67. Experiment 514
When the ice-cold water from the shower runs down my back, I hit the wall with my fist. Since I was brought here, Azael has tried to turn me into a monster. I have never let go of my humanity, and despite everything Azael subjects me to, I refuse to do what the Dukes orders me to do. But everything changed two months ago when **713** was first brought into my cell, and my demon claimed her as his mate. It did not take long for me to fall in love with **713**. Her white eyes have captivated me from the moment I first saw them. It is an effect of one of the many experiments Azael has done on her. Fortunately, she can see perfectly.
I know what Azael’s endgame is—to find a woman that will be claimed both by my demon and angel. So far, my angel hadn’t been interested in any woman Azael brought me. As for my demon, **713** has been the only one to catch his interest. I need to keep her safe from Azael, even if I have to become what I most hate—a monster. By the time the three minutes of daily rationed shower water ran out, my ass has stopped bleeding. Strange that I healed so quickly.
When I get out of the bathroom, **713** is making the bed. “The guards brought new sheets.”
Of course, they did. Azael loves everything to be cleaned and put in its place. If he finds even a speck of dust in the cells, he will severely punish the experiments living in the facility.
After **713** spreads the blanket on the bed, I slide under it. The experiments are not allowed to wear clothes, and more often than not, I am cold. The blanket had been a recent gift from Azael for being… obedient and servicing him. I had no choice but to bend over and spread my ass with my hands whenever Azael was enraged.
**713** lies next to me, and I pull her on top of me. She smiles before kissing a scar I have on my left brow. “I love you,” she whispers.
I roll her on her back and settle in the cradle between her legs. “No matter what happens, my heart will always belong to you,” I promise before kissing her. My tongue slips between her parted lips, and she puts her left hand between us, her fingers gently brushing against my cock. “Don’t,” I breathe, bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing each tip of her fingers.
“But I want to make you feel good.”
“Having you in my arms and being able to kiss you is more than enough.”
“I can use my mouth,” she offers.
“No!” I growl. “If Azael had been sick enough to seal shut your pussy then I can live without sex.” Not that I am interested in fucking after being abused for so many years by Azael. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make her feel loved and special.
I kiss her again, not wanting to waste the time I was given to be with her. My lips travel down her body, making her moan. When she whispers my name, my real name, my heart skips a beat. She is the only one who knows it besides Azael. When my mouth reaches her breasts, I kiss the scars where her nipples should be. She was only twelve when Azael started mutilating her body. A smile tugs at my lips when she shivers beneath me. I know it isn’t because she is cold. I caress her breasts for a few minutes, loving the sensation of having them in my hands.
I kiss her across her stomach until I reach the apex of her thighs. “That sick fuck could have left your clit intact,” I say before kissing the place where her clit should have been. Even so, I find her body beautiful.
I crawl back on top of her and kiss her a little more before letting my body slide next to her.
“Sleep. You will need all your strength for when you are with **919**.” My demon growls in anger. If only I could turn into the Behemoth living inside me….
Her bottom lip quivers a bit, tears pooling in her eyes. I have to make a deal with Azael. I can’t let 919 hurt her, kill her.
“Will you hold me while I sleep?” she asks.
I nod and pull the blanket over us, and she closes her eyes.
I watch her for a long time while thinking of what I am about to do. A deal with Azael means giving up on my last shreds of humanity. But I must do it to keep **713** safe. I don’t want to lose her, I *can’t* lose her. I knew the risk of falling in love with her, and I still did it.
When the hour passes, the door to the cell opens, and Azael enters. Two guards follow. **713** wakes up.
I get up from the be fast, and before I can reach Azael, the guards grab me by my arms.
“I will do whatever you want if you don’t take her to **919**,” I tell Azael.
A wide grin spreads across Azael’s face. “Everything I want?” he wants to be sure I don’t have second thoughts.
“Don’t do this,” **713** tries to have me reconsider, but my mind is already made up.
“Yes,” I let Azael know.
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