Helena at last broke free of Xavier’s grip. “Enough, I want to go home.”
Xavier sighed and snapped his fingers. The illusion disappeared, returning them to that bench in the street.
Helena turned to him, a look of anger on her face that she had never worn before. “Why? Why do you keep coming after me? Of all the girls in the world, why are you so obsessed with me? There are plenty others who would jump at the chance to be your queen, go ask them. Hell, Daphne attacked me because she was jealous that you picked me over her! Go put a crown on her head! Or are you so pathetic that you can’t handle someone saying ‘no’?”
He stood up off the bench and walked towards her. This was the first time she had seen him angry, at least angry at her. “Do you know the difference between us? What really sets us apart? We’ve both spent our entire lives lying about who we are, but at least I’m honest about what my heart desires. How long are you going to keep lying to yourself? If after all this time, you can look me in the eyes and honestly say you feel nothing for me, fine, I can live with that. But what I can’t stand is you lying to me and hiding behind bullshit. For once in your life, tell the truth!”
As he had again and again, Xavier walked past her, this time bumping his shoulder against hers, leaving her alone with her mind racing.
Helena returned to her dorm room, finding Sophie there, smiling and full of life. She had no memory of the things Xavier had done to her, not even a single scar. So… had he really done them?
“Hey, you ok?” Sophie asked.
She perked up as her friend called out to her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Where have you been all day?”
“Oh, nowhere. Just enjoying the last day of vacation. Come on, let’s go get dinner.”
Night had fallen, and Sister Olivia was lying in a bathtub in the staff bathroom. She had jammed a towel rack into the door so that no one could disturb her. The water was warm, just like the blood pouring from her slit wrists. She could no longer endure Xavier’s torture and had decided to end her life. As she waited for the darkness to consume her, a shadow shifted across her face.
She looked up into the cold eyes of Xavier. “Please, just let me die.”
He grabbed one of her bleeding wrists, healing the wound. “Not yet. Your body still belongs to me.”
“Xavier! You’re back!”
Marian jumped out of bed, running across her room and tackling him. Funny, she was almost like Lily, except she was less pitiful and more masochistic, not to mention sadistic.
“Yeah, I’m back.”
“So what do you want to do to me? Will you fuck me in my pussy or my ass? Can I swallow your cum?”
“I have a better idea. I’m taking you somewhere you can have a lot of fun.”
Daphne sat on her roommate’s bed, holding the girl like a straightjacket. She had tied her up and was torturing her with clothespins and cigarette burns. She bolted up when Xavier appeared at the foot of her bed. “Master, what are you doing here?”
“I need you for something.” He looked down at the sobbing girl, drooling on the ball gag in her mouth. “Also, bring her, I guess.”
Xavier grabbed Sophie by the throat, waking her up in her bed but keeping her silent with his strangling grip. Nearby, Helena slept soundly, while Xavier returned all of the memories of Sophie’s torture.
“You’re coming with me. Your sister will be there.”
Lily walked to the apartment entrance, yawning and rubbing her eyes. A loud knocking had woken her up in the middle of the night. What was going on? She opened the door, finding Xavier.
“Get yourself ready, there are men coming over.”
“Oh… uh… ok.”
“Also, there will be other girls with you.”
“Helena, wake up.” He shook her, trying to get her to stir. “Come on, wake up.”
“Unh… leave me alone.”
“Helena, now.”
She rolled over, turning her back on him. “As long as you let me sleep and put nothing inside me, do whatever you want. I’m too tired to care.”
Xavier grabbed her by the shoulders and sat her up, shaking her until she had to the tiredness exorcized from her body.
She rolled her head back and sighed. “You know, I preferred when you would just crawl into my bed and finger me. What is with you lately? You’re acting crazy.”
“Get dressed, there is something I need to show you.”
“Just go away.”
“Either get dressed or I can bring you there in your underwear.”
Xavier and Helena materialized in the hallway of a dingy apartment building. Before them was a door, and behind it were the clear sounds of crying, moaning, grunting, and the squeaking of mattress springs and other pieces of furniture.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m going to teach you the meaning of despair.”
He opened the door and brought her into the apartment. Inside were dozens of men, divided into groups and clustered around women. Sophie, Marian, Sister Olivia, Daphne, and other students she didn’t recognize. Everyone in the apartment was naked. It was a massive rape orgy. Marian was the only one not sobbing as she had all her holes filled. If anything, she was overjoyed, switching between the men trying to jam their cocks in her mouth.
On the bed was Lily, a dull look to her eyes as yet another man fucked her in the asshole. A lot of these men had fucked her before, but she had learned to block out their faces. In the kitchen, Sister Olivia was sobbing as her pussy was stretched near to tearing. She had two men fucking her at once. They didn’t seem to care that their dicks were rubbing against each other. Sophie was on her knees, crying from the stinging blindness as the men ejaculated onto her face over and over again. She was literally drenched in semen. There was also Daphne, pressed against the window as she was fucked from behind, her eyes darkened with the pain of Xavier’s betrayal. Her roommate was being crushed under some fat guy, and another girl was doing a handstand as she had both her pussy and asshole violated.
Helena stared in shock, feeling like she was going to throw up at the sight of so many people getting raped. She turned to Xavier, tears in her eyes. “Why? Why would you do this? Why would you torture these women like this?”
“To show you the truth of this world. Look at this, look at how easy it is to make people suffer. There is no such thing as freedom in this world, only chaos and the illusion of order. You think me evil because of the things I do, but that’s only because the world lets me. You think that because of who and what I am, I corrupt this world, but this world is already corrupt. I simply parody this twisted nightmare you call reality. I am the serpent, slithering through the crumbling foundations of the kingdom of man. I don’t need my powers to blend in. I’m already surrounded by horror.”
Helena tried to run back out into the hallway, but he grabbed her by the arms and forced her to watch, squeezing so tight that she cried out in pain. “Don’t you dare turn away from this! Don’t you dare shut it out! You think that this is anything unusual? You think that I am some exception to the peace of the world? No, horrors like these will continue on until mankind’s end, just as they have occurred since mankind’s beginning. Look at these women, their minds twisted and their hearts crying out for someone to help them. They pray to God, but he doesn’t answer. Where is your God? Why doesn’t he stop me? Why doesn’t he save them?