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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Lisa, Enthralled (II)

half–mad as he nuzzles his way down my neck, kissing across my collarbone. My face is finally freed from his nails, only for

breast. “Ah, yes. Just as I suspected.” Then he bites at my nipple, groaning when I thrash and kick. I manage

It’s just a little taste, kitten.”

he

not sure which is worse.

both. The worst

my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it,

But I can’t.

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

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Tomated in

quickly turn into angry growls. “You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be furious if

“I don’t know—”

his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The nauseating feeling he brings is the same,

he pulls back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told you not to ruin

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?

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

Seriously?!

luck, buddy.

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do that when I’m

head ringing 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

accelerated heartbeat.

it. You can survive this.

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

pops at the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to

sweet,” he murmurs, in between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten.

at cats the same way again. He’s ruined

heart.

blood from my mouth, my

and mu hand cuima

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floor. I heave, but nothing comes out, and

can feel him yanking my pants off, tearing them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying to hinder his

painful nails, and

He’s sniffing. Hard.

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

Westwood.

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

don’t want to die.

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

me toward him and I yelp in pain as my body

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far as they can and scraping down my insides,

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

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 and random burst of