The Beast's Possession

**Aife pov**

At first, I had no idea what he meant when Bane claimed he would open my eyes to reality. And unfortunately, I understood the meaning behind his words when it was already too late.

His hand gripped my shoulder as he spun us both around and literally dragged me out of the kitchen, back into the epicenter of filth that I so desperately tried to escape.

Just as I was about to squeeze my eyes to avoid looking at them, Bane warned me with a low gowl. His grip on me became bruising as he leaned in and whispered, "watch. Don't dare to close your eyes or avert your gaze. You have to watch them while I explain."

My body froze in his arms and I stopped breathing. I didn't want to be here, I didn't want to watch them, and even more, I didn't want to be held by one of these monsters.

No one paid any attention to us as Bane cleared his throat and started speaking. "That couple," he muttered, pointing a finger to a red-haired woman and a dark, brawny man. "That's a blow-job, the thing I mentioned earlier today. Might look pretty vile to someone inexperienced, but it's actually pretty fun."

Mentally, I prayed he wouldn't go into details, but of course, he had to have an ability to read my mind and do the complete opposite to spite me.

"Oral sex is a pretty simple act, if you ask me, but obviously, you must have questions. It works like this - a woman or a man who gives the blow-job basically sucks on the cock. Someone, who's experienced enough and knows what they're doing usually knows how to relax the muscles in their throat and slide the cock deep in their throat. Throat fucking is amazing, I believe for both parties, one day you should try it out."

Just imagining the things he was describing made me sick. I was pretty sure I vomited in my mouth, but of course, he didn't care about how uncomfortable I felt about all of this.

"No teeth involved or you might lose them, sweetheart. Don't even think about biting down on it. Oh, also, I absolutely love it when she swallows the load. For future reference," he purred in my ear.

I had no idea why Bane was doing it, but whatever was his goal, he was getting close to it. I was about a step away from emptying my gut in front of dozens of people that were surrounding us.

My heart started hammering in my chest as Bane slid his hand from my shoulder to my breast and squeezed it painfully. I wanted to scream at him, to slap away his hand, but instead, I reminded myself of the games he was playing. For the second time in one day, I pulled my hands in tight fists and dug my nails into my palms to focus on the pain, not his vile doings.

Rather amused, Bane pointed his finger to the next couple. My eyes followed the gesture unwillingly.

"They,” he muttered and ran his tongue over the skin of my neck.

The action made me gasp. He chuckled as my body locked in the position, my muscles unable to move and my lungs started refusing to cooperate. It felt as if I had a wildfire in them, burning every time I tried to suck in some air. "Don't you see how much she's enjoying herself? The position is called the reverse cowgirl, and well, I think it's pretty self-explanatory. The best part about it is that everyone around them can enjoy the view of her tits bouncing while her partner gets to watch his cock slide in and out of her."

And again, I didn't offer a word in response. If Bane wanted to ensure I would hate everything about the thought of ever having sex - he had gotten what he wanted.

I didn't care that most people around us genuinely looked like they were enjoying what they were doing. The view was disgusting and vile, their pleasure meant nothing to me.

As it seemed, Bane was dead set on making my misery as great as possible. His hand released my breast and snuck under my shirt. Some eyes turned to us as Bane slid his hand inside my bra and cupped my breast. "Nice size you have here, reject. Not too big, not too small, perfect fit for my hand," he laughed out loud. The very moment, more laughter joined his, both from women and men.

The humiliation he was creating for me was far worse than the one I remember from the first day he took me here. Standing absolutely naked in front of all those men didn't feel half as bad as I felt now that he was publicly groping me and I couldn't fight back.

Tears filled my eyes but I refused to let any fall. As if on cue, Bane captured my earlobe between his teeth and once he released it, he thrust his tongue behind my ear, leaving his disgusting saliva on my skin.

"Don't worry, reject," he whispered and sucked in a deep breath. "You're my toy, not theirs. I don't share what I claim, so for as long as you behave, no man or woman will touch you."

I didn't believe a word he said. I refused to put any worth to any statement that left his lips.

His grip on my breast tightened, almost making me cry out in pain in time with a low, deep growl that escaped his lips, overpowering the sounds of moans and pants in the room. "Fuck," he hissed. "You have no idea how much the scent of your fear turns me on, reject."

My eyes widened at his statement.

Now, I wasn't that sure about playing his game anymore. I had hoped he would consider sending me off to Killian and I could figure out how to escape as I went, but if Bane decided to take what Killian wanted to have - the deal would be off and I would be trapped here for good.

Or at least until Bane grew sick and tired of me.

"If you take what he wants, Killian will call off the deal," I blurted out without thinking.

The moment words were out, Bane froze. No one but him heard me, and no one really bothered to pay attention to me anyway.

But Bane, yeah, that asshole paid attention. In fact, too much even.

What I didn't expect was for him to pull his hand out of my bra as if I had burned him. For a brief moment, I almost felt relief as he created distance between us. But of course, it wouldn't be Bane if he didn't act like an absolute psychotic jerk. He slid his hand behind my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Then, he yanked on it with such force, I couldn't hold in the cry of pain anymore.

"Don't mind us, a little trouble in paradise. Enjoy yourselves while I teach this bitch some manners," Bane called out to his guests as he dragged me back inside the kitchen.

The moment the door behind us closed, he threw me on the floor and stood over me. I wasn't sure what to expect, a beating maybe, but when I looked up at him and met his gaze, I knew he was planning something way worse than leaving a couple of bruises.

"On your knees."