Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Another one?
Someone else is down there?
Another guard unlocks and opens the door, and the man carrying me stomps down the stairs into pitch-black darkness.
“Please, not in here. Anywhere but here,” I beg, feeling like the darkness around me is swallowing me whole. The door at the top of the stairs with all the light is farther and farther away, and then we turn a corner.
In the room is a giant cell with thick iron bars capable of holding a human. A beast.
In it is a single toilet without a cover, a sink, a crevice that can be used as a bed, and a drain.
The worst kind of prison I’ve ever seen.
The guard puts me down and holds my wrists with one hand while opening the cell with a key. “Be a good fucking girl, and don’t make this harder on yourself than it already is. Cooperate,” the guard growls.
“I’m not going to be your willing victim,” I tell him.
He shoves me into the cell hard enough to make me fall, and I can’t catch myself with my hands, so I fall face-first into the hard concrete. I cry out in pain, hissing from the scratches on my cheek while the guard behind me locks the door to the cell, sealing me inside.
“Keep it up, and maybe you won’t need to be willing at all,” he taunts.
I don’t even want to know what that entails. If it’s a bluff or an actual threat.
“Maybe the boss will keep you here forever,” the guard jests, lowering his head to meet my gaze. “As a pet.”
My pupils dilate, and I shake my head.
“Please, no—”
“Don’t beg me. Beg him,” he says, pointing at a corner in the cell. “You’ll be his toy now.”
Toy?
His?
As the guard backs away and walks back up the stairs, my entire body begins to quake. Because all I can do is stare at the corner … and the smoldering green eyes looming in the darkness. A beast … waiting to swallow me whole.
CHAPTER 6
Beast
When our eyes connect, I instantly know …
I want to keep her.
I step forward, but that single move makes her crawl back until she hits the wall.
Still scared, even more than before.
I pause and watch her from my corner, tilting my head for a better view.
The door at the top of the stairs is closed, and what light remains filters through a tiny hole underneath the door, barely enough to illuminate even a speck of dust.
But I see her.
In the darkness, I come alive.
My eyes have grown used to the shadows that inhabit this cell. The scents. The sounds.
And I definitely smell and hear her.
Lemon zest with a hint of honey. A perfume that wafts through the air every time she so much as flinches because of one little look.
But I won’t stop looking.
Her soft breaths are like music to my ears, and I close my eyes so I can enjoy it more, the sound making me groan with delight.
Oh, I can’t fucking wait to hear more.
I lick my lips and approach her slowly. She’s cowering in the corner, desperately trying to get away, but there is no escaping this hell of mine I call home. This cell is where she belongs now. And maybe what that guard said was true.
Maybe she is a toy for me.
A plaything sent by my owner.
A gift to make up for his violence and to make me more compliant.
A wretched smile forms on my lips at the thought of making her mine. Of touching her, using her body, making her yield until she whimpers like before.
My cock tents in my pants, but I will it down as I inch closer. All she does is stare up at me with wide eyes, like a deer caught in headlights. And I can’t help but kneel in front of her and lean in to touch her face. There’s a red mark from her fall when the guard pushed her, and the mere sight of this blemish on my pretty toy makes me want to rip off his limbs and eat them while he watches.
But the guard is gone now, and we are all who remain.
I’m so close, I can almost taste her, my heart beating faster and faster. I can think of nothing else but to touch her, and I don’t understand why. Why there’s this need growing inside me.
My hand slides down her face, and she shudders in place as I grip her chin. She turns her head, but it won’t stop me from inching even closer and reveling in her scent right at the base of her neck. She smells so nice, and it makes me want to bury my nose in her hair and lick the salty droplets of sweat off her skin.
Suddenly, a hand rises out of nowhere to slap me, but I grip her wrist just in time. She glances at me through the corner of her eye, her body shaking underneath mine as I tower over her.