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

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 refuses to go along with his ideas.

It’s just a little

He fucking bit me. Is he going to eat me or

which is worse.

it’s both. The

try

But I can’t.

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

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Tomated

murmurs quickly turn into angry growls. “You need to participate,

“I don’t know—”

because his hands no longer twist and yank at my

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

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

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,

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only do that when I’m

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

accelerated heartbeat.

Relax, damn it. You can survive

like

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

between disgusting thrusts of his tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be hard not to drain you.”

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

heart.

blood from my

and mu hand cuima na

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I heave, but nothing comes out,

them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when

painful nails, and

He’s sniffing. Hard.

shoving my legs a little wider apart. My pelvis burns

Westwood.

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

want

creep, either, no matter what all those stupid true crime

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

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

so much worse than I thought it would be,

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