She stiffens, her breath catching. Her eyes blaze, wet and furious. But she doesn’t speak.
I smile. Silence is the permission I wanted.
“The world doesn’t deserve you,” I rasp, the hook tracing across her stomach, leaving a shallow line of red in its wake. “They’d see the shine in you and snuff it out, same way they tried before. Same way you let them. But me?” My lips brush her throat, biting until she whimpers. “I build cages because I know how easily beauty dies in open air.”
Her body shudders beneath me, not just from fear. She hates that part most—the twitch of her hips when I bite the truth into her.
I drag the hook higher, circling her nipple until it hardens under the cold steel. “You think this room is a prison. But it’s the only place where you’re safe. Where every breath belongs to me. Where I can keep you alive by destroying you.”
Her tears spill hot, streaking down her temples. “Safe,” she chokes, her voice ragged, broken. “You call this safe?”
I grin, sharp, savage, pressing the hook flat against her chest where her heart beats frantic under her skin.
“You’re still breathing, aren’t you?”
Her silence answers me. The way her cunt clenches around my cock answers louder.
I lean down, my forehead pressing hard to hers, my voice a guttural vow. “The cage isn’t to trap you. It’s to keep the world from taking what’s mine. And until you understand that, you’ll bleed in here until the word forever feels like home.”
Her silence dares me. Her eyes, wet and burning, scream that she still thinks there’s something out there for her.
So I remind her.
“The world never wanted you,” I snarl, pressing the hook harder against her chest, feeling the thud of her frantic heartbeat under steel. “Don’t you remember? They left you in the dark when you begged for light. They took everything that should have been yours and laughed while you scraped for scraps.”
She shakes her head, tears slipping faster, but I don’t stop. My hips grind into hers, each thrust punctuating every word.
“They didn’t save you.” My teeth catch her throat, biting until she gasps. “They didn’t hold you.” A savage thrust, cock slamming deeper, making her body buck against mine. “They didn’t bleed for you.” I drag my tongue over her bruised skin, tasting her pulse. “I did.”
Her sob rips free, raw, broken. Her wrists twist under my grip, but I slam them harder into the sheets, pinning her there like scripture.
“You think freedom would’ve saved you?” I laugh, guttural, cruel. “Freedom would’ve left you rotting in the gutter, forgotten, discarded. But me?” I slam into her again, deeper, relentless. “I chained you. I branded you. I made sure no one could take you away. Not even yourself.”
Her hips jerk, unwilling, traitorous, grinding back against me. Her cunt squeezes around my cock like it knows the truth she refuses to speak.
I press my forehead to hers, eyes locked, my voice a vow and a verdict. “The world failed you, little fairy. I won’t. That’s why you’ll never leave this room. Because the only place you’ve ever been alive is here—under me, bleeding for me, loving me even when you choke on the word.”
Her scream is muffled by my mouth crashing down on hers, swallowing the sound, devouring the defiance.
When she finally breaks beneath me again, body writhing, eyes wild, silence shattering into sobs—I know I’ve won.
Not because she’s caged.
Because she’s safer here than anywhere else.
Her sobs break against my mouth, hot and furious, but I don’t let her pull away. I drink them down, swallowing her pain like wine, grinding deeper until she shakes beneath me.
When I finally tear my lips from hers, I keep my hook pressed to her chest, my cock still buried inside her, my breath ragged against her ear.
“The cage isn’t just walls, little fairy,” I rasp, voice hoarse, guttural. “It’s a vow.”
Her breath hitches, her body trembling under mine, but she doesn’t speak.
I press the hook harder, just enough to sting, just enough to make her gasp. “Every time you bleed in here, it’s proof. Every scream is another nail in the promise. And the promise is this?—”
I lean closer, lips grazing her ear, whispering the words like scripture.
“You’ll never leave me. Not alive. Not whole. Not even in death. This cage is your grave, and your temple, and your home. Forever.”
