Tangled

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[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]

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When he leans forward again, jerking my face away doesn’t work. He just grasps my chin in those fingers, like icicles where his nails dig into my skin and yank me toward him.

His mouth is cold and unpleasant against mine, at odds with the gentle kisses he peppers against my lips.

Disgusting.

“Sweet kitten. You’ll soon see that you are meant to be here.” His words are a winter wind that shuts down any hope in my soul. “I truly hope you last longer than the

others.”

Involuntarily, I glance around the room, at the stains on the walls. He chuckles. “Yes. They died here. But

you will live for me, won’t you, kitten? You’ll be my good little pet, won’t you?”

I feel like I’ve read before that you have to go along

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with your kidnapper’s delusions.

I’m not sure if that works with supernatural ones, but I’ll do anything if it means I’ll live until rescue arrives.

“Yes” I whisper, hating how my heart sinks at his brilliant smile, those creepy red eyes glittering as he watches me.

“Such a sweet little lie.” He sighs, nuzzling his cheek against mine. “Ah, you smell divine. So sweet. A treasure found in such a nasty place. Such a tantalizing

treat.”

His words make no sense; he talks like he’s delusional.

His frigid mouth kisses the side of my lips, across my cheek, and down to my neck, where he groans. “Bliss,” he murmurs. “I’ll give you bliss.”

My body recoils, but those dagger nails of his yank my head back toward him and his voice sends shudders

down my back.

“Our first time,” he murmurs, nuzzling against my pulse. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it beautiful for you. Your heart is already racing for me. Ready for me to suck every drop out of your body. But I won’t. Not yet. You

need a little more flavor”

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collarbone. My face is finally freed from his nails, only for

yes. Just as I suspected.” Then he bites at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and kick. I manage to bite back a shriek,

a little taste,

A taste? He fucking bit me. Is he going to

which is worse.

maybe it’s both. The

my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it, to think

But I can’t.

on those icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his breathing grows

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Tomated

need to participate, kitten. I’ll be furious if my meal is

“I don’t know—”

sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The nauseating

pulls back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told

my breast, hating the sting of his palm against my skin. “I don’t understand.” What the fuck is he even saying? How can I ruin his meal? I am his

shoves his hand roughly between my legs, snarling as he rubs his fingers against my jeans. “You need to be

Seriously?!

fucking luck, buddy.

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can only do that when

my head ringing and my face pounding, pulsing in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue

accelerated heartbeat.

it. You can survive this.

kitten.” His words sound like they’re coming from under water.

he yanks me up by my chin. My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his mouth over mine, that cold tongue sliming its way into my mouth as he groans.

thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet

same way again. He’s ruined their furry little existence in my

heart.

all the blood from my

throhs and mu hand cuima na ha

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but nothing comes out, and it

yanking my pants off, tearing them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at

with his painful nails, and I tense

He’s sniffing. Hard.

thighs, shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite how much my

Westwood.

by one.” Shit. My mouth is definitely going to get

don’t want to die.

to this fucking creep, either, no matter what all those stupid true crime podcasts say.

toward him and I yelp in pain as my body scrapes

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far as they can and scraping down

much worse than I thought it would be, and I’m positive he’s tearing me

at escaping the pain. The urge to vomit slides its way up my throat as I can feel him pushing at my G–spot in a weird and