the process. By his wording, it seemed she liked to do the same.
"Outside?"
"Definitely" he nodded "you'll break the roof up here. She has her hunting fields where you'll become mates. Balae waits here."
That was do-able. Relief lifted my shoulders and I let out a breath as I smiled.
"She got you nervous?" Ezra teased.
He was much larger than me. He didn't have to worry about breaking his legs or being lost amongst her massive body. He could keep up.
I shrugged, trying to play it off.
"What about Elgress?" he asked "she just does it anywhere?"
Was he insinuating she was a whore, willing to be bent over anything?
I glared at the question, folding my arms over my flaring heat.
He'd already said he thought of her than nothing more than something defective. He was trying to see how easy she'd be to submit to him.
It felt wrong to be talking about her sexual experiences so casually with the one who would be changing everything she was comfortable with.
"She likes being supported. We usually have my room to do it in, away from others."
Ezra turned to look at the one behind him, scanning it.
"It could work" he pondered "she could nest in there until we find another one outside. They use it for junk."
I chuckled, dismissing that immediately.
"She's not like Silera. She'll keep working through it all. She's got a strong will about her and won't let you say otherwise. She doesn't nest."
I had tried the first few times. After proving she was capable, I stopped trying to bed-bound her and let her do her thing. It still didn't stop me from reminding her when to take things easier for the safety of our developing babies.
"She's also a snake, but barely. She'll feel the cold. You have to keep her warm."
"Do I hunt for her?" Ezra questioned.
I shook my head.
"She can find her own food. She likes Fasties. She won't touch rats."
Ezra wrinkled his nose again. His eyes searched for more questions, looking defeated.
"What do I do then?"
"Make her happy and wait for your babies to arrive. You don't need to worry about anything else. She's quite independent. You can both do what you want."
Ezra didn't like this. He scowled, huffing and even billowing out a little.
"How do I know that she's not going to go back to you, or slide under the other ones?"
He jerked his head to Luke and Levi, chattering amongst themselves as Silera watched on.
He felt threatened by them? They were so young. They wouldn't, would they?
"She wouldn't..."
"How do I know?" he urged "how can I trust her when she goes to you so often? How do I know she's going to take this seriously when she's out there, flipping on that chandelier or hanging in that bar? I need this to work."
There was desperation in his eyes. Grimacing at it, I couldn't give him an answer.
It was up to Elgress to keep our word. I would stay true to mine.
"As long as we are in this, I won't touch her" I vowed "we'll stay true to them, like we should."
"Deal?" Ezra held out a hand towards me.
Chuckling it, we shook on our devotion.
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"I'm nervous" Ezra admitted when we returned to our positions "there's eight chances, and I might not end up with any."
"I am too" I added "it's hard to tell when she carries them with her. I worry if she's going to have too many or too little. I'm scared that she's going to have all of these babies and never come around to the idea of having an actual family."
Ezra's eyes lifted. He turned to me, showing he was listening.
"She doesn't want to be a mother" I grumbled "but yet, she'll come to me to make sure she is one for those few hours so she can be paid. I guess, as long as she doesn't need to care for it, she's happy."
"So you want her to get the Naga's and be done with that?"
I nodded, shrugging.
I didn't want to shed tears in front of Ezra. Brushing it off made it hurt a little less.
"I can make her come around" Ezra spoke confidently.
I laughed, shaking my head.
"You won't. She's adamant. She won't give up that money."
"Make her" Ezra grew serious "she's diseased with the shakes. You can either make her so addled that she can never carry again, or you can make her find love in something she only sees as painful."
I couldn't ruin her life by hurting her further. Not another drop of venom would flow through her veins from me. I already had to be reminded of what I had done to her every time she started to lose focus or get too emotional.
She'd never love what we created together. She never even let them touch her skin after pushing them into the dirt. Not one had suckled from her or felt her heartbeat under their heads. They were always out of sight in an old box used for storing rats.
I never got to bond with my babies. A few minutes was all I had from birth to box. After that, she took them with her and I never saw them again until it was repeated again in the new batch.
She'd never love them. She couldn't.
"She won't" I tried to smile back, feeling the tears pricking my eyes now as I shrugged "she won't."
"I'll make her see" Ezra vouched "then we will both be happy when we return to our own mates."
Looking back at the group, I smiled at them still learning. Silera nudged Luke's head, grinning when he did the greeting properly.
"She'll be such a good mother" Ezra commented "if you can't get anything from Elgress, maybe Silera will give you what you want until then?"
Was Ezra approving of me? There was no resentment in his voice how. He wasn't even hiding any sarcastic tones in his words.
It was all genuine. He finally saw my pain and sympathized with it.
"I've got family out there because of her" Ezra bubbled "you can find love here while I try to make Elgress find love there."
Uncoiling, Ezra leant over me. Holding out his arm towards me, I looked at the gesture in surprise.
"I've got you if you have me" he smiled warmly.
Sniffling, I nodded. Clapping his arm with my own, we gripped each other's wrists and pressed our lowered foreheads to each others.
"We both got the shit end of the stick" he spoke "it's better if we eat shit together, than just one of us."
I laughed back, feeling the tears running over my cheeks and onto the floor.
"Thank you, Ezra" my lip trembled.
He was the reason i'd be able to have anything of my own out there. Even if it was just one, it was more than anything I had now.
"Thank you."
"Hey, it's all good" he lifted his head from mine to smile sympathetically at my tears "you're helping me out too. I should be thanking you."
I wiped my eyes, grinning.
"You still can?"
"Fuck off" he laughed out as we broke our grip "you sly prick."
Grinning back, we both snorted and chuckled at each other.
Ezra's eyes slid back to Silera before he nudged me and pointed.
"Looks like they approve too."
They were all grinning back at us. Silera looked particularly proud of us as she still guarded her eggs. Locking her eyes with Ezra's, she beamed. Turning to mine, I saw anticipation brimming forth now that Ezra had given his approval for our bonding.
I was excited for it to happen now. I had some sort of idea what I was doing. I had hope that Silera would be proud of what we'd create together, and that they would be strong enough to survive.
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Brimming with happiness, I couldn't let my guard down yet. I still had to check downstairs and deal with Bruce if he tried coming after my future mate.
That made me smile. What an odd feeling it was to be so hopeful.
"I'll check that the coast is clear and that Silera will be ok" I told Ezra "you don't have a phone, do you?"
He spread his arms out, searching himself.
"Does it look like I've got pockets anywhere?"
Right. He didn't need to be a smart-arse about it.
Brushing aside his jab, I just left him to head for the ladder.
Coming up to the ribbon the dogs quickly reeled up out of the way, I turned to Claire and waved to catch her attention.
"You can turn it back on now" I jabbed my chest to get her to look at hers "thanks."
"Anytime, Tawn" she grinned "sounded intense."
I laughed, walking backwards so I could keep eye contact with her.
"It sounds worse than what it is!"
She moved to another beam, standing on it to point at me.
"I'll take your word for it!"
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Smiling to myself, I found the top of the ladder and peered down the gap.
Sure enough, it was the alcove I thought of earlier. I could see Nisha just sitting there, refusing to move over to the chandelier still hanging out for practice.
He was on his phone. From the familiar colours, he was messaging someone. His heart had stopped thundering in his chest from the fall. Now it was a tight beat against his knees drawn up to under his chin.
I started my descent. The tapping of my shoes on the rungs caught his attention immediately. He wiped his eyes and put his phone down, hoping not to be caught doing something he shouldn't be while on the job.
"Relax, it's just me" I soothed.
He frowned, staring from me to the roof.
"What are you doing up there?" he blurted out "how did you even get up there?"
"The other side" I held on with one hand and pointed with the other before resuming the climb down "what are you doing here?"
Bruce had told him to get back up here and on the chandelier. It looked to me he was just hiding out where he felt safest.
What causes him to fall earlier? Did he know something I didn't? Was it about me? It had happened after he was tracking me.
Was it about Bruce? But, who would have told him? Or did he hear?
Jumping off the last few, I saw Nisha startle at the loud noise. He didn't move, flipping his phone back over to just stare at the screen.
"Are you here to make fun of me?" he mumbled into his knees, eyes glancing up pitifully.
"As tempting as that would be" I pointed, seeing him turn from me and back to the phone "no. I'm not."
He lifted again. Tears filled his eyes. He sniffled.
Crossing the floor, I pulled myself down opposite Nisha. He kept his legs close while I crossed mine and pulled out my own phone to unlock and slide across to him.
"Add your number in."
He sniffled again, frowning. He didn't touch the phone, like it was poisonous.
"Why?"
"So if Bruce starts shit, I can let you know" I explained "he's targeting people in my team, and probably a lot more after, you know, Lumi and Sasha."
Nisha let out a sob, nodding.
He really cared for that woman. It was hard not to get attached to the ones who performed beside you every night.
Lumi was dear to him.
"Did you like her?"
"N-no" he frowned, hiding his face "it-it's unfair w-what happened."
Forcing her to return, knowing she wouldn't have a job after tonight? Making her pretend it was all fine as she sang to a crowd who probably wouldn't remember her after she was replaced? That was next level psychopath shit.
"She's still coming back" I tried to smile at his scowl "nothing about this is right, Nish."
I leant over and tapped the floor near my phone to refocus him.
"Add it so I can help you."
Dragging it towards himself, he lifted it and went searching for the contacts. Scrolling through, he started tapping in his name and number.
"Don't forget to add an icon, so I know who you are" I pointed "it makes it fun."
"Fun?" Nisha scoffed "you?"
"I've got Vinnie as champagne and nail polish" I defended "and he's got me as a...."
Should I say it? It might make him a bit happier.
"....dancing snake with a party hat."
Nisha snorted before letting out a laugh. He giggled, holding my phone in one hand and his in the other as he copied contacts over.
"I'm doing that. You're going to be in the dumb party hat" he shook his head with a smile.
"As a matter of fact, purple hats are my favourite" I held myself up proudly and laid on the sarcasm thick "and I can dance."
"You?" he giggled, looking at me "contortion doesn't count as dance."
He turned his phone around to face me. This snake had on a pink party hat.
"How many are there?!" I cried out.
He pulled back, pressing a few buttons and showing me again.
A whole bubble was dedicated to this stupid icon; all in different hats and colours.
Why? What was the point?
"Actually, I'll put you in the dunce hat" Nisha decided with a laugh "suits you."
He showed me, still amused at my blank stare back.
"I'm the monkey with the hands over its mouth. Speak no evil" he grinned back and passed my home over.
"Should be hear no evil" I quipped when I saw it "ratty-eared...."
I stopped myself when I saw the hurt return to Nisha's face.
"Maybe I do deserve the dunce cap" I mumbled back apologetically.
Nisha smiled and nodded, only pausing when my phone vibrated from a message.
It was Vinnie.
He's back in his office. Both ok. Still got his wings.
He added two birds and a heart after it.
"Avery and Alowyn are fine" I relayed, jabbing in a quick thumbs-up "I'm going to talk to Bruce."
Nisha cringed immediately and made a move for the ladder leading down.
"I'll be in my room, out of the way" he decided.
That wouldn't be a bad idea. He could regain his nerves before the show tonight while hiding out.
"Thanks for the chat" he flashed a little smile when I went to the ladder "it was....interesting."
Smirking back, I just focused on my task ahead of trying to save Silera from Bruce's wrath.
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My heart was pounding when I stood in front of the door blocking the way.
With my knuckles raised to it, I hesitated; contemplating just walking away and leaving it alone.
Bruce couldn't hurt Silera because of her size, but he's find other ways. I thought I was untouchable and he had me so drugged I could barely move when my fangs were torn out.
My tongue ran over them nervously. I peered up at the masses of heat above me and over in the top corner diagonally. They'd be watching my every move. Whatever happened would be on show for them to see.
Knowing that made it worse. It was a bit easier when I thought it was just me being defiled on the desk without an audience.
Now that I knew the truth, if it came to that, I'd do it; knowing that they'd all be my unwilling witnesses.
At least Elgress was spared from the horrid sight. Even if she was actively avoiding me, I still cared enough to want her to keep living obliviously. She knew, but she never saw.
Still, I had to prepare myself. I never entered this office and left unscathed.
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Knocking, I waited a few seconds to enter.
There was a grunt and I opened the door to Bruce watching the cameras. He turned when I closed the door and locked it, plastering a greasy grin on his face.
"That time already?" he placed his cup down and leant back to begin fiddling with his belt.
"I'm not here for that" I replied sternly, making him pause "I'm here about the de-fanging."
His face screwed up in disappointment and he hauled himself forward to scoop up his drink again, swirling it.
"Those bastards told you?" he pointed a finger from around the glass he swigged.
"I found out through other ways" I simply spoke back.
Don't show emotions. Just play it cool and you'll get out of here quicker.
Calm and collected.
Bruce eyed me, grunting. He swirled and swigged again, biting out a breath at the sharpness.
"Was it the poofter in the bar?" he guessed.
My gut clenched at the slur, but I didn't rise to it. I just blinked and kept my head high.
"I found through other ways" I repeated with a little more grit.
"Playing more games, are we?" Bruce grinned, beckoning and playing innocent "come over here. Come on."
I held my ground, not wanting to approach the desk. I could feel the burn of the alcohol that was dripped over the wood and still stained the glass. Bruce burned with lust and liquid courage. I could see the heat of his cock right through the desk.
There was nowhere to hide in here. The office was cold compared to Bruce. He lit like a beacon, ready to pounce.
I took a step. Bruce kept beckoning, gritting his teeth and leaning as he did.
I took another step. Every breath burned, making me cough when it flared in my lungs.
Fuck, he was potent. Was it just alcohol I was smelling? It wasn't the sting of ammonia as well?
"Get the fuck over here!" he growled, slamming his hand on his desk.
I took a few more steps to give him satisfaction. Stopping a metre from the desk, I planted my feet down.
My heart throbbed against my throat. My palms grew sweaty. Scales that were peeling were now greased down again.
Was I panting? My breath sounded louder, like it was sawing away inside my head.
He didn't scare me. I still had control here.
Swallowing, I wasn't even sure if my voice was going to betray me.
"I want to..." I swallowed again, finding my courage "I want to talk about the de-fanging."
"What is it to you?" Bruce snorted "you snakes are all the same. Always in the way, like damn weeds."
He finished his drink. I glanced to the cabinet, thinking if I kept him liquored up then he'd be too drunk to think of anything else.
He was already so pungent. He had to be have slamming back a few already to reek this badly.
I moved. Anything to get further from the desk.
It was bearable in the corner, but only just. It still reeked over here and i gasped in for air.
Grabbing the decanter, I turned to see Bruce out of his seat. He stood at the end of his desk with his glass held out for me to fill.
Fuck.
"You fucking the giant snake are you?" he snorted, watching me carefully when I poured in the alcohol "is that why you care so much?"
What did I say? Yes? Draw attention from the others? No? Keep things as they are?
I stayed silent, holding the decanter firmly. I'd bludgeon the damn thing over his head if I had to.
"So you must be" his eyes narrowed and he grinned "you disgusting cunt. You fucking the other snakes too? Even the little boy ones?"
He chortled, choking on his spit. Heaving in my breaths, I just listened to Bruce wheeze in more air, only to splutter it out in wet laughter.
Choke, you fat fuck. Just die already.
"I can make it go away" he waved a hand that flopped down "you know the deal. You do something for me and I do something for you."
I gritted my teeth, feeling my fake fangs straining under the pressure.
"You will leave Silera alone" I breathed down at him "and all of the snakes. Come near them and I will attack you."
"Sounds like a threat" Bruce snorted, ripping the decanter from my hand to try and pour himself another drink with the lid on "I don't do threats."
He slammed it on his desk. Gulping down the rest of the glass that mostly spilled over himself, he staggered and fell into his chair. He spread his legs, burping and grinning.
He was an absolute slob. Alcohol glistened off his chin and soaked.his shirt. It even stained the top of his pants that weren't tied off by the belt he loosened again.
"I'm not sucking your cock" I sneered down at him.
"You say that, but you always do" Bruce almost sang, peeling open the belt and working on the button above his zipper.
"I'm not" I snapped.
Bruce's smarmy smile dropped. His teeth bared and he rose from the seat, grabbing it for support.
"I'll rip all the damn teeth out of her head!" he jabbed a finger at me "and I won't even replace them! She'll be a disgusting gummy worm for the rest of her life! At least she'd have something going for her; she'd give great head being like that."
"Like you'd even get close" I leant over the desk, opposite him, snarling.
He wasn't afraid of me. The alcohol had given him the courage to stand against me. It made him unstable, but also fuelled the fire burning right through his body.
"And as if you would be able to stop me!" he laughed, gripping his glass to throw the rest in my face.
Acid burned through my eyes. My face melted under my touch. Everything was hot and cold, dripping between my fingers clawing at the alcohol tearing each breath out of my lungs.
Staggering backwards, I tripped and fell. On the ground now, it felt like it was spinning underneath me.
I swiped at the boiling lava, screaming. My eyes couldn't open. They were glued shut by the melted skin themselves. Light sizzled and steamed with every attempt to try and see my surroundings.
I heard Bruce's chair be kicked away. His footsteps barged over, grunting and licking his wet lips.
Wailing at the pain tearing through my skull, he used the opportunity to flick off my fangs and fish them out of my mouth with a gurgle.
Sobbing and panting, I gasped for breath that wasn't drowning in the booze. His fingers hooked my top lip to force it open so that his slimy, rancid cock could shove into my mouth.
Shoving him away, I scurried back. Blinded, I tried to feel the floor beneath me for a sense of direction.
It was all so vast that I didn't know where I was. It was all just the same fire that burned my vision and sizzled down the back of my head.
"Please..." I panted, gagging when the cock choked me before I pushed against it "stop!"
"Not until you know whose in charge" Bruce grunted somewhere above me.
I gritted my teeth and groaned when he returned. Kicking out, my legs got nothing.
It was as if he disappeared all together.
"Choke on it, cunt" he snarled from behind me, ripping my head back to force me into taking a breath to avoid choking.
The sourness coated my mouth once more. It flossed over my gums and stabbed at the sides of my cheeks when I bucked and flung myself forwards, patting the floor desperately for a path to escape.
I heard him stomping towards me. Planting my arse on the ground so he didn't take advantage of it, I turned to plead, getting another mouth full of his hairy cock.
It felt like I was swallowing vomit. Every burn of the stomach acid, every wave of nausea and shame dribbling out the side of my mouth closing up to refuse the violation shoving into it.
His balls slapped my chin as he fucked vigorously. He held my head there so he could, gripping tighter when I tried to shove him away or stab my nails into his legs.
Kicking, I got his shin, but he only buckled for a few moments, ready to find me again.
I couldn't escape. I screamed around him fucking my mouth, growing hotter and burning with precum that felt like I was drowning in an ocean.
Biting did nothing. I had no teeth to hurt him. My venom spilled like lube and only made it easier for him to choke me so viciously.
I couldn't even disappear into my safer memories of my family to help me through this. I had to try and face this alone.
Bruce grunted and wheezed. I reached up for his cock and felt for his balls, squeezing as hard as I could.
He screamed and gave me a chance to breathe. Rattling it in through my moaning tears, I flung myself backwards in the hope I was throwing myself for the door.
My head hit something hard. Reaching up, I felt the underside and lip of Bruce's desk.
I had gone further from the exit. I was back where I started.
I needed to wash my eyes. Anything to dilute the alcohol still sizzling away behind my eyelids.
My hands reached a glass. Shoving it towards myself, more alcohol tipped out, spilling over my head.
My eyes were burning all over again. In my desperate search, I lifted myself upwards and turned to the desk to search for anything that might help.
Even if I couldn't find anything, at least let me defend myself.
I knew there was a decanter around here somewhere. Sweeping my arm, the desk felt like it stretched forever. Even it wasn't going to help me escape this torture.
My head slammed to the wood and I felt Bruce bending me over it. His hot cock and balls burned against my arse, but they didn't wrestle for an entry. His hand pressed to the back of my melting skull, the other seizing it to help smash it back down into the table.
It felt like he was trying to crack a coconut. With each smash and recoil, he was ready to bash more consciousness from me.
I could feel a new wave of burning from my head fly across my face and smear down my crushed nose. Splattering with another strike, my nose cracked inside my head, squeezing and tearing pressure through my face.
It was all pressure. It wasn't even a face anymore. It just felt like a wad of flesh set on fire and being suffocated in layers and layers of blistering, burning fuel.
I couldn't see. I couldn't smell anything other than rust and fire. The taste of vomit and greasy hair scrubbed over my tongue.
There was no strength left. My arms were like lead on either side of my body. My legs didn't even support me from the floor. Bruce had to hold me up so he could fuck my mouth, keeping me barely here so I could still take it all and gurgle at how helpless I was.
Bruce grunted and growled. He hissed in breath and bobbed my head like a sock puppet. I could feel him getting bigger and burning more as he grunted and gasped. He sawed, shedding pubes and bulging under his increased lust throbbing through him.
Tears mixed with the alcohol and blood, burning a new path down my cheeks. I sobbed and tried to beg, wailing in muffled agony around this putrid gag.
"You're going to swallow it" Bruce grunted somewhere near my head "look at me as you do."
My eyes were forced open. His bulging stomach smacked my smashed nose. My head laid against his fat body cushioning it. All I could see were distorted shapes and colours. He was a mass of white, purple, and black. Patches of deep red mixed in there somewhere.
He forced my head down to focus solely on his arriving orgasm. I could feel it thickening and pulsing at the impending release, but couldn't tear from it.
Muffling wails and screams, Bruce slapped both his hands down on my head to lock me in place.
He bit in breath and tightened his body around me, gasping in pained pleasure. His cock stabbed as it shot into me squirts of salty fire. With each clench that his body constricted him with, he came more.
He wasn't letting up. Thick, hot cum was shot straight down my windpipe, choking me.
My instinct was to gasp for air, but Bruce didn't remove his cock so I could. He kept it plugged in there, making sure to shoot every last little drop over my tongue and down my gagging throat.
My own boiling vomit was rising at the taste forced into me. Now that I had some sort of sight, I shoved against Bruce who pinched my stabbing nose to cut off any air.
"Swallow it" he laughed.
I couldn't breathe. Opening my mouth, I tried to suck on air around the cum, but only suctioned it down my throat to gag me.
I slapped his legs, trying to tell him I was suffocating. My hands reached, ready to claw and squeeze his cock and balls again, but he swatted them easily.
I bucked and flailed my legs, trying anything to escape.
But, I had to breathe. Everything was burning and screaming for air.
Whining, I swallowed.
The whole force of the ocean hit me right away. Thick salt rode the hot phlegm downwards, only to bob somewhere in between, boil, and rush back up.
I swallowed so I could gasp in a breath that was clamped shut.
Shoving Bruce, I could feel my body rejecting the load churning my stomach.
I staggered for the void ahead of me. A silver slab was cut into it that I twisted, throwing wide open.
The ground was pulled from under me. I tumbled down it, clawing at the darkness I landed on as I gagged and barely dribbled out vomit.
Crawling, the floor tilted now to have me crash down it. Spiralling and winding, I used the segmented portions beside me to stumble along, reaching a larger void.
I wouldn't be able to make it outside. My body lurched, gagging wetly.
"Wdhdhklsebd?"
There was a voice floating somewhere near me. I found another slab and clung to it, hurling the stingy hot cum and chunky vomit up onto my feet.
Sobbing, I lurched with each cold wave that ran through me. More of my stomach and the foul taste of Bruce splattered with it.
I couldn't speak. All I could do was moan and wail as my body rejected everything it possibly could. I had no control over it.
It stripped away everything I ate and drank. When there was nothing more to heave up, it gagged out pure acid in pathetic little dribbles that dangled from my quivering lips.
"Doyoyndhejelp?"
The voice sounded different. It wasn't so distant. Still, I couldn't let go of my support. It was the only thing holding me up and stopping me from collapsing into my own vomit.
"Cofemon" it soothed "ofgerthee."
I was being pried off the support. Scrabbling desperately for another, one beside me offered a hand that I lurched under, coughing out more acid that tore up my throat.
Everything tilted and I was sat down on something that envelopes me in softness. Pressed along my side, my body was forced to lay completely in whatever was caressing me.
It was cold but soft. I think I saw patches of red underneath me. It was either that or the blood.
Lunging forward, I hurled again, bringing up nothing. My throat squeezed and strained, trying to rip everything from me.
"Here, Sweety."
The voice was soft but right next to me. It guided my hands to a plastic bucket that I dipped my head into, retching and coughing.
"Water" it soothed "you've got to have something to throw up."
"I....ca...nt" I moaned out "I...."
I didn't want to wash it back down. I didn't want to taste it again.
"No...." I winced.
Shapes moved around me. They could have been people. It was hard to tell when there were so many.
"Tawn?"
Who was that? They knew me?
I reached out for them, crying when my hand was wrapped in another. Instantly, I tore it away to favour the bucket and my constricting stomach.
"Drink the water."
It dripped over my hands but was cold. There was no body to it. It trickled like sweat but smelled fresh.
"I tried to help, but the door was locked."
Having the water guided to my lips, I drank. The acid flared up in my throat and made it constrict as it tried to suck in all the moisture I was gulping. I could only taste acid. My stomach filled with the water, feeling colder than the rest of my clammy scales.
Gasping out, I cradled the bucket while laying in the comforting softness. Sniffling and sobbing, I still couldn't process how Bruce had been able to violate me so easily.
He made me do it. I couldn't stop it.
"Look up the doctor and call him" the voice demanded from further off, pausing "who cares? He's paying for it! It's an emergency!"
Mumbles buzzed. Soft touches made me recoil and slap them away. The last thing I wanted was more hands on me, holding me down.
I still could barely see. What I could was instantly blocked out by the burning heat of bodies flitting around me.
I had to be near the bar. Or maybe I was in the hall? Either way, I was out of that office.
"Hey, you're good" one soothed "you're safe."
Was I? I was blinded by alcohol and blood. I could barely breathe through my gaping mouth that was on fire. My body kept trying to strip my stomach, and I barely knew where I was.
I couldn't stay here. Once I knew where I was, I had to leave.
I needed to get away from all of this and back to the loving embrace of my parents.
I had to go home.
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