Chapter 17

Kylie Brenthart
I nodded at the orders that Zach gave me.

I was a shade bound to him. He had rescued me from the grasp of Ba’al when I died. I was spared his torment. Instead, I found refuge with all the other souls contained in him. The cult of women who died along with the strong FBI Agents. Masculine men that protected us even as Zach did.

And we had rewards.

Pleasure.

Love.

With the other women and the men. It was a wonderful existence. I didn’t suffer, but others did. The other slave girls who were still held in the cult, like Rose. I slid through the floor of the Governor’s bedroom where my Master lay bound beside the sleeping bitch.

I could phase through the floors because I was spirit. I was sent to Rose to protect her. I found her waiting downstairs, that hopeless look on her face. That fear that her life could be snuffed out at a moment’s notice. She had to hide it to serve.

I hugged her from behind.

She stiffened. “What?”

She looked around, but she couldn’t see me. That was okay.

“I’m here,” I whispered into her ear. “It’s me, Kylie.”

“Kylie...” Rose trembled in my arms. She lowered her head. She was fighting not to cry.

“It’s okay,” I continued. “Don’t weep for me. Zach saved my soul. He kept me from suffering. And he’s going to save you from your suffering.”

Rose shook her head.

“He will save you,” I told her. “Save us all. He promises.”

I believed him.

Zach sent me to watch over not just Rose, but the others. I was here to protect her and to wait to act when the time came. I knew it was coming. He would take down the cult. I had full faith in him. So I hugged Rose as she trembled.

Zach would banish all her tears.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black
I had to fucking pee all night long.

Finally, come morning, did that bitch set me free. I feigned my gratitude and tried not to run to the bathroom, but, shit, I had to pee. She sent me home with a smile on her face.

“When can I see you again?” I whined like a fucking simp.

“Soon,” Governor Christine Locke promised. The delight in her eyes was palpable. She loved that I was “addicted” to her.

I sighed, looking disappointed.

“Mmm, you’ll enjoy me again,” she purred, her finger sliding down my cheek. “Now, I have to get ready for meetings. I need to go through candidates.”

“You’ll let me know who you’re thinking about for the new sheriff?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she purred, winking at me.

And, with that, I was freed.

My cops didn’t ask questions, though I could tell they were concerned. So was Ms. Denise. She looked good for someone who had slept in the limo with Detective Carson. She was in the back with me, naked and looking fresh.

I just lay my head on her thighs and closed my eyes.

I dozed.

I was fucking tired.

That night was rough, but I made it through the night. The Governor thought I was her boytoy. That I needed her, but she was the one who craved my cock. Kylie was in place to watch over the slave girls and spy.

Before I knew it, I was back at the house. I climbed out to find Susannah and Mom waiting for me. They both rushed to me and threw their arms around me. I held them both to me, breathing slowly. I was so glad to have them here, but...