I was sure I was about to end up a crumpled mess of blood and bones, but instead there’s nothing but a soft pillowy expanse to shield me from that twisted fate.
My mind is a jumbled mess of fear and desire. A combination I never thought I could feel. There’s an eeriness that hangs about this place and the people here that make me wonder if there’s something more going on. Something I’m not piecing together.
As if on cue, a door opens, and a small sliver of light illuminates the space I’m in. A heavy shuffling pierces the quiet and I fold in on myself, waiting for whatever it could be to emerge from the shadows.
“Master has gifted us a present. A pretty little present indeed.” A disembodied voice says.
Goosebumps erupt all over my skin at the way the voice stalks closer. Whatever it is, I can’t see it, but it feels like it’s right on top of me. Hot breath tickles my face, smelling of onions. Myraw vocal cords manage to shriek as I swat uselessly at the air to no avail.
Whatever it is grips onto my wrists and wraps a restraint around both, pinning me down before moving to my ankles. I’m stuck here. Spread wide and unable to move.
“Back away from her, Killspree, she’s mine.” The man that shoved me down here enters the space in a blur of speed. His presence exudes a level of attraction I’ve never felt before. He’s alluring and dangerous, making me feel like he could easily murder me while fucking my brains out and not feel an ounce of remorse. I don’t know why that thought turns me on.
I should be frightened by him.
But the way he held me turned me to putty in his large hands, and I wanted to feel them on me again. Even though he pushed me, I’m decidedly unharmed, so there is that.
He’s well dressed. Too well dressed for a place like this. Though, admittedly he’s handsome as all hell with that stark gray streak of hair that sits right over his ear. It makes me want to run my fingers through it.
My muddled mind quickly forgets all the fear pumping through my veins and focuses in on this specimen of a man. He eats up my vision making the expansive room melt away. All I can see is him.
Then, the man that was helping me earlier, steps in behind him and a tendril of anticipation runs through my core. They’re looking at me like I am their prey that they’ve caught and intend to devour.
Licking my lips, I watch as the taller man closes the door, trapping me in here with them. That’s when I look around nervously and note the vaulted ceilings and gothic architecture that makes up the room. It’s haunting and otherworldly. Almost like it’s been transported from another time. The space is eerilyquiet. A stark difference from the rooms above. That was the stuff of nightmares, but down here I feel like I can finally relax.
Belatedly, I realize that what I’ve fallen onto is a bed. Complete with black silk sheets and a multitude of pillows. It’s soft, and welcoming, and the way it caresses my skin is downright sinful. Though, I’m still restrained.
“What do you want to do to me? Are you going to free me?” I ask, sprawled out like a meal before these two imposing specimens.
“We want to stuff your holes so full, little ghoul, you’ll be screaming for us to stop. And I think you’re just fine the way you are. Spread so nicely for us.”
My heart stutters in my chest at that confession.
“I don’t even know your names.”
“Does it matter?”
That question roams the length of my brain as they make it to the edge of the bed.
Suddenly, the man from earlier disappears completely in the blink of an eye and I let out a scream.
“Where the fuck did he go?” I ask pulling at the restraints, only to be met with a smirk from the one that pushed me down here.
“I’m right here.” His voice answers in my right ear. I jump and look to where the noise came from, but there’s nothing.
Oh god, this was a terrible idea to come here. I must be having some sort of mental break down, or this place is equipped with the world’s most convincing special effects to make people see what they want.
True and real terror grips hold of my chest and my heart rate triples from the fright. A ghost of a touch caresses my check, and my hair is tucked gently behind my ear as short stuttering breaths break free of my shaking chest.
“Your fear is delectable, my little ghoul. I can’t wait to swallow those screams of yours.”
Muscles shaking, I see the man appear slowly, as if pieces of him are knitting together before my very eyes.
“What are you?” I ask, bewildered by what my own eyes are seeing.
He turns fully corporeal and grabs my chin before pulling me closer to him, nearly a breath a part before he whispers, “A monster.” His lips close over mine and I find myself pushed back with force and kissing him back.
I should be shoving him off me- trying to break free and getting the hell out of here with a scream on my lips and fear in my heart, but I can’t. All I can do is succumb to the feeling of his mouth on mine. I want more, so much more.
