LOGIN“Can I leave now?”“No.” I slid out from under the car and shot him a glare. “You don’t have work. You don’t have anywhere to be so stay quiet, put more food into your system and stop trying to run away,”Wolf made a face, but he didn’t complain anymore. The other mechanics around us held back a laugh. When I returned back with Slink, I found them waiting in front of the house, telling me that I had work to do (while they knelt afterwards and begged me to come back when I said no). Unlike the rest of the compound, they hadn’t asked a single question. Nothing about what had happened that night. Or why my Father hit Decker. Nothing personal. And for the last two days ever since my little journey into the town with Slink, it had been calming. But I hadn't seen Decker either. I wiped the grease off my hands with a rag, watching Wolf pick up the burger I’d gotten for him. I walked up to him, ruffling his hair a bit. We hadn’t talked about the… incident, but he had gotten a cold and h
CW: Body Horror. Graphic Violence. Religious Trauma. Psychosis. Sexual Violence. Childhood Abuse. ——— The meat was cooked perfectly. Rare. Blood pooled around the edges of the plate, and I watched it with the same appreciation I always had for the color red. I especially liked the red that Remy Calloway wore. “No! Please! Please! I won’t— I won’t try to run away anymore! I’ll be good! I’ll change! Please— ah!” I looked up from my food, his eyes staring at the woman behind the show glass in front of me. The men and women around me continued their sex, the smell of drugs and sweat filling the air. Not a single person was by my side. The meat in my mouth was slightly too chewy, but the mix of blood and other spices were as soothing as anything else. I picked up the wine by my side and took a gulp before setting it back down. “Stop.” Even though I spoke quietly, they all stopped. The woman on the other end of the glass had her dark hair plastered to her face with sw
Remy Calloway had buried herself so deep into my veins that I could no longer tell how I had survived this long without her. “I couldn't believe that you actually slept off,” She was changing into the new clothes I had brought— because something in me knew that this would happen. That she’d rip or get her clothes dirty— or I would. I stared at the marks on her skin. I didn’t know what came over me. I hated the fact she was covering them. “Do you feel alright?”“Not really,” She made a face. A smirk. “But you’ve cleaned me up, fed me, massaged my thighs and feet. Do anything else and I wouldn’t want to leave,”I swallowed, trying my hardest to control myself. I’d done it for years. And all of a sudden, it felt like each moment I was away from her, I was slowly suffocating. “Mhm.”She stared at me. “Are you alright?”No. Longer. My head was hurting being this far away from you. I’d finally experienced silence, as if every moment in time had culminated in this feeling. This… excessive
He kissed me hard. His tongue sucked and slid against mine feverishly, his grip on my thigh tightening like he was trying to dig himself into my skin. And then he was fucking me. Fast. My head was spiraling, my thoughts focusing on the heat of his tongue, on how desperate he was fucking me into the chair, his cock angling with every thrust so fucking deep I was sure I would die. Then he pulled away.Our saliva trailed between our lips as I shook, tears already streaming out of my eyes. The pleasure of it all was too much. It felt like I was being overstimulated— and the fact that he kept staring at me like I could see my very soul was making everything feel too fucking real. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to wrap my hand around his neck and feel him throb harder inside me. “I love your pussy so fucking much. I love how you cream all over my cock. I love how tight you are. I love how you fucking take me like you were built for me.”But you’re fucking me like you’re trying to sn
He was joking…Wasn’t he?But he wasn’t. He stood in front of me, his hands behind his back, his eyes unexpressive. I laughed. “You’re funny. Look at you. Decker Kane. Asking me to do that. Doesn’t that make you feel pathetic? Fighting me all this time and now, you can’t be without me for a couple of minutes?”“Two minutes, forty five seconds.”He said it calmly. Too calmly. Why was he always so fucking calm? The only sign that he was holding back was his eyes. The way they stared at me as if he couldn’t wait. My slick was practically staining my jean as the laugh died in my throat. Still, I tried not to let it show as I unzipped it down, my eyes staying on him. “I’m gonna bring this up every time we have an argument. The Reaper King kidnapped a poor, defenseless girl just so she could touch herself in front of him,”He didn’t respond. Heat flooded through my body as I stood and pulled down my jeans. I thought of running, just to see if he’d chase— but my clit was throbbing as har
When I slowly started to wake up, the first thing I could smell was the dust. It was overwhelming, covering every inch of the place. The place was barely lit, a warehouse— from the expanse of it. And I was tied to a chair with tape over my mouth. Anger bubbled up my chest. Fuck, how did I lose attention to my surroundings so quickly? Who the fuck would want me kidnapped in the first place?And who knew I was that alleyway except—Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The rope around my chest was tight. No matter how I tried to push or move around, it stayed tight. I couldn’t even fathom who it was… maybe it was Vincent. Maybe Slick told him what I’d seen and—Shoes on concrete pulled me back to reality. Focus, Remy. When he’s close enough, slam your forehead into— Decker?He came into my eyeview. His grey eyes looked stormy almost, his voice quiet, “I tried to tell myself that this was unreasonable, but I know deep down it isn’t. For one, you’re probably upset about Samantha and I this morning so yo
“You could have used the car we sent you.” Margot’s voice was cold as she pressed a card into the elevator. It opened. We walked in. “Or worn the… outfits we sent.” I smiled as I entered, my hand wrapped tightly around Chrissy’s. “What’s wrong with what we’re wearing?” I knew what she wanted to
“Are you… Are you sure this is okay?” Chrissy sounded unsure as she looked at her reflection. I smiled, resting my hands on her shoulder. “And why shouldn’t it be?”She didn’t respond. Her hands moved over her face in shock, her mouth slightly open. I personally couldn’t believe what I had done a
“Why were you talking to him?” I was sitting in Wolf’s car— which wasn’t really Wolf’s car. The actual owner didn’t want to see me, which was fine. I didn’t care. I fucking couldn’t honestly. Wolf chuckled quietly. “He said I couldn’t leave until you woke up, which I was fine with. Plus, it wouldn
“How’s she?”“She’s fine.”“How are you?”“Fine.”Cole Calloway sighed and placed his pen down. “Which one of them is a lie, Decker? I don’t have all day.”My jaw clenched. I looked at the man I thought trusted me as much as I trusted me. The one man whose face tormented me more than anything in th







