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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Lisa, Enthralled (II)

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

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

a little

he going to

which

both. The worst

rips my shirt to shreds, I try to ignore it, to think of other

But I can’t.

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

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Tomated in

need to participate, kitten. I’ll be

“I don’t know—”

be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank

at

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

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

Seriously?!

luck,

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can only do that when I’m attracted

ground, my 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

accelerated heartbeat.

You can survive

little kitten.” His words sound like they’re

is in 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

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

heart.

he’s cleaned all the blood from

nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima

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but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t

pants off, tearing them when he’s frustrated,

with his painful nails, and I tense

He’s sniffing. Hard.

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

Westwood.

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

don’t want to die.

no matter

and I yelp in pain as my body

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

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

my attempts at escaping the pain. The urge to vomit slides its