James POV
The heavy doors creaked open as I stood over my collared, trembling women. The select trusted inner-circle witnesses, masked family members in dark robes, filed silently into the blood throne chamber, taking positions around the perimeter. Their eyes gleamed behind the masks, but they knew the rules: watch, never touch. This was my ascension, my blood empire made manifest.
I am James. Tonight they would witness the final breaking of my wife and our daughter.
"Bring the altar bindings," I commanded. Two of them carried forward thick leather straps and positioned Lydia and Raven back-to-back on the cold stone altar at the chamber's center. Their naked bodies pressed together. Lydia's soft, curvaceous frame against Raven's youthful, athletic one. I fastened the straps tightly aro
