Kill Me, My Love

Chapter 19

The little one played with Lina's hair and traveled her fingers over her face, studying it.

- You are almost as beautiful as mommy.

- Really? - the girl asked and very gently wrapped one arm around Zina's back so that she wouldn't fall. - And how old are you?

- Almost five.

- Zina, - LaVey said, - your birthday is in eight months, so you are not almost five! You are four years old.

- Daddy, but eight months is very soon. Let me be almost five.

The girl pouted and dramatically crossed her arms over her chest.

- Alright, almost five, - the man sighed heavily. - Go watch cartoons, and I will warn Nika not to forbid you from watching them.

- Thank you, daddy! - Zina clapped her hands happily.

She jumped to the floor, ran up, and hugged her father before scampering out of the room, humming a tune.

At that moment, the world for Lina turned upside down once again. She did not understand how the high priest could hold such a cruel worldview when he had such a bright four-year-old daughter.

- This is madness; don't you understand that she will die just like everyone and everything around her!

- Why wouldn't I understand? I understand everything. For her, this will be salvation; she will avoid the pain and suffering that would await her in the future. Right now, she is happy and carefree; it’s the best age to face the apocalypse. But that's not the point. Now you understand where you've ended up and can stop being afraid. When you get used to it and understand that you are not in danger, we will move you to a better room. But for now, you will have to spend time in the chamber under supervision. Sleep well, have dinner. Tomorrow we will show you what is happening in the world. I believe this will convince you.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, typed something, and a few minutes later, the baroness returned to the room. She respectfully bowed to Anton and led Lina out of the living room.

In the chamber, a luxurious dinner awaited the girl. Lamb soup, stewed vegetables with fried chicken, and pudding for dessert. Lina had no strength to resist hunger, so she ate everything down to the crumbs. After that, she was exhausted, and she fell asleep until morning.

* * *

Lina lay in bed at an expensive hotel; her hands and feet were bound with leather straps. A pleasant anticipation tightened in her lower abdomen. The sound of the door creaking was heard. Samael entered the room, completely naked, holding a whip with a soft tuft of leather strips at the tip.

- Did you miss me? - he whispered darkly, approaching like a predator closing in on its prey.

- Yes, - the girl replied, not taking her eyes off Sam's perfect muscular body.

He touched her foot with the tip of the whip. A wave of ants rose from this barely audible movement, traveling up her body. Sam continued the motion; now the tuft touched her knee. Then her thigh. Suddenly, he struck her with the whip between the breasts. It was painful and pleasurable at the same time.

- Were you a good girl? - Samael asked, tracing the strips across her collarbone.

- Yes, - Lina confirmed, loudly swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

- You’re lying! - he struck her again, this time harder. - And for lying, I will punish you.

He sharply moved the whip down from her breasts to her lower abdomen and pressed it on the most sensitive place.

A moan escaped the girl’s throat, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

- Do you like it?

- Yes?

- Want more?

- Yes.

The man pressed there again, then again, and again. Each time it was more pleasurable for the girl. She melted from this rough touch, and when she was ready to die from pleasure, Sam stopped.

He threw the whip aside and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to arch her back. Then he leaned closer to her ear and whispered:

- Just tell me where you are, my dear. And I promise to fulfill all your wishes.

- And where am I? - she replied with a question.

Thoughts tangled; the world looked unreal. The only thing that troubled her now was the swollen organ of the man, which for some reason was too far from her yearning womb.

- Focus, Lina. Tell me where you are? Where can I find you? - Sam said sharply.

He no longer seduced or enchanted her. This was some other Samael, not the one who wandered in her dreams. This Sam was dressed in jeans and a black shirt, dark circles lay under his eyes, and his upper lip was swollen. His hair was tangled and dirty, his eyes begged and demanded at the same time.

- Lina, where are you? I have little time! - he hissed through his teeth and grabbed her chin to make her look directly into his eyes.

- I... I... - the girl didn’t understand what was happening and why Sam was acting so strangely.

- Lina, you have been kidnapped. Recall what you saw, who you saw!

Suddenly memories whirled around the girl in a whirlwind, so she stammered:

- Chamber... Doctor... Some secret organization... Bath... And there was a man.

- What man, LINA? What’s his name? What does he look like???

- The name... The name... Anton. Yes, his name is Anton, and the last name... Hmm... Such a strange one. Oh, I remember! Anton LaVey!