Chapter 10

"Oh God! Please! No more!"

Sister Olivia was sobbing on the floor, having woken up in the church for another night of torture. She still believed this to just be a recurring nightmare. Xavier strode towards her, a hungry gleam to his eyes. He gave her a hard kick, knocking her onto her back and then setting his foot on her throat.

"That's right, keep begging. Beg for mercy."

She tried to push him off her, struggling to breathe. "Please, I just want this to stop! I don't want to suffer anymore!"

"The suffering will never stop, not as long as I can laugh at your screams and lick up your tears. Now, let's see how long it will take for you to beg for death."

He took a few steps back and snapped his fingers. Her nightgown and underwear was burned off her body, and from the ceiling and walls, hooked threads lunged for her like the tongues of frogs. The hooks all dug into her skin like sutures, making her cry out in full-body agony. The ones going through her nipples and labia hurt the most. Heightening the volume of her screams, the threads all became taut, and as one, lifted her into the air. She hung above the pews, blood streaming from her wounds. Every drop caught the light of the surrounding candles like a molten ruby, while the web of threads almost looked like the wings of a demented angel. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, her mind struggling to retain its sanity. Xavier stood under her, opening his mouth and catching the drops of her blood on his tongue like they were snowflakes.

Reaching into his coat pockets, he pulled out two metal dildos, connected by a wire. He inserted them into her ass and pussy, and by holding the wire, channeled a violent electric current into the sex toys. Sister Olivia screamed and thrashed as a near flesh-melting charge was driven into her rectum and her cervix. The shock to her genitals invoked something that could not be called an orgasm, but made her give a similar cry, regardless of how agonizing it was. Electrocution was one of Xavier's favorite methods of torture, especially to the erogenous zones. The charges dropped and jumped like a heartbeat, pulsing through her muscles and making her jerk. Every time she moved, she inadvertently pulled against the hooks in her skin, widening the injuries. It didn't take long for her to rip free of one, and like an opening zipper, it caused a domino effect in which her weight overpowered the hooks' hold on her. In a vast splatter of blood, over a hundred deep cuts were opened across her body from the hooks ripping free. She fell to the floor with the entire front of her body as a shredded mess. Only her face remained recognizable.

Xavier snapped his fingers and her body was fully healed, leaving her in utter shock from the indescribable pain she had just suffered. "Don't tell me you're tired already? You know we still have hours left before you need to wake up."

The next night, Sister Olivia was on all fours, crawling with bibles from the pews stacked on her back. She was wearing horse blinders with a gag in her mouth, and weights were hanging from her pierced nipples and pussy lips. She was sobbing as the metal spheres pulled on her, struggling to maintain her balance. Every "step" she took was agony, but she couldn't let her balance falter. She reached out with her hand, but went out too far. The swinging of the weights on her nipples made her flinch, causing one of the bibles to fall off.

'Oh no! Oh God, no!'

It hit the ground, and with it, the end of Xavier's cattle prod was pressed to her rear end. She collapsed as the shock ravaged her, screaming in agony. He ground it deep into her soft flesh like he was putting out a cigarette, laughing as he did so. "Bad girl, you let them fall. Your posture is a disgrace."

He gave a twirl of his finger and she was pulled back up onto all fours and the bibles returned to her back. "Now, again."

Trying not to shake her body, she gave a tearful nod and continued crawling. A new burn wound was forming on her ass, one of countless others from the hour spent in this horrible exercise.

The night after, Sister Olivia was hovering in the church, her limbs outstretched and unmoving. She was rotating as if in a gyroscope, while above her, a hundred candles burned. A glob of liquid wax fell from one of the candles and splattered on her hip, making her whine. It felt like a drop of burning gasoline. Another one fell, this one hitting her face. For every one that made its mark, dozens missed her by mere centimeters and fell down to the floor.

Xavier was below her, watching with a grin. "Tell me, which is worse? The pain?"

A red blot splattered on her areola, just barely missing her nipple. She cried and tried to pull at her invisible bonds, feeling the wax searing the tender skin.

"Or the anticipation? At any moment, one drop could fall and land right in your eye..."

She continued to turn, and above her, the top of one of the candles gave way like a mudslide, and a tablespoon of molten wax splashed across her ass.

"That's how your students felt, wondering when you would snap and take out your irrational rage on them. You see, that's the difference between us. Your sadism goes hand in hand with your temper and thin skin. Speaking of thin skin..."

Olivia whimpered as several drops hit her face, peppering her like freckles. One had hit her eyelid and she was blinking to try and cool it.

"Oh, yeah, the face hurts the most. The skin is really thin and filled with nerve endings. It's why face tattoos are so rare, even amongst the most devoted ink enthusiasts."

She screamed as drop hit her left labia lip, hurting her even more than the ones across her face.

"While me, I'm always in control. People aren't my victims; they are my toys. But you..."

He swirled his fingers, causing all of the candles to overturn. A sheet of melted wax poured on her, scalding the front of her body. Her breasts and pussy felt like they were being burned off and her clitoris felt like it was being jabbed with a car lighter.

"You're my punching bag."

Blood was pouring onto the floor, with Olivia wondering how much would she have to lose before she died. She was hanging from the ceiling with shackles around her wrists. Xavier was using his powers to restore her blood reserves, keeping her alive and conscious. Dangling from his fingertips were wires, formed from his own body. He swung one hand and whiplashed her with the wires, controlling their movements and increasing their weight. She cried out as five cuts opened across her breasts, as if he had just slashed her with box cutters.

"A strange feeling, isn't it? The feel of a blade cutting your flesh? It stings, like when you drag your fingernail across a sunburn."

He slashed her again, this time across the thighs. Her legs were completely painted with blood.

"Can you feel the weight of your skin pulling at the cuts? Spreading them apart?"

He delivered several deep cuts on her wrists, severing every vein. Grinning, he used his powers to not only restore her blood as it was lost, but produce more and raise her blood pressure. The crimson fluid was spraying from her wrists, drenching her in a shower. She tried to see through it all, feeling it turning her hair into sticky rope. She could feel the pressure in her veins, in her brain. Her heart didn't know what to do with all the blood, whether to slow down or speed up.

"Then there is the next layer of pain. It comes from your own body, the sting of the salt in your blood and sweat. Ironic, isn't it?"

Letting himself become drenched, Xavier leaned in and began slurping up the blood off her tits like it was melted ice cream, indulging his demonic thirst. He then crouched down, letting the blood run down his throat as he licked her pussy. "Ah, delicious. The taste of a virgin woman."

In his hand appeared a wineglass, which his used to collect the blood pouring from her wounds. He took a few steps away, drinking from the glass gluttonously and then pouring it on his face. "To people like you, blood is repulsive. That salty, iron taste. But to people like me ... well, I don't think "people" is the right word ... blood is delicious. It's sweet as sugar, like tea almost."

Turning back around, he threw the glass at the statue of Jesus at the back of the church and struck it in the face. Once he had had his fill, he stood back up and swung both of his arms. Obeying his will, the wires wrapped around Sister Olivia's body in the tortoiseshell formation.

"Watch out, folks! Rows 1 through 4 are a splash zone!"

He pulled on the wires in a sudden, violent jerk. The binds sheered through her skin and the walls of the church became splattered with gore.

Sister Olivia wandered back and forth in her bedroom, muttering prayers to herself to try and stay awake. It was past midnight but she refused to let herself fall asleep. If she didn't sleep, she couldn't dream, and if she couldn't dream, that man couldn't get her. She didn't care how long she had to stay awake, she couldn't handle another night of torture. She rubbed her eyes, trying to ease the stinging dryness. She pulled her hands away and found herself no longer in her room. She had been transported into the church. She immediately screamed and fell to her knees, beating herself to try and wake up from this "dream".

Xavier stood over, chuckling in amusement at her fear. "Oh, don't tell me you still think this is a dream."

Her sobbing stopped and she looked up at him with wide eyes.

"That's right, you heard me. All this time, you thought that it was your conscience torturing you, projecting my image as the one who defied you and punished you in ways that you never thought possible. But I am real, this is all happening. It's time for you to learn who your master is."

Leaning down, he pressed his tongue to her neck, making her scream as she was branded. He pulled away, leaving her flesh smoldering. She covered the wound with her hand and gasped as she felt the three sixes. "No ... it can't be ... the mark of the Beast ... Then that means you are..."

"The one and only. The bible says that in Armageddon, I will be defeated and Christ shall bring about a thousand years of peace, but is that true? I stand unopposed, with no God above me, no nemesis before me, and all of mankind below me. It is time for humanity to learn its place. It is time for a new world order. Soon, you and every other human will bow before me and the earth will become mine."

He then reached into his pants and pulled out his cock. "But until then, I think I'll settle with raping you until you bleed."

Helena sat in Father Hauser's hospital room, clutching his hand and listening to the sound of his heart monitor. She visited him every day, every time she had the chance. She needed him to wake up, but a part of her hoped he wouldn't, because then it would mean Xavier had done something kind and had kept his word. But why did she feel that way? What was it that was twisting her emotions this way?

She opened her mouth, feeling the need to say something, but unsure of what. "Everyone misses you at the school. Especially me."

The comatose priest did not reply. A minute passed by. She did not know why she said it, but she uttered the words. "Xavier is the Antichrist and he's holding me captive."

For once, her collar didn't act up and her throat didn't close. It seemed that since she was confessing to someone who couldn't actually hear her, it didn't count as revealing his secret. Either way, she shuddered in relief, as if a neck massager was pressed right to a knot in her back. Words failed to describe how good it felt to at last say what the problem was, even if Father Hauser couldn't help her.

"He's a horrible, deceitful man. He says he wants to take over the world and make me his queen."

She let out a bitter laugh, feeling the fermented tension melting from her soul. "He thinks that he can win me over. Over and over again, I've watched him rape my roommate while I was tied to my bed. Once or twice, he even molested me. He would do this thing with his fingers and ... ugh, you don't want to hear about that."

From there, it all erupted into a slurry of words, as everything Helena had bottled up came flooding out. Strange, though, that she was smiling while she spoke, even when she described some of the most terrible moments of her situation. There were times when she began to cry while telling the story, but still, she smiled and even laughed.

"Please, Father, I need your advice. I hate him. I hate him so much that I can't even describe it. So why? Why is that the longer he's around, the easier it is from him to make me smile and laugh? I'll think back to all the times he raped Sophie and I'll remember the sound of her screams of pain, I'll remember all those humiliating trials he put me through, but then in my mind, I'll see him with that dog in the park. I'll remember when he protected me from Sister Olivia and helped me with those muggers. I imagine myself back in the pool. He keeps saying that he'll win my heart, but I don't want him to. I don't want to fall in love with him. I just want to hate him and feel nothing but that. Every day, my will weakens and it becomes harder and harder for me to fight back against him. If I at least knew what I was supposed to do, it would be different. I'm all alone and I have no clue how to beat him. Please, tell me how I can put a stop to this. How I can make everything go back to the way it was before?"

At last the room was silent, and after some deep breaths, she smiled, gave a sad sigh, and stood up. "I didn't think so, but thank you ... for listening."

Feeling like her soul was a fraction of its former weight, she left the hospital and began the walk back to her school. It was a beautiful day, and for that brief reprieve, it felt like nothing could go wrong and everything was as it should be. Then, of course...

"Oof!"

Helena was knocked to the ground as she turned a corner and bumped into someone. Looking up, she muttered a very unchristian swear. Xavier was looking down at her, a quizzical expression on his face. "Huh. You may not believe me, but I actually had no plans to bother you today, so this is quite interesting."

He offered to help her up but she smacked his hand aside and got to her feet. "Yeah, right. Why else would you bump into me like this?"

"I actually had business in town and was making my way back to the school. I'm guessing you're doing the same. Let's walk together."

"You're just going to follow me if I go an alternate route, aren't you?"

"Bingo."

Helena gave a loud groan and strode past him. "You're not allowed to hold my hand or do anything like that."

Xavier chuckled. "Yes dear."

For the first few minutes, the walking was silent. Helena almost forgot that Xavier was there. Soon enough though, it broke.

"You were visiting Father Hauser, weren't you?"

Helen straightened her posture and deepened her voice. "Yes, I was."

"You said before that he was like an actual father to you, what did you mean?"

Helena didn't respond, not wanting him anywhere near her memories or personal secrets.

"You know, I reversed his brain damage and I removed a really nasty tumor on his pancreas. You could at least talk to me."

'Goddamnit, now he's guilt-tripping me.'

She took a deep breath, working up the courage to speak. "When I came here, to Rosewood University ... I hated men. I absolutely despised them and thought I could never trust them. Hell, it wasn't even men, I was just afraid of everybody. I would attack anyone who came close to me. I was like a wild animal, nothing more than a feral creature in a schoolgirl outfit. Soon after I arrived, I found myself in the corner of the cafeteria. I had taken a knife from the kitchen and was swinging it at the teachers trying to approach. I was high on adrenalin and terror, and thought that they would do something terrible to me if they got me."

She glanced up at Xavier and saw a peculiar look on his face. He was stoic ... almost somber.

"Then Father Hauser came. He was smiling, but I didn't trust him. A lot of men smiled before doing something cruel. He reached out to me and I stabbed at his hand. The blade went through his palm like the stigmata, but with little more than a wince of pain, he clutched my hand and said, "God will forgive you if you are sorry, but don't do something that you can't forgive". I just fell apart and burst into tears and he held me with his hand still bleeding. From then on, he was like an actual father to me. He taught me to trust people, how to not live in fear and anger, and to accept the love of God. He's been my oldest friend, as well as my dearest."

She came to a stop, lost in thought, feeling like her emotions were going to pour out of her like tears. She then turned as Xavier gently interlaced his fingers with hers, raised her hand, and kissed the back of it. It took her a moment to react to the gentle action, but she quickly pulled her hand away with her face flushed. "W-what the hell was that?!"

He gave a small smile. "I just felt like giving you some affection. Tell you what, if you'd like, we can split up here. You can walk back to the school alone."

She looked away from him, pouting. "We're already so close to the campus, there is no point. But don't touch me again."

"Sorry, just one more time..."

She closed her eyes as his fingers approached her face. Oh God, was he going to stick them in her mouth like he had done the other night? No, he simply brushed back a lock of her hair and tucked it behind her ear, then cupped her cheek. At that moment, Helena had never felt so small. She felt like a tiny bird cradled in his palm, but his hand ... it felt so ... gentle. After a couple seconds, he released her and continued walking, leaving her with her heart racing.

She took a deep breath and then followed. "By the way, what were you doing here in town?"

He looked at her with an evil grin. "Are you sure you want to know?"

She shuddered. "No, scratch that."

An hour earlier:

"Welcome to our new home."

Lily gazed in amazement at the small flat, unable to believe what was going on. Out of nowhere, Xavier had just told her that he had gotten a part-time job and was using his money to get an apartment for them. Her mind had been spinning the whole time as he led her across Rome to this one bed/one bath.

"So we're really going to be living here?"

He pulled her in close and kissed her on the top of the head. "Like husband and wife."

"Oh, this is what I've always dreamed of having! But what about school?"

"Well I'll need to keep attending so that I can graduate and get a better job for us. But you don't need to worry about going back. You didn't have friends and I doubt the teachers cared. No one there will miss you."

Her slender shoulders slunk and she clutched his arm, needing him with her. 'That's right, nobody cares about me but Xavier. Without him, I'm all alone. I have to do whatever I can to keep our life like this.'

"But as you know, life isn't fair. There is a catch to all of this. The job I have doesn't pay enough for us to stay here. It only covered the security deposit. For this to be our home, you need to make money as well."

"But ... I'm too young. Nobody will hire me."

"Well, I suppose you could always ... use your body. You were able to clear my debt with that loan shark, so there's nothing stopping you from doing it again to bring in some income."

Lily's heart stopped. Do that ... again? That awful experience with that disgusting man? And others?!

Xavier looked at her and sighed. "You're right, I'm sorry, I can't ask you to do that. I guess we'll just have to enjoy this place while we have it. Maybe someday we have a home of our own, but not today."

"No! No! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you need to do!"

He smiled and rubbed her head. "Good girl, I'm so proud of you. I already know a few people who will pay good money for you. I'll call them and tell them to come over."

Sophie was standing in her room in her underwear, looking in the mirror over her dresser. Helena had yet to return from dinner, so she had some time to reflect. She ran her hand around her throat, trying to feel for the collar. Every day, Xavier would attack her somewhere in the school, drag her to some corner or closet, and rape her. It could last either a few minutes or a few hours. Every time he violated her, he would pull on her leash and her collar would appear. He claimed he liked the face she made when she choked her with it. She knew that Xavier was no ordinary human, that he had powers like that of a demon. What in God's name was he? With all the stress she was under, it was a miracle that her grades hadn't plummeted. She had taken to obsessive studying to keep her thoughts occupied. How long was this going to last? How long was he going to torture her like this?

Down the hall, Helena was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. Staring into the mirror at her reflection, her arm slowed. She slowly reached up and felt her throat. She could feel the collar, always there. That bind, that link between her and Xavier ... How could she break it? How could she free herself? If she could keep her will strong and resist him, would he keep his word and leave her unharmed? Or would his patience run out and eventually he take her violently as he had seen him do with Sophie so many times? But ... what would happen if she did give in? Was this all just a big mind game? If she gave in to him, would he just laugh at her feelings, say it was a joke, and enslave her even worse than he had already? Or would he really make her his queen? If he did take over the world, where and what would she be? Would she be some piece of meat in a dungeon, a slave for him to torment and abuse when he got bored? Would she rule the world at his side and share his throne ... and his bed? It used to be so easy and simple before. When this started, she saw him as pure evil, a heartless monster holding her captive, the subject of her most intense hatred. Now things were so complicated. She had seen a side of him that she didn't want to see, a human side that extinguished her hatred.

Sister Olivia sat in her shower, trying to scrub herself clean of the filth that caked her soul. He would come for her as he had every night. He would come and make her life Hell. What would he do to her tonight? Would he torture her like a prisoner of war? Or would he rape every hole in her body until she was drenched in her blood and his seed? She felt like she was losing her mind. She could barely eat, teach, or even think. And sleep? She didn't want to sleep; she'd rather die than sleep. She wanted to tell someone what was going on, but Xavier had forbidden her, and when she even thought of doing it, she could feel that cursed collar activate. Maybe it would be best for her to kill herself. God would understand, right?

Summer had arrived, and with it came summer vacation. For two weeks, students from abroad could go home and spend time with their families. For those with no home to go back to, all the schoolwork was optional for extra credit, but the school did everything possible to keep the students busy. Idle hands are the Devil's playthings. Sophie was standing in the train station with several other students, all boarding trains for different points across Europe. With her was Helena, saying goodbye.

"Are you sure I can't talk you into coming home with me? My parents would love to have you and my little sister really wants to see you again."

Helena sighed with a sad smile and shook her head. "Thank you, but I can't. Trust me, I'd give my right arm for a real vacation, but I need to do a lot extra credit work and get my grades up. But do give everyone my regards."

The call was given that the train to Paris was boarding, meaning it was time for Sophie to go. Giving her friend a tight hug, she picked up her bag and made her way onto the train. She slumped into her seat, sighing in bliss. Finally, she was away from this school, away from him.

Marian jumped from the car and tackled her older sister, sending the two girls tumbling to the ground in the parking lot of the Paris train station. At fourteen years of age, Marian was the spitting image of her older sister, with the same blonde hair and blue eyes, though of course, she was shorter and her breasts weren't as large. The two girls hugged each other while their parents laughed, glad that the whole family was back together.

Having returned home, Sophie's pain vanished and she was happier than she had been in months. The drive to the countryside was beautiful, with Sophie and Marian chattering in French in the backseat. Once home, they had a delicious dinner and Sophie told her family about everything going on at Rosewood University, laughing as she talked about Helena and her fight with Sister Olivia. That night, she collapsed on her bed, smiling and exhausted. It felt so good to be in her own home, her own room, her own bed, and to be able to sleep without a roommate nearby. At last, she could relax.

TAP TAP

The sound made her body tense up and her heart struggle to beat. Trembling from head to toe, she sat up and looked around. She saw him, Xavier, hovering outside her window, with his eyes glowing red and his sharp teeth gleaming.

Tears began to run from her eyes as she worked to pull in a single breath of air. "No! No! No, please! This can't be happening! Not here!"

Without moving his body, Xavier floated forward. The bedroom window and the wall around it dissolved from his touch, the edges glowing with lit embers as he burned his way through.

He entered her bedroom, a deep laugh echoing from his throat. "Did you really think you could escape from me? Did you really think you could run away? That there was any place in this world that I wouldn't follow? No, you are mine. You are my slave, my toy, my property. I will torment you until the day I grow bored and then I will eat you like a steak dinner. Your life belongs to me. Now get up and undress."

Trying to hold in her tears, Sophie got to her feet and pulled off her nightgown, then did the same with her bra and panties. She got on all fours on the bed, her ass pointed to Xavier. She was used to this routine.

"Ok, I'm ready."

"Oh, not yet. I didn't come here so that I could have my way with just you."

His words pierced her chest like bullets of ice.

"No ... no, you can't mean..."

Laughing, Xavier strode to her door. Screaming in fear, Sophie tried to stop him, but he snapped his fingers and activated her collar. She fell to her knees, the demonic restraint draining her strength and weighing down on her.

"Please, I'm begging you! Not my sister! Not Marian! I'll do whatever you want! Just please don't hurt her!"

"Oh, don't worry, at least now you won't have to go through this alone."

He left her bedroom and made his way down the dark hall. He was using his powers to put Sophie's parents in a deep coma, and without any neighbors nearby, no help would come. He arrived at Marian's room and opened the door.

Having yet to fall asleep, she rolled over to see who it was. "Huh? Sophie?"

Her eyes fell on Xavier and her blood ran cold with terror. She sat up and scrambled against the wall, knowing that this man was evil. "Who are you?! What do you want?!"

"I'm your new master. As for what I want, I want you."

He moved across the room, engulfed in a fog-like shadow. Marian screamed and tried to get away, but he grabbed her arm and used his other hand to rip off her nightgown and underwear. She writhed in his grip, completely naked and with tears running down her face.

"My, my, what a beautiful body you have. I'm going to enjoy sampling it."

He then loosened his grip and allowed her to slip free. She rushed into the hall and began banging on her parents' door, but nothing she could do would ever wake them. She then ran to Sophie's room and saw her on the floor, naked like herself and with the collar glowing.

"Run, Marian!"

More terrified than ever in her life, she sprinted downstairs and outside, not even bothering to put her shoes on. Xavier stepped out the front door and watched her run, the moonlight shining on her pale skin. Gasping for air and struggling to fight the weight of the collar, Sophie collapsed beside him, having dragged herself from her room.

"Watch this."

Xavier held up his hand, and out in the fields surrounding Sophie's home, Marian tripped as if caught in a trap. She screamed, feeling an invisible force dragging her back towards the house.

"Now, go out there and bring her to me."

Sophie looked at him, mortified by this command. "No! I won't let you hurt her!"

"You know neither of you can escape. As you can see, I don't even need you to bring her back. But if you don't, I will punish the two of you. Everything you've suffered until now will be nothing. I will spend the entire night torturing you, taking turns so that both sisters can watch the other one be pushed to the brink of madness and death. I will make you endure more pain than you ever thought possible, and within minutes, you will beg me to brutalize her instead and let you rest. And then, I will kill you and your entire family."