Tangled

150 Lisa: Enthralled (1)

150 Lisa: Enthralled (II)

[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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Enthralled (II)

way down my neck, kissing across my collarbone. My face is finally freed from his nails, only for

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

just a

me. Is he going to eat me

not sure which

it’s both. The

my shirt to shreds, I try

But I can’t.

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

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Tomated

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

“I don’t know—”

again, 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 brings is the

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

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

against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with

Seriously?!

luck,

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can only do that when

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.

damn it. You

sound like they’re coming

“No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving his mouth over mine, that cold tongue sliming its way into my mouth

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

the same way again. He’s ruined their furry little

heart.

all the blood

throhs and mu hand cuima na

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to the floor. I heave, but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t deter him

frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying

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

He’s sniffing. Hard.

apart. My pelvis burns and aches with the stretch, despite how much my flexibility has

Westwood.

mouth is definitely going to get

don’t want to die.

this fucking creep, either, no matter what all

him and I yelp in pain as my body

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reaching as far as they can and scraping down my

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

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