Page 104 of Satan's Priest

As one, they forced me to orgasm, and all I could see were dots popping into my vision. Blood roared in my ears. I faintly heard Lucien’s and Daiman’s growls as they filled me with more of their hot cum.

I slumped against Lucien, my vision going dark.

When I came to, I found myself in my bed. I was burrowed under my blankets in my dark bedroom. I slowly blinked, exhausted and confused about how I’d gotten here.

I swept my hand over my mattress and found what I was looking for. I squinted at my phone’s bright screen. It was three a.m. I clicked on the red text message notification and opened a group text.

Lucien: I’ll see you at school. Until then, behave.

Daiman: I’ll be seeing you, angel. *devil grin emoji*

I locked the screen and dropped it next to me. A satisfied smile spread across my face, and I closed my eyes.

I think I’m falling for them.

63

GRACE

My plate of food sat in front of me, untouched. It’d been a few days since I’d fed from Lucien and Daiman. I’d been busy with my studies, focusing on finishing high school, which left little time for the two men.

The guilt of withholding information still weighed on me. Lucien’s warning often played in my head, reminding me that I’d lose them if I told him or Daiman about what my father had done to me. They were the best thing that ever happened to me. I couldn’t be mad anymore about them sacrificing me.

“May I be excused now?” I asked Dad.

Mom looked up from her plate and glared at me while chewing on a piece of overcooked steak. Christy sat next to her, eyeing me while she held her fork full of creamed corn. Dad stabbed his steak with his fork and sawed at it with his butter knife. Of all things, I didn’t know why he used that utensil to cut his dinner into smaller bites. He’d overcooked the meat until it was close to becoming leather, which made the butter knife even more useless.

“No,” Dad growled.

I sighed and pushed some corn around my plate with my fork. “Why not?”

“You will not question me, girl,” Dad said as he forcefully cut his steak and popped the piece into his mouth.

“You haven’t been eating, Grace. Are you all right?” Mom asked.

“She won’t eat because the demon won’t let her,” Christy interjected.

My fingers tightened around my fork, and I glared at her.

Mom sighed. “Not this again. For the last time, your sister isn’t possessed. I don’t know what got into you or what games you’re playing, but it needs to stop.”

“I’m telling you! Something is wrong with her!” Christy waved her hand at me as she shot Mom a pleading look.

“Enough!” Dad slammed his fist on the table, rattling the plates and silverware.

I stiffened and glanced at him before I looked at Christy, who scowled at me.

“May Ipleasebe excused?” I asked softly.

“No. You will eat your food and spend time with the family. I don’t know what the heck you’ve been doing up in your room, but it needs to stop,” Dad ground out. He cut another piece of steak.

I winced as he smacked on his food. Christy joined in, looking directly at me while she ate with her mouth open, knowing full well what she was doing.

My family knew I had a problem with loud chewing. I also hated noisy breathing. My psychiatrist said it was called misophonia, a disorder where people react negatively to repetitive sounds. I’d never felt more seen in my life when he told me about it and said I wasn’t being dramatic.

Right then, I couldn’t take another second of it.

“Can Ipleasebe excused?” I begged as angry tears stung my eyes.