“Let me go, Lamar. Please.” He smirked. “Not until I’ve tasted you.” He glanced above them, then, up at the headboard. “Ah, I almost forgot.” Holding me still with his legs, he withdrew his phone from his pocket and set up something on the screen. Then he reached above him to where a mount was s
Asher “Asher. Asher, breathe.” I tried to focus on the voice. It belonged to one of Cynthia’s friends. Which one? Aimee. Yes, Aimee. I had wanted to follow Cynthia when she had gone off with Lamar. I had tried, but then my chest flared with sharp pain like it had split open. The stretch of the
As I watched, the apparition of Asher shifted into full wolf form. I had never done a projection like that before. I shouldn’t have been able to – Wait. That wasn’t an apparition. That was actually Asher! With a deadly growl, he jumped forward and tackled Lamar clean off of me. Lamar rolled ac
“Asher!” He stopped. I pointed just above the headboard, where Lamar’s phone still recorded video. Asher looked where I was pointing, and his entire body tensed impossibly further. He was a mountain of muscle, with no give. He continued holding me gently, however. “I don’t want to leave that
Asher made the call. He found himself new clothes. Since my pants were ruined beyond repair, he loaned me a pair of sweatpants. Then he held me in his arms until a knock sounded on the door. After several minutes, policemen came into the room. They asked me questions, like what happened, and when,
Had they done the DNA testing on it yet? Have they tracked down my name? My location? My face? I leaned into Asher. He stepped closer to me. I needed him close now, not just because he helped me feel safe. Without him, I was in danger of conjuring apparitions of him to fill the space of my longi
Lamar loomed over me. His hands and knees held me down, but I struggled. I’d never stop struggling. “That’s it, baby,” Lamar said. “Let me teach you what real pleasure is.” This wasn’t pleasure. This was a violation. If he cared about me at all, if he respected me, he would stop at my first sign
Asher and I, hand in hand, walked into the police station. After identifying ourselves at the front desk, we waited in the lobby while Lamar was being taken into a holding cell to speak with us. Once he was there, a policeman escorted us to meet him. Lamar looked small in his beige prison attire,