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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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

leaning down 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 bite back a shriek, but my body refuses to

just a little

taste? He fucking bit me. Is he going to eat me or rape

which is

The

I try to ignore it, to think of other things.

But I can’t.

rubbing on my skin, twisting my nipples

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Tomated in

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

“I don’t know—”

he’s trying to be sweet, because his hands no longer twist and yank at my breasts but flick and fiddle. The

pulls back with another growl, glowering down at me. “I told you not to ruin my meal.”

understand.” What the fuck is he even saying? How can I ruin his meal? I am his meal.

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

Seriously?!

luck, buddy.

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only do that when I’m

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

accelerated heartbeat.

damn it. You can

sound like they’re coming from under water.

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

ever going to look at cats the same way again. He’s ruined

heart.

blood from my mouth,

nounds and throhs and mu hand cuima na

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heave, but nothing comes

them when he’s frustrated, unfazed when I kick at him, trying to hinder his progress.

them with his painful nails,

He’s sniffing. Hard.

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

Westwood.

one.” Shit. My mouth is definitely going to

want to

this fucking creep, either, no matter what all those stupid true crime podcasts

me toward him and I yelp in pain as my body

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warning, reaching as far as they can and scraping

so much worse than I thought it would

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