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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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

“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 refuses to go along

It’s just a

he going to eat me or

not sure which is worse.

it’s both. The worst of

I try to ignore it, to

But I can’t.

hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his breathing grows

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Tomated

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

“I don’t know—”

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

he pulls back with another growl, glowering down at

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

as he rubs his fingers against my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It

Seriously?!

fucking luck,

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that

pride war with each other as I tongue the cut on the

accelerated heartbeat.

it. You

kitten.” His words sound like they’re coming

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

tongue. “My sweet kitten. It’s going to be

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

heart.

he’s cleaned all the blood from my mouth,

throhs and mu hand cuima na

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nothing comes out, and it doesn’t deter him

frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying to hinder

his painful nails, and I tense as he shoves his

He’s sniffing. Hard.

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

Westwood.

was fucked by one.” Shit. My mouth

don’t want to

can’t submit to this fucking creep, either, no

yelp in pain as my body scrapes

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

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

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