The fury in his words ignites a spark of rage in me, and my eyes squint, the tension crackling between us. “But little does she know…” His masked face dips lower, the sharp tip of the beak pressing against my lips. “She has no fucking choice. My sister is mine tonight. All. Mine. All. Fucking. Night. And she will be an obedient little slut for me.”
I shake my head once, defiance building in my chest, but he doesn’t want to hear it. Without a word, he withdraws, slipping out of the van. I sit up quickly, my breath hitching as the doors slam behind him, the click of the lock sealing me inside.
Through the tinted window, I watch as he stalks around to the front, his dark silhouette moving through the snowfall. My gaze shifts, and I realize the front of the van is blocked off completely.
A low snarl escapes me, frustration mounting, until the engine roars to life. The van lurches forward, and I steady myself, my eyes darting to the chains and Christmas lights swaying ominously above me.
What the fuck is this?
I yank my dress down over my legs and tug the fabric up to cover my exposed tits, my heart hammering as I scramble to my knees, desperate to see where he’s taking me.
The landscape rushes past until, suddenly, the frozen expanse of a lake comes into view. My heart stutters, cold dread gripping me tight. Memories attack my mind of the Christmas I fell into one. The icy water swallowing me whole, my lungs burning, my frantic struggles to find a way out. I almost fucking drowned that day, saved at the last possible moment. And Rook... he’s never forgiven himself for not being the one to pull me out.
The van jerks to a stop, reversing until the back rests dangerously close to the lake’s edge. I don’t need to ask what he’s fucking doing—I know his game. Asshole. He thinks this will trap me, that fear will keep me confined.
Yeah, we’ll see about that.
The engine cuts off, plunging the van into silence. I rise to my feet, my body hunched beneath the low roof, every muscle coiled as I watch him approach the back doors. My pulse thunders as I see his shadow moving closer, and the second he swings the doors open, I lunge forward with a scream, slamming into him with all my weight.
He grunts as his boots skid on the ice, the momentum sending him crashing backward with a hard thud. I land on top of him, the ice beneath us cracking dangerously.
I laugh breathlessly, excitement and fear mixing as I prepare to crawl off him, but his hands clamp down on my waist, making me immobile.
“Let me go, asshole!” I thrash against his grip, kicking and twisting, but he’s far too strong as always.
His arms tighten around my back like steel bands, and with a low, dark snicker, he begins to rise, lifting me.
“You ain’t escaping that easily, bunny,” he taunts, his voice laced with wicked amusement.
I go insane, my body fighting as I scream, but he doesn’t give a shit. Without a care, he climbs back into the van and forces me inside with him.
I land on my knees and before I can do anything else, he yanks a chain down from the ceiling. The metal clinks and rattles as my arms are wrenched upward, the freezing links locking around my wrists, suspending me in place.
I’m trapped.
My chest heaves with panicked breaths, but he doesn’t stop there. As if to strip away any last shred of dignity, he grabs the fabric of my dress and, in one brutal motion, rips it from my body. Then grabs Blaise's hairclip and tears it from my scalp, tossing it aside.
I gasp, the shock of the sudden exposure sending a wave of humiliation crashing over me. Naked, I sit there, vulnerable and bound, every inch of me laid bare under his ruthless gaze. His hand suddenly grips my face, his fingers cruelly pinching my cheeks, forcing my lips into a tight line.
“Fucking stop it.” His voice is a low growl, filled with warning and threat. He releases my face with a sharp shove, pushing my head to the side.
I shake my head, trying to move the strands of hair from my eyes. I watch, helpless, as he removes his leather jacket, the material sliding off his shoulders with ease. He’s shirtless now, his tatted skin rippling under the dim light of the van. My chest tightens as my gaze unwillingly traces over his muscular body; my breath lodged in my throat.
I close my thighs as soon as I feel his cum starting to leak out of me and sit back on my knees and he leans back against the cold, metal shell of the van, one knee bent lazily, the other leg stretched out in front of him.
His posture is relaxed, almost as if he’s enjoying the moment, watching me struggle beneath his control. The doors of the van hang wide open, the freezing cold air pouring in and seeps into my bones. I feel my nipples harden, my lips turning an angry shade of blue.
The silence draws out as he stares at me from behind that mask and I stare back.
“What’s with the mask? Why are you doing this?”
He thinks about my question for a moment, then responds calmly.
“Remember when you called me The Plague last time I saw you two years ago, bunny? Said I was nothing but a fucking disease that infects everything I touch—even your soul?” He breathes against the cold air before continuing, “Yeah… I remember too. But now I’m back to finish what I started. Consequences be damned.”
I swallow, feeling my body fall with defeat, that night coming back at me all at once.
My gaze locks onto Ebony, curled up against the headboard, her naked body shaking, her bright blue eyes drowning in fear and tears. The Christmas lights are still bind her wrists, cutting into her pale skin, a cruel misrepresentation of innocence. She’s trapped, helpless. A fragile bird in the jaws of a captor. Me.
