AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Fuck, yes.” The man groans, wrapping an arm around my back before I have time to escape. With the other, he reaches down, gently wrapping around my hand still attached to the hilt of the blade in his thigh. Tightening his grip, he guides my wrist to the right, twisting the steel blade farther into his flesh.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, his eye rolling to the back of his head as blood gushes from the wound. “Just like that.”
I’m going to be sick. My vision tunnels as I try to pull my hand from the knife, wishing I had never stabbed him in the first place. Trapped in his powerful hold, I can do nothing but watch in horror as he pulls the blade from his leg, raises it up to his mouth, and runs his tongue along the steel. He grins down at me, seeming to enjoy the look of utter horror in my eyes. Lowering his arm from my back, he reaches up and grips my forearm, his hold painfully tight as he pries my fingers from the hilt with the other.
The dagger clatters to the floor, lying in the pool of blood beginning to form around the man’s right boot. He yanks me toward him, causing me to crash face-first into his broad chest as he wraps his arm around the small of my back, caging me in once more.
He grips my chin in a bloodied hand, forcing my head up at the same time that he swipes his thumb over my lip, and my eyes go wide with shock at the sensation of that warm, sticky red. Before I realize what’s happening, he crashes his mouth down onto mine. Though I should be revolted, it fills my belly with a strange kind of warmth, a twisted desire.
Instinctually, I kiss him back, letting out a little moan as he fists his fingers at the back of my hair. His lips are demanding, and my mouth fills with the taste of copper as his tongue swirls with mine, but it only fuels the fire.
“You’re so sweet, little flower,” he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.” His voice is like a bucket of icy-cold water poured down my back, and it snaps me back to my senses. Using his distraction to my advantage, I bring my foot down hard on the top of his arch and duck out from under his arm.
He curses as I race toward the front door, his steps ringing out close behind as he chases me. I manage to undo the lock before he grabs me from behind, ripping me away from my last chance at freedom. He hoists my body over his shoulder as easily as you would a sack of flour. I kick, scream, bite, claw, and scratch, but it doesn’t faze the behemoth of a man beneath me.
“I told you this would happen,” he growls, sounding regretful as he rams his fist into my temple. Then everything goes black.
A low groan tumbles from my lips as I wake, the intense pain in my head muddling my thoughts. Disoriented, I open my eyes and try to sit up, only to have my forehead smack into something hard a few feet above me.
“Fuck.” I hiss, squinting my eyes against the searing pain as I lie back down. I try to bring a hand up to my forehead to rub the afflicted area but freeze at the sound of chains clanking. My eyes widen as I look down, noticing my hands and ankles are shackled to a set of bars on either side of me. As far as I can tell, I’m naked, save for the thick strap wrapped around my neck. I have no way to defend myself. No way to get out of here.
As I look around at the cage in the dusk, the past few hours come crashing back to me, and I pitch my head to the side in a dry heave. It’s hard to breathe past the strap wrapped around my neck, and in a few minutes, I’m on the brink of passing out again. Dark spots line my vision the longer I hyperventilate, and I know I have to calm down before I go out again. The only way to get out of this is to remain calm. If I lose consciousness at any point, I’m dead for sure.
A triangle of golden light appears under the door as it creaks open, and I have to bite my lip to stop the scream that wants to rip from my throat. A metallic taste fills my mouth, but I barely feel the sting past the panic clouding my mind.
I have to stay still. If he thinks I’m asleep, he might leave.
His footsteps ring out like gunshots as he stalks slowly into the room. He stops at the bars by my feet, and at this point, my heart beats so hard I’m sure he can hear it. The soles of his thick leather boots are caked in mud and some other wine-colored substance. I recognize it immediately as dried blood.
My heart stops as a low chuckle makes its way to my ears, freezing the blood in my veins.
“Are you awake, flower?”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
KAIN
Her breathing is rapid and hushed, the sound of it reminding me fondly of the snow-white bunny rabbit I owned when I was little. It, too, was one of my prized possessions, but it was taken from me too soon. Like everything else.
This time, it’ll be different. You’ll make sure she’s safe, that no one can lay their dirty fucking fingers on her. She’ll be safe. Safe, safe, safe, safe…
This time, I let the voice fill my head with nonsense, finding a sick sense of comfort in its ramblings.
“Lillith?” I coo, bending down to peer into the cage installed beneath my bed. Her perfect toned legs are spread out in a straddle, the skin on her ankles raw and angry from the steel cuffs holding her in place. The sight makes me fucking hard, and I let out a low moan as my cock surges against its confines. A little whimper pours from her mouth, sending goose bumps crawling across my skin.
She’s so adorable when she’s scared.
I palm the thick silver lock hanging on the cage door and spin the numbers, unable to help the grin that makes its way onto my face as it pops open. Six. One. Ninety-eight.
The digits of her birthday. You sick, sick, sick twisted fuck. Devious, cruel monster.
I pull the barred door open, and her little gasp makes its way to my ears. It takes everything in me not to drag her out and take her right here, right now.
Instead, I stalk over to the top of the bed and unlock the straps holding her wrists in place, then her ankles. As soon as the last lock springs open, she rolls onto her belly and wriggles out through the open cage door. She crawls toward the door on her hands and knees, clearly too desperate to think straight. I can’t help but laugh as I grip the back of her collar and haul her to her feet. Her skin glints tantalizing in the moonlight streaming through the open window, and my mouth floods with saliva. I want to fucking taste her again.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re frightened,” I purr, hauling her backward into my chest. Wrapping my arm around her throat to keep her in place, I reach my other hand up and cup her breast, grinning at the rapid pulse that greets me.
“You’re sick,” she spits, bringing her bare foot down on the top of my boot. With a groan, I pick her off the ground and toss her effortlessly onto the mattress. She lands with a soft thud, letting out another whimper at the starved look in my eye.
