Chapter 7

The panel broke free of the ceiling and struck a student, the corner cutting him from his temple to the middle of his forehead and sending blood pouring onto the floor. Everyone in the hallway was either left petrified or frantic, hearing the crash and the cry of pain. Thane was there, still taking pictures of the school and now finding something to photograph. This was no coincidence. In the crowd, Daphne licked her lips in sadistic ecstasy. She had dreamed of having power like this since she was a little girl, the power to cause havoc and inflict harm. She could feel it bubbling within her, the Antichrist's energy, like a fetus developing in her womb. Down the hall, Thane raised his camera above his head and snapped a picture, and once it was developed, he would see a dark figure amongst the students, unidentifiable but unmistakable.

This was the second accident today, but the only that the school would pay attention to. It was time to move on, and she knew exactly who to victimize.

Screaming and clutching her hand, Helena fell off her stool with the whole class watching. She was in Chemistry, doing a group experiment with the other students at the table, when the glass beaker atop the hotplate had suddenly shattered and sprayed her hand with boiling water. With her skin molting into stinging blisters, Helena tried to look through her tears as the teacher rushed to her aid. While all the students in class were whispering amongst themselves, Daphne sat in the back of the room, trying to hold in her laugh as black sparks crackled around her fingertips.

Nearly delirious from the pain of her burns and trying not to cry, Helena staggered into the infirmary with the help of the teacher. Seeing the state of the student, the school nurse bolted up from her desk.

"Sister Ellie, Ms. O'Connor has been badly burned!" the teacher exclaimed.

The nurse hurriedly began applying burn ointment to Helena's hand, making her gasp in relief. Just the feel of the cool cream sent shivers up her spine from the decimation of her agony, but the pain was still intense. As the nun began wrapping her in bandages, she looked around at the row of beds in the student ward next door. There was only one other student there, currently asleep on a cot, but her sleeping face hit Helena like a punch to the gut.

"Sophie!"

Pulling herself away from the nun, she ran through the small auditorium to her unconscious roommate, leaving beyond a trail of ointment-soaked bandages. She grasped Sophie's hand with both of hers, wincing from the agitation of her burns. "Sophie! Sophie! Are you ok? Wake up!"

Sophie stirred slightly but didn't open her eyes.

Sister Ellie strode over and gently pulled her away. "She just fainted, she'll be fine. We're going to have her sleep here tonight so we can keep an eye on her. Come on, we need to finish bandaging your hand."

Helena reluctantly let go of Sophie and returned to the office so that her hand could be wrapped up. As the end of the cotton line was taped, the entrance to the infirmary opened and Xavier limped in. Seeing him, Helena's hair nearly stood on end from her rage. Had he done this? Had he done this to her and Sophie?!

"Excuse me, nurse? I slipped down the stairs and I think I sprained my ankle."

"Oh Lord, I got students dropping like flies. Both of you pick a bed and get some rest. Lad, I'll bring you an icepack and something to dull the pain until you can move."

Shooting him a dirty look, Helena strode past Xavier and lied down on the bed next to Sophie's, cradling her burned hand. Xavier picked a cot on the other side of the room, and the nurse brought him an icepack and some pills. As soon as she returned to her office, Xavier snapped his fingers. A metaphysical black curtain sealed off the room, separating the nurse's office from the auditorium, then vanished. Xavier had just soundproofed the room, and to anyone looking in, nothing would look out of the ordinary. His movements hidden from the nurse, he climbed out of bed and walked over to Helena, discarding the limp he had used earlier.

"Let me see your injuries."

"Fuck off, I don't want you admiring your handiwork."

Since she had already cursed Sister Olivia, she saw no point in keeping a civil tongue around Xavier. Besides, God would forgive her.

Sighing in annoyance, he sat on the edge of Sophie's bed. "You idiot, why do you think I'm here? I sensed you were hurt and wanted to make sure you were ok."

This was the last thing Helena had expected Xavier to say. This concern, this kindness ... Before, he always seemed to be in control of every situation, but now he seemed like he had been completely blindsided. The look on his face and his gentle tone made her blush, regardless of her feelings.

"Well ... what about Sophie? Did you do that as well?"

"Yeah, but relax. It's just slight case of anemia. She'll be right as rain tomorrow. Now let me see your hand."

Normally, Xavier's confession would leave her struggling to contain her rage, but it was the fact he had been so bluntly honest that left her fury unable to ignite. Plus, if it was really nothing more than anemia, there wasn't much of a point of getting mad. There were plenty of other ways he could have knocked her out. It seemed he just needed her out of the way, rather than hurt. She slowly sat up and held out her hand, letting him gently unravel the bandages that the nurse had just put on her.

"So what exactly happened? Judging by the way it's wrapped and the ointment applied, I'm guessing that you were burned somehow."

"I was in Chemistry and hot beaker broke. Considering all the things you put me through, I'm surprised you'd care about something like this."

Having removed the bandages, he gently wiped away the ointment, holding her delicate hand like an icy rose. Clutching her hand in his loose grip like a butterfly, he brought it to his lips and blew on her blistered fingers as if to warm them with his breath on a cold day. Helena gave a small moan of relief as she felt the burns disappear, as if the molted tissue was being blown off like dust and revealing untouched skin underneath.

"Helena, I am a twisted man. Your mind, body, and soul belong to me and I enjoy making you suffer. I love that look on your face when you're bound in ropes, I love the sound you make when I violate you, and I love the heartache of guilt and revulsion you feel when I make you do things that you consider sinful."

He then kissed her hand and looked into her eyes, wearing the same kind smile as when she had jumped off the diving board. "But of all the terrible things I've done to you and will continue to do until you finally give in to me, I will never, ever hurt you. After all, I still intend to make you my queen and my bride, and when I do, I will protect you and make you smile for the rest of your life."

Helena pulled her hand away from Xavier's and stood up. The fluttering of her heart scared her more than his words. She looked at her hand, completely undamaged, with her skin still as soft as silk. Should she ... thank him? No, not after everything he had been through.

She looked back at him, using her anger and impatience to quell the strange feelings now burning within her. "What is my task for today? The card told me just to wait. What am I supposed to do?"

Xavier smiled and turned back to Sophie. "Well since Sophie will spend the night here, I want you to sleep in her bed tonight."

"So you're Lily? It's nice to meet you."

Lily didn't immediately respond, unable to look up into Daphne's eyes. She had watched her boyfriend fuck this girl and now she was just talking to her like it was nothing? Not only that, but this woman had stood over her and smiled as Lily licked Xavier's cum out of her pussy.

"Yeah ... it's ... it's nice to meet you."

"Xavier talks about you all the time. He says you're the prettiest girl in the world and the perfect girlfriend. You're the most important person in the world to him."

The knot in Lily's stomach loosened. Strange as it was, finding someone who knew about her relationship with Xavier was comforting, and it helped to have someone else tell her that Xavier loved her.

"Really? He does?"

"Of course, and I just think your relationship is the sweetest thing ever. Xavier told me that you were a little tense after our first meeting and asked me to come and clear the air. How about you and I find somewhere private where we can talk?"

Taking Lily by the hand so that she couldn't resist, she pulled her across campus to an isolated spot behind one of the elementary school buildings. Daphne gently pushed her against the ball, tossing her and Lily's book bags aside.

"Xavier and I have been fucking for years. You know, just to play around. What you to have is serious, so I'm a little curious about you."

She started fondling Lily's underdeveloped body, making her whine in embarrassment. "Stop! What are you doing?!"

"Come on, haven't you ever wanted to try it with a girl? Besides, you've already licked Xavier's sperm out of my cunt."

Keeping Lily pressed against the wall, Daphne hiked up her skirt and jammed her hand into her panties. She cried out as the stranger molested her, inserting her fingers into the place only Xavier was allowed to touch. She tried to push Daphne away, but the upperclassman had a firm hold on her, plus Lily could not work up much strength while she was being fingered.

"No! Please!"

"Come on, you know you like it. Take it like a good girl. You are a good girl, aren't you?"

Lily stopped resisting, though she looked no less miserable. The phrase "good girl" had triggered her submissive obedience to Xavier.

'Wow, Xavier wasn't kidding when he said he had broken her spirit. He's got her trained like Pavlov's dog.'

Daphne grabbed Lily's face and began kissing her, her fingers pumping back and forth in her pussy while her tongue slithered in her mouth. Even after going down on Daphne back in Xavier's room, Lily wanted to scream in revulsion from kissing a girl. Her body was reacting to the molestation, but she held no attraction to women. Daphne didn't care. Like Xavier, she loved violating girls, and the more unwilling they were, the better. Getting more aggressive, Daphne pulled her fingers out of Lily and jammed them into her mouth, forcing them so far into her throat she almost gagged.

"Yeah, take it, you little slut."

She then stepped back and ripped off her shirt and her bra. Grabbing Lily, she forced her face into her chest, smothering her with her tits. Once again, Lily tried to push Daphne off her, overwhelmed with the sensation of the fleshy water balloons against her face and desperate for air.

"Come on, suck on them."

Tears streaming down her face, Lily wrapped her lips around Daphne's nipples and began pulling on them, all while Daphne slapped and spat on her. Once her breasts were thoroughly painted with Lily's saliva, Daphne forced her to the ground and fully undressed. With Lily on her back, Daphne settled on top of her, sitting on her face. Openly crying, Lily began licking Daphne's pussy just like before, while struggling to find room to breathe. She hated herself for what she was doing, how this woman was degrading her. She tried to remain brave as Daphne ripped off her skirt and panties, revealing her tight little slit, wet and glistening from being fingered. Daphne began smacking her pussy, making Lily tense up and cross her legs from the stinging pain. She was aiming straight for her clitoris, striking it like she was trying to kill a fly.

Loving her control over the pathetic whelp, Daphne changed her position, getting into a crab walk and rubbing her ass against Lily's face. "Come on, lick my asshole! Lick it!"

Not having the will to fight back, Lily began swirling her tongue around Daphne's anus, working it inside her while Daphne played with herself. She could barely breathe, but at this point, she wouldn't mind dying. After a minute, Daphne got up off Lily. Without her victim watching, she used the powers Xavier had given her to materialize a large strap-on dildo. Securing herself in the harness, she flipped Lily onto her stomach and got on top of her. "Let's see how well you can take a cock."

Lily murmured a small plea for mercy and then screamed as Daphne forced the dildo into her asshole without any kind of lubrication. Daphne pushed it in all the way and then lifted herself up. Pushing Lily's face into the ground, she began heaving her body and dropping it, fucking her asshole with obvious cruelty. Lily whined with each brutal thrust, her tears blurring her vision and her mouth filled with the taste of dirt and grass. She didn't know how long Daphne raped her, but she eventually got up, removed the strap-on, and forced it into Lily's mouth like a pacifier.

"Wow, you really are a good girl. I wish you and Xavier a long and happy life together."

Giggling sadistically, Daphne got dressed and left Lily there, curled up in the fetal position with the dildo still in her mouth and her anus bleeding. Crossing the campus, Daphne was spun around as Xavier angrily grabbed her wrist and pulled her aside, just as she had done to Lily.

"What is it? What did I do? If this is about that girl, you said I could play with her!"

Xavier glared at her, a look of anger on his face that she never wanted to see again. "You and Helena have Chemistry together. Did you cause that burn on her hand?"

The question made Daphne give a double take. "O'Connor? What does that bitch have to do with this?"

"Answer the question!"

"Yes! I made the beaker shatter! You told me to cause trouble, so I thought I'd give her what she had coming!"

"Don't you ever hurt her again. Ever!"

Daphne's face became red with anger. "Why?! Why would you care about that stuck-up psycho?"

"Because I have chosen her to be my queen when I take over this world! She is the one I will make my wife and you will bow to her when that day comes!"

Forgetting who she was talking to, Daphne exploded. "Never! I'll never bow to her and I'll never accept her! This is bullshit! You can't just–"

Xavier swung his arm and sent four chains bursting from the ground, made of the same ethereal light as her collar. Securing themselves to that shackle, they pulled her to her knees.

"I think you and I need to clarify our relationship. You are not my partner or my equal. You are my servant and I am your master. You don't get a say in what I do and you don't get to question me. Whether you like it or not, Helena will be my queen and you will obey her just as you obey me. If I tell you to you to kiss her feet, you will do it like it's your favorite thing in the world. Understood?"

Daphne simply glared at him.

"Understood?" he asked again, his face inches from hers with his eyes literally burning.

"Yes, Master."

Helena stared at Sophie's empty bed like it was a dead animal on the side of the road. The sheets and blankets had all been changed since the last time Xavier had been there, but still ... a lot of things had happened in this bed, none of them good. But this was the easiest trial Xavier had given her. She didn't have to do anything but lie down and sleep. Sighing in resignation, she removed her skirt and blouse and climbed into bed. The dorm rooms at this school were perfectly symmetrical, so it felt a little strange to be sleeping on the other side of the room with the wall to her right. The bed smelled like Sophie, but Helena didn't mind.

The lights turned off and her alarm clock set, Helena lied on her back and waited for sleep to come. Easier said than done. Her mind refused to settle and her body would not relax. She stared at the ceiling, telling herself again and again that this was the same view Sophie had whenever Xavier raped her. Her friend would look up and cry, seeing that exact same section of plaster tiles while the Antichrist had his way with her. What had she thought about? What were the thoughts and feelings rushing through her mind during those horrific nights? She knew exactly why Xavier was making her do this; he wanted to make her curious as too what Sophie had gone through, but she couldn't help but follow with his plan. Just like when she had watched that porno, she wondered what it had felt like to have sex, even if Xavier's way with Sophie had been violent and horrific. Taking away all the bad stuff, all the fear and pain from being violated, what did it feel like when Sophie had intercourse with Xavier? If Sophie had been willing or even eager let Xavier use her body, what would it feel like?

'Oh God, please don't let Xavier come here tonight. That's what he's going to do, isn't it? He's going to show me what Sophie experienced by doing the exact same thing to me!'

She could already picture it, him holding himself over her, that sadistic smirk of conquest on his face. She swung her arm at the empty space he would have occupied, dispelling the figment of her imagination like it was a puff of smoke. She suddenly stopped, her body so still it was as if she had been flash-frozen. She was staring at her hand, outstretched before her and wrapped up. Since everyone knew she had been burned and she couldn't simply say that the Antichrist had healed her, she would have to keep it bandaged it for a while, simply for appearances. What he had told her in the infirmary was ringing in her mind like church bells.

'He's done a lot of bad things to me, but it's true that he's never actually hurt me. He said that he would never, ever hurt me. That's right, he won't just rape me like he did to Sophie. He wants to win my heart and have me give him my virginity willingly. I will never love a twisted monster like him, no matter what ... but at least I can say that he could be worse.'

Yawning, she tightened the blankets around herself and rolled onto her side, her hands to her lips as if in prayer, at last falling asleep to the smell of the bandages.

Sister Olivia kneeled at her bed, praying for God to protect her from the horrible nightmare she had suffered the night before. Dream or not, she didn't know if she could survive being raped like that again. Hopefully, after a good night's sleep, she would regain her nerve and put her students back in their place. Certain she had secured her soul against evil, she climbed into bed and went to sleep. Xavier soon retrieved her for another night of fun.

Helena zoomed through the water of the school pool, passing by her fellow students like they were dogs swimming for the first time. Her task for the day was to watch another porno and masturbate to it. She wasn't looking forward to it, but she had to remind herself that it could always be worse. Besides, unlike the ropes, that DVD player stashed in her book bag wasn't hindering her movements in the pool. She had managed to convince the coach that swimming wouldn't agitate her "wounded" hand, and her burns or ointment wouldn't contaminate the water. Having slept well through the night and now enjoying one of her favorite hobbies, she at last felt like things were right in the world.

Two rows down, Daphne was watching her with truly indescribable rage. Of all people, why did Xavier have to pick Helena to be his queen?!

'She doesn't deserve it, that uptight bitch! He already fucked me and gave me his power! I should be the one he marries! Me! ME! I should be his queen! That zealot cunt should just drop dead!'

The class soon ended, with all of the girls herding back to the locker room to shower off and get dressed. Daphne was the last to go in, her eyes lit with bloodlust. All of the other students had already left, but with only a study hall after this, Helena was allowing herself to enjoy the shower and thoroughly wash off the chlorine.

"Hey!"

Helena turned around and Daphne slammed her against the wall, squeezing her breast brutally hard. She cried out in pain and tried to push Daphne off her, both girls naked.

"Ah! What the hell are you doing?!"

"Stay away from Xavier, you bitch! He's mine!"

Helena's eyes widened. "What did you just say?"

"I'm going to be his queen, not you! I'll show you what happens when you get in my way! If Xavier hasn't popped your cherry, I'll break you in for him!"

Daphne began working her fingers into Helena, and at that moment, every cell in her body seemed to line up, making her feel like she was made of Kevlar.

"Don't you dare touch me! Don't you ever touch me!"

Pulling back her arm, she punched Daphne in the face as hard as she could, sending her sprawling back with a broken nose. Pushing off against the wall, Helena hurled herself at her long-time nemesis and began beating her wildly with her fists. Hitting the opposing wall of the shower room, Daphne ducked to the side to dodge Helena's punch. Helena stood over her, cracking her knuckles.

"Of all the girls in this school to pick a fight with, you picked the wrong one."

Daphne's eyes became black with unholy energy. "Right back at you."

She tackled Helena, knocking her to the slippery ground and sitting on top of her. Helena shifted her head to the side, barely dodging a downward punch. Daphne's fist smashed the concrete floor like it was Styrofoam.

'Oh my god, she's not human! What did Xavier do to make her like this?!'

Grabbing her arm, she pushed against her elbow to force Daphne to roll off to the side. Getting to her feet, Helena spun around on the slick floor and delivered a kick to Daphne's jaw, sending her staggering out of the shower and crashing one of the benches. She slowly got to her feet, her body rippling as the dark power began to destabilize from her rage. Her face contorted, her teeth becoming like needles and her cheeks disappearing. She sent her arm rocketing towards Helena, the limb stretching like rubber with claws at the tips of her fingers. Helena ducked out of the way, gaining a large cut across the shoulder but otherwise avoiding damage.