Panic rises as Asmodeus bends his head to my neck and digs his teeth into my flesh. Chills wrack my body as his warm tongue licks at the wound he’s inflicted, tasting my blood. “Don’t worry, slut. I’ll make sure it hurts.” Blessed relief. One thing about being with the twins is that they know me to the bone. Their knowledge of my body, mind, and needs keeps me calm as they use me for gratification. I associate the pain and humiliation with penance for my sin. It allows me to partake in things I desperately crave and prevents me from falling into an abyss.
