Tangled

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[WARNING: Sensitive content ahead.]

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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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down my neck, kissing across my 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

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

just a

taste? He fucking bit me. Is he

not sure which is worse.

both. The worst of both worlds.

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

But I can’t.

icy hands rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples painfully as his

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

“I don’t know—”

sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick

he pulls back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told

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

my jeans. “You need to be wet. Throbbing. Filled with desire. It enhances the flavor. I want you to bring

Seriously?!

fucking luck,

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that when

to the 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

accelerated heartbeat.

You

sound like

the sudden movement. “No, no. You have to share,” he breathes, shoving

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

cats the same way again. He’s ruined their

heart.

the blood from

and mu hand

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floor. I heave, but nothing comes out, and it doesn’t

frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying

my knees apart, digging into them with his painful nails, and I tense

He’s sniffing. Hard.

like wolf,” he growls, digging his fingers into 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 I arrived at

Westwood.

one.” Shit. My mouth is definitely

want

no matter what all those stupid true

yelp in pain as my body scrapes across

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reaching as far as they can and scraping down my

so much worse than I thought it would be,

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