Tangled

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[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]

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LISA

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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face is finally freed from his nails, only for his hands to grab at both my breasts, his touch almost clinical as he squeezes and moves them

down to inspect beneath my left breast. “Ah, yes. Just as I suspected.” Then he bites at my nipple, groaning

just a little taste,

he going to eat me or rape me?

not sure which is

The

I try to

But I can’t.

can only focus on those icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my

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

“I don’t know—”

and I think he’s trying to be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The nauseating feeling he

another growl, glowering down at me. “I told you not to ruin

slaps 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

hand roughly between my legs, snarling as he rubs his fingers against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It enhances

Seriously?!

luck, buddy.

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can only do that

and my face pounding, pulsing in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on the inside of my cheek, dragging in deep breaths to calm

accelerated heartbeat.

it. You

His words sound like

chin. My neck pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his mouth over

his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be hard

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

heart.

all the blood

and mu

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nothing comes out,

pants off, tearing them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying

nails, and I tense as he shoves his face between my

He’s sniffing. Hard.

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

Westwood.

My mouth is definitely going to

want to

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

yanks me toward him and I yelp in pain as my

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far as they can and scraping down my insides,

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

other hand to shove down on the top of my pelvis to halt my attempts at escaping the pain. The urge to vomit slides its way