part0031

F amiliar, sinewy arms are carrying me somewhere, but where, I have no earthly clue.

My body feels weightless and feather light, like I’m floating in space, a space with no purpose or direction. A black void clogs my brain, and all I can hear is his rapid breathing.

A voice talks to me as we travel, and I believe it’s him, the one I fear most. “We always want what we can’t have, isn’t that right, Hannah?”

What do you mean? I want to ask but no words leave my lips.

“I want you, but if it were up to you, I wouldn’t get what’s rightfully mine.”

“Yes, Hannah, rightfully mine.”

His tone makes heat pool down to my core, a stream of want and taboo licking at the flames of my soul.

The wind and his arms keep me steady for endless moments until finally, I’m free, flying through the air and landing on something soft and welcoming.

“I hope you like it, Hannah,” he whispers, the softness dipping to support his weight. “This is where you’ll be spending most of your time, my love.”

A match is lit above me, the aroma of candles burning lulling me into a fitful, nightmarish slumber.

Startling awake, the first thing I realize is that I’m strapped, my arms tied to a bed banister. My legs are blessedly free from constraints, but the fear pulsing through my heart tells me otherwise. That I’m far from free and most likely doomed.

As I glance wildly about my surroundings, I notice I’m fenced in with nothing but darkness. A chandelier hangs above the bed with burning candles, providing light like the stars would in the night sky.

There’s a faint odor of clean sheets and fresh blood. Not the most comforting smell to wake up to, but it’s better than what one would expect in a hostage type situation.

Using all my strength, I test what I think is rope tied around my wrists. Yanking and twisting my arms, I grit my teeth in pure frustration. Whoever tied me up hadn’t been playing around.

A mad cackle halts my escape attempt. “Oh, Hannah, I do love your spirit, love,” the voice mocks but soon reveals itself as Ethan Winchester steps from the shadows in all his gloriously dark beauty.

Dressed entirely in black with half his face covered, he reminds me of the devil come to collect his due.

“What do you want from me?” I ask, meeting his arctic gaze with defiance.

“Now, that’s a silly question, my love,” he answers, creeping ever closer to the bed I’m occupying.

“Is it because I’m a virgin?” I sputter, fear lacing my tone. “Are you…going to kill me?”

He’s now before me, his hands hidden behind his back. “You wound me, Hannah,” he says softly, a deranged light coming into his eyes. “Of course not, my love. Death is too good for our kind, wouldn’t you agree?”

I panic, my throat clogged with fear. “Our kind?”

“Don’t play dumb, my love,” he leans forward, his breath kissing my frozen face. “It doesn’t become you, and besides we don’t have much time, do we?”

The man is deluded, and I’m more confused than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

Ethan laughs, leaning over me. “Let’s just untie your hands, my love. That will put you at ease, I know it will.” He strokes the side of my face while untying my wrists with the other.

“Please,” I beg, starting to feel ill. “Just let me go-”

“I know, I know, you’ll never tell anyone,” he laughs darkly, jerking me by the hair until I’m staring into his monstrous eyes once again. “That’s right, because you’ll never be free of me again.”

I own you ; the three words invade my brain with a dreaded finality.

“You killed Edward Turner and Jared Shaw, didn’t you?” I accuse, hoping to stall whatever is about to happen next.

“Edward, yes,” he agrees indifferently. “I didn’t care for the way he was planning to insert himself into your life.” He laughs at my shocked expression. “Oh yes, he wanted you, just like the rest of them. You’re naive to your own beauty, my love.”

“You’re crazy,” I whisper, my mind racing.

“But that’s not the reason I’m making you mine, you know that, Hannah,” he says my name like an omen, climbing onto the bed.

I shrink back, scooting to the edge of the bed. “Stay away, get back,” I yell, halfway jumping and falling from the bed at the same time.

Only making it two steps forward, I’m wrenched back and onto the bed with a brutal strength. “Ahhh,” I scream in pain, his body quickly hovering above mine with sick determination.

He rips what’s left of my borrowed red dress in half, stripping my pale flesh bare. No one has ever seen me naked, hell, I’ve never even been kissed properly.

Smoothing his hands over my underwear, he pulls them down my legs with care, one moment violent and the next gentle. The man is one scary, giant contradiction.

“Fuck me,” he mutters reverently, gawking at my private parts. “I’ll need to prepare this tight little cunt, won’t I?” He licks his first and middle finger, his breathing suddenly labored.

“Please, don’t, I don’t want to lose my virginity like this,” I implore, trying to appeal to his humanity. “I’m begging you…”

He opens my cherry, examining my hymen. “Go ahead, beg,” he invites softly, licking his lips. “I like it.”

My eyes close because I realize I can’t fight him off, and I know this is it.

I’m exhausted, both mentally and physically, and I vaguely wonder how in the world I ended up here. Wherever here is…

I n and out, his fingers inch further up inside of me, creating an unfamiliar, stinging sensation. It’s like a tension is building, and I’m not sure how to relieve it. There’s a torturous mixture of pleasure and pain. And then suddenly, he removes his fingers, sliding them up until the moisture on his fingertips meets my clit.

Thrashing my head back and forth, I let out a helpless whimper.

It’s almost too much.

“Shhh,” he hushes me, unzipping and yanking down his black leather pants. “This won’t hurt…much.” He smiles coldly, but his eyes are blazing to the tenth shade of hell.

“Listen, maybe this isn’t going to work,” I say wildly, gesturing towards his enormous, throbbing cock.

Ignoring my words he straddles my hips, positioning himself. “We will be together forever, my love,” he whispers against my mouth, claiming my first kiss as he eases his weepy tip into my stretched opening.

I squirm as Ethan glides further inside me, and then quite suddenly back out again. He’s too big, the tight fit threatening my sanity.

Seconds pass by, maybe minutes, and for the first time I notice how alluringly handsome he really is. His nose, although half covered, is strong with a slight hook. His lips are full, surrounded by a chiseled chin and high cheekbones.

And still, the pull is there to take off his mask and caress his scars.