Epilogue

It was immensely brutal and frighteningly delectable.

Claude that night took me many times, each time more wildly than the previous one.

He was quick to carry out his threat. Face still sticky from my master's misdeeds, body naked and trembling on the cold floor of my bedroom, where he had thrown me minutes before. By dragging myself miserably, I tried in vain to escape the growing shadow of Claude advancing on me. My head met the foot of my bed and there, cornered, I saw this large, inhumanly beautiful body swoop down on me, suddenly appearing completely naked.

First, he held my hands against my bedpost with a painful grip on my wrists, knelt on top of me, trapped my legs between his knees on the floor and entered my mouth the full length of his sex. Terror and tears immediately filled my eyes, but my stomach, on the other hand, twisted with desire. His body was moon-white and his torso above my face was immense. Perfectly defined muscles rolled under his firm skin as he thrust between my lips.

His face remained impassive but he was looking at me, imperious, magnificent. He must have told himself that I did not endure enough to dare hold his gaze like that, because he accelerated his movements, harder and deeper into my throat. Muffled screams and horrible belching of saliva were all I could emit then as he pounded my mouth relentlessly. This tingling in my stomach still grew and yet I was petrified under his assaults, my trembling body could not find the strength to defend itself and I thought I was vomiting or even fainting when finally he filled my mouth with his acrid semen.

Claude had enjoyed and yet he did not seem the least bit relieved. He immediately clapped his hand firmly over my mouth, his face close to mine, and with an icy gaze sharply ordered me to swallow. The hot substance on my tongue refused to drip and coated my throat like too thick, foul-smelling syrup every time I tried to swallow it with a heavy stomach.

"I warned you…, he angrily let go after endless seconds of watching me swallow in tears, you are mine. »

Panic came over me then, I did not understand the reasons for his anger, what could I have done other than obey my master's wishes? I wanted to protest, plead my helplessness and ask for his forgiveness but no words left my mouth because deep inside I knew it was all lies.

The butler also knew it, I would never have dared to oppose Alois's demands, not out of self-sacrifice for my function or resignation to my position, but for the pleasure it gave me, and this concupiscence was much stronger than any loyalty.

However, I would never admit that, stubborn as I was to deny my lowest instincts in order to be worthy of God, worthy of being saved from hell. Lies. I was an abomination with a tormented soul.

He knew it. He knew it and he enjoyed it. I represented that attraction for him.

I looked down shamefully but he grabbed my chin and fixed his piercing gaze on mine. In a velvety smile, he whispered to me:

"That's why I want you so much Lilia"

I let out a sob of surprise. Was he in my head again?

His smile deformed almost immediately into a cruel rictus, here he is the Claude I knew. He lifted me off the ground, grabbing my neck and throwing me onto the bed - I gasped - then came on top of me, slipping his legs between mine, pushing them roughly apart. Resting a hand on my neck as I tried to roll back on the mattress, he held me back and thrust into me roughly. I stifled a scream again in my constricted throat as he came and went inside me with violence.

"Call on him...Call on your God to save you… he shouted in my face.

I tried to protest, no, He should not see me like this, this tortuous, dirty and lustful body that felt the wave of pleasure so desired and so dreaded at the same time swelling in its belly.

- Do it Lilia, shout for Him! Scream his name or mine! Do it!"

"Claude!" I screamed finally between the jolts of his thrusts on my body which then accelerated, became more abrupt, "no, Claude!" I cried, tormented by the pleasure that invaded me while my body stiffened before being seized with convulsions, my hands clenched on the arm that held me. His body then became heavier on mine and his cock squeezed deep inside me, Claude finally let out a long cavernous rattle while enjoying, tightening his grip ever more on my neck. His face finally expressed a vague form of pleasure when he let out in a whisper:

"You... Filthy little creature..."

His desire seemed insatiable. No respite was left for me to regain my senses, my breath or even less any countenance. However, this greed had a purpose; I felt it at that time long before I realized its content. Claude didn't seem to want my body, not my carnal envelope: he barely touched me, no caress had touched me that night, no ounce of sweetness; his only gestures were intended to hold me in the position he wanted me to take.

Shortly after Claude began to assault me again. Still numb from the euphoria of pleasure, I put up no resistance when he turned me onto my stomach and lifted my buttocks up to his continuously hard cock. He had to penetrate my behind to pull me out of my torpor. A sharp, stinging burn ran through my spine causing me to scream in pain. He gripped my hips tighter and forced me to arch my back more to give me no chance of escaping his grip. Indifferent to my pain, to this mortification that never left me, he fucked me without stopping through the most indecent of holes, so tight that I felt the slightest movement of his cock which came and went in me throughout its length.

Claude kept on exacerbating this magnificent burn; not content with manhandling my body, he above all manhandled my mind by constantly murmuring to me the depravity of my being and how ignominious I must be in the eyes of God.

I felt miserable and yet transported. I felt complete and overwhelmed. All my senses mingled in indescribable chaos that night. Only I did not know what Claude had really undertaken: with each sting of his stinger, each time he filled my body with his semen, this spilled poison spread into every corner of my being, poured into my veins and flowed through my flesh until it filled every pore of my skin. It liquefied me from the inside, melted me until I was no more than a shapeless mass of putrid flesh under a human envelope.

The moment he had finished his disastrous enterprise, I was dead. Only my soul remained and he devoured it. My body was left there to rot; it was no longer of any use to him. No, he devoured my soul, swallowed it whole and spat it out into his personal abyss.

Cursed demon.

Hell is a spider's web where my soul is perched, tangled in cold and sticky silken threads, and on which Claude comes to feast, bit by bit. My tortured mind keeps begging to be finished while revelling in the bites he inflicts on me, for with each bruise I feel the exquisite burning of my sins.

This is the taste of my soul: abjection.

He relishes, he takes his time until Alois lives up to his expectations.

This is undoubtedly, why I sold my soul to him: this perpetual affliction is my penance and my reward.

This is hell.