I couldn’t wait until the four of us were living here full-time.
Settled here.
Settled with each other.
Once we got Win back—and we fucking would—it would be our life together always.
Forevermore.
5
~Winter~
I awoke to a slapping sound.
And grunting.
Groaning… maybe.
What was happening?
I struggled to open my eyes. They were so heavy with an awful grogginess that just wouldn’t go away. It kept making me drift in and out for ages. I didn’t even know how long. Just like the entire time I’d been here.
Because of theNihilumbratorture that Ruxnoth was subjecting me to without reprieve.
Except sleep.
Sleep was a reprieve.
From all of it.
The pain.
The ice-like stabbing sensation.
The fear.
The rage.
And worst of all… the grief.
I jolted then, as a flicker of sickeningly familiar power touched me.
His. That monster’s.
And I hated that it helped me, roused me, enabled me to open my eyes without so much strain.
I looked around to see that I was still bound against a wall by the awful glowing white binds, my bare feet trapped in that gooey substance as had become the norm. I wasn’t naked this time, but I also wasn’t comfortably clothed either. I was just wearing a pair of navy boxer briefs.
And I wasn’t in the same room anymore.
The towering arches and fancy drapes framing the alcoves were the same, the decadent gold and midnight-blue everywhere, the polished floors, all that overdone opulence… but there were notable differences to the room I’d woken up in before.
This one was more spacious. There was no sunken pool. The seating area was much larger. There was a dining table with one high-backed blue chair encrusted with rubies and diamonds just like the rectangular table itself.
As I was in the process of scanning everything, much slower than I would have liked, because even though the grogginess had been eased, my brain was still struggling a little—while I was being physically fucking tortured—voices reached me.
“Deeper. Deeper, Sire. Please. More.”
