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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his way down my neck, kissing across my collarbone. My 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 to and

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

just a little

bit me. Is he going

sure which is

The worst of both

shreds, I try

But I can’t.

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

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“You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be

“I don’t know—”

and I think he’s trying to be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at

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

skin. “I don’t understand.” What the fuck is he even saying? How can

his fingers against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It enhances the flavor. I

Seriously?!

fucking luck,

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do that when I’m attracted

knocks me to the ground, my head ringing and my face pounding, pulsing in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on

accelerated heartbeat.

You can survive this.

His words sound like

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

murmurs, in between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to

I’m ever going to look at cats the same way again.

heart.

he’s cleaned all the blood from

and throhs and mu hand cuima na

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but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t deter him from his

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

painful nails, and I tense as he shoves

He’s sniffing. Hard.

legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite how much my flexibility has increased since I arrived at

Westwood.

Shit. My mouth is definitely going to get me

want to die.

either, no matter what all those stupid

and I yelp in pain as my body scrapes across the floor. When chilly, stabbing

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without warning, reaching as far as they can and scraping down my

than I thought it would

to realize he’s trying to clean me out, using his 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 up my throat as I can feel him pushing at my G–spot in a weird