Souls Unfractured (A Hades Hangmen Novel)

“Maddie,” I hushed out, but she stared into the distance and I couldn’t stop her. I knew she was lost in the memory, just like I got lost in mine.

“He led me down a long hallway until we reached a room at the end. I watched him open the door, and when it opened I remember not being able to comprehend what I was seeing. There were ropes and chains hanging from the ceilings. There were handcuffs and heavy chains attached to the walls, and in the center of the room was a table. A table with shackles of all sizes to attach to wrists and feet.”

I closed my eyes, unable to get that fucked up scene out of my head. Maddie’s hands began to go cold. “He took me in there, Flame. He led me in by the hand and he locked the door behind us.

“I remember jumping at the sound of the locks snapping, and then he stood before me. I remember he lifted his hand. I remember he lifted his hand and stroked it down my cheeks. He would call me his little beautiful evil girl. Then he leaned forward and removed my headdress. I remember being scared that it was sinful for him to bare my hair,” Maddie sucked in a breath, and with a broken voice, said, “but that was the very last thing I should have feared. Because what came next set the course of my life, until I was freed just months ago.”

Maddie’s eyes looked lost. I wanted to say something to her, but the flames in my blood were back at the thought of someone hurting her. The flames were in my blood, scalding my flesh at the thought of that cunt hurting her, of taking her into to that torture chamber.

Maddie’s hand gripped tighter still, and she blurted, “He ripped my dress from my back, Flame. He cut off my undergarments. He lifted me up naked and placed me on the table. Within seconds he had tied me down with the smallest set of shackles. I remember panicking because I could not move. I remember trying to free myself. Then I remember Moses suddenly standing before me, naked, holding his manhood in his hands. Looking back now, he must have been in his mid-thirties at the time. And I was six. He was so much older than I, yet he wanted me in a carnal way.”

Maddie’s breathing caught in her throat. I lifted my chest to try and calm her down. Then her cheeks paled and she added, “He started telling me that I was evil. That my looks were too tempting for men to resist, and that he had been charged with purifying my soul. I remember him slowly climbing on the table, his large body hovering above me, and I remember his hand lifting to run over my bare chest, his fingers squeezing my small nipples between his fingers. I was so confused. I did not understand why he was touching me in my private places.

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