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of my head slightly.
    “What?” I whisper, running my tongue across my cracked lips. I bring a hand up to my head that now ached from being smacked against the wall. He stills, his other hand coming to the back of my neck before pushing me down onto my knees and into his groin. I slam my mouth shut, so he lowers himself until the black mask is a centimeter from mine. I bring my eyes up slowly over the sleek matte black steel and eventually into the fiery grey eyes that are slicing straight through me. “Play nice, nun. You won’t like us much if you don’t.”
    “What do you all want from me?” I ask, my tone kicking to a dangerous level.
    “Us?” he points to his chest. “Nothing personally, but Kurr? He has a whole lot of plans for your saving grace, so it’s better, for your sake, that you warm up with us.” He pauses before a slight chuckle leaves him. “I would say that you could have it worse, but you really couldn’t. Buckle up, sister.”
    He pulls my head back towards him again, the hard yet soft skin rubbing against my dried lips. Do I fight it? Or is he right, will that make it worse? I don’t think I could handle worse, so I slowly open my lips, allowing him to slip inside of my warm enclosure. My stomach recoils as I attempt to block out everything that’s happening. The mixture of fresh soap and salt hits the back of my throat as the head of his cock rubs over the top of my mouth.
    Wrapping my hair around his fist, he tugs on it roughly. “Teeth!” he commands, his head tilting back. I peer up at him, scanning over his chiseled chest and stomach up to where his mask ends to see the beginning of his jaw line. He has a five o’clock shadow from what I’m able to see. The tip of him dips to the back of my throat and I fight the urge to spew up everywhere. I don’t like this. His grip around my hair gets tighter until the pricking of my hair being slowly pulled from their follicles ripples through my skull. My knees burn from being submitted to them on the grainy concrete ground, and his thrusting intensifies while his breathing shallows. I bare my teeth until they grit over his swollen head and thick length and a loud hiss escapes him just as hot liquid shoots to the back of my throat, sliding down without permission. I swallow it all quickly and then start to freak out. Was I supposed to swallow that? Was it even edible? Crap.
    He pushes my face back until my butt hits the floor and my back connects with the cold brick wall. Buckling up his belt, he bends down to face me, his fingers wrapping around my chin and tilting my face up to his. “You’ll learn how to survive through what you’re about to go through, nun. You think this is bad? The 6 have nothing on what you’re about to face. You’re better to let go of all that holy bullshit inside of you now, because I’ll tell you something, baby. You walk through a church after we’re done with you, and you’ll burst into flames.” He drops my head and a sob escapes my mouth. He leaves the cell, leaving me to my empty thoughts and the whispers of the cold dead cell. Every day that slips by, I lose hope. I’m losing the fight.
    “No, Kurr,” Courtney argued, her feet walking up and down the laboratory. “I can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore.” Kurr stepped up to Courtney’s worried face and gripped his fingers around hers roughly, pulling her little body against his.
    “You will, Courtney. You know what will happen if you defy me or our cause.”
    “You can’t, I can’t…” Courtney exhaled her breath of defeat, her shoulders falling. “You can’t hurt my boy, Kurr, you promised.”
    Kurr chuckled. “I’ll keep that promise to you, Courtney. You just make sure you play a good little lab rat and I’ll make sure no one harms your precious Beast.”
    Little pitter patter of muddy boots sounded through the empty halls outside the lab and Courtney tensed. The door swung open and a little blond boy with a sun-kissed tan