Tangled

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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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Lisa, Enthralled (II)

only for his hands to grab at both my breasts, his touch almost clinical as

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

a

bit me. Is he going to eat me or rape

sure which

both. The worst of

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

But I can’t.

on my skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his breathing grows quick

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Tomated

growls. “You need to participate, kitten. I’ll be furious if my meal

“I don’t know—”

me 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

down at me. “I told you not to ruin my meal.”

he slaps my breast, hating the sting of his palm against my skin. “I don’t understand.” What the fuck is

He shoves his 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 the flavor. I want you to bring me to euphoria, kitten.”

Seriously?!

fucking luck, buddy.

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do that when I’m attracted

pounding, pulsing in pain. Regret and pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on the inside of my cheek,

accelerated heartbeat.

it. You

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

my mouth, and 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.

of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be hard not

at cats the same way again. He’s ruined their

heart.

all the blood from my mouth, my

and throhs and mu hand cuima na

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heave, but nothing comes out,

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

with his painful nails, and I tense

He’s sniffing. Hard.

thighs, shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns and aches

Westwood.

My mouth is definitely going to get

want to die.

submit to this fucking creep, either, no matter what all those

yelp in pain as

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they

it would be, and I’m positive he’s

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