Pressure builds, surging through my veins, hunting for freedom. A vile voice slithers against the underside of my skin, singing to me from the ugly depths of my scorched soul …
Break it ...
I’m dragged up the stairs, head bouncing against the sharp steps, but the strikes of pain have nothing on the bulging weight inside my skull as all my ugly tries to spill.
Vanth drops my foot and fists the front of my shirt, lugging me up until I’m seated on the railing—the vast ocean stretched behind me like a hollow throat waiting to gulp.
“Scream,” he snarls.
All I can smell is rum and wrath. All I can see is Vanth’s hollow eyes, his moonlit features ripped with rage.
Warmth dribbles from my nose.
My ears.
I wrap my legs around his waist while gouging his shirt and skin with clawed fingers, clambering for traction with my one responsive arm. He flings the bottle overboard, then uses the same cold hand to grip my throat.
He pulls me so close our noses crush together. “It’ll come in those final moments. You’ll beg me to put an arrow through your heart, but I won’t.” He drags his lips along my cheek and plants them on my ear. “I’ll just stand there and watch themchew.”
He shoves.
The fabric of his shirt slips through my fingers as I plunge, spinning, hand reaching. I snag the lower rung of the railing, and my body whips against the side of the ship, knocking a strangled scream from my lungs.
There’s scuffing, yelling, fleshy thuds that sound too far away. My sweat-slicked fingers yield a little more with each tight breath.
There’s a loud splash from somewhere beneath me, and panic fires up my throat.
“H-Help …”
My desperate sounds are too soft.
Too brittle.
My fingers give up one by one until the entire weight of my body hangs off two remaining digits …
I slip.
My wrist is snatched in a hold firm enough to snap bone, though my stomach continues to dive as I’m reeled skyward to the blare of frantic voices. I’m hauled over the balustrade, pulled against a warm chest, and cradled like a child.
“I’ve got you.”
Captain’s rusty voice offers me a sense of ease.
“You’re safe.”
Safe.
That word hurts more than everything else. Reminds me of home—a different sort of safe that felt impenetrable …
Darkness tugs me under.
Moaning, she whips her head to the side, dashing a burst of black hair across the equally inky sheets, exposing the side of her petite face—her skin so pale it’s almost translucent. Eyes closed, her pretty pink lips spill sharp moans, filling the poky room that’s dense with the smell of sex, sweat, and spirits.
Her gossamer shift is bunched around her waist, the globes of her thick ass spread in my kneading hands, her cunt so silky smooth my balls tighten with every deep thrust.
“You like that, pretty girl?” I grind between tight breaths. “You like the way I fuck you?”
“Yes …” The word rips free with a keening wail, and she wriggles—pulling at the binds keeping her wrists bound behind her back. A string of sweet, garbled pleas tumble out of her painted lips. “Please untie me.I want to come.”
