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Speaking of Demons
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Cuffed Halloween Nightmares (part one)
MylaTravis keeps bugging me for a picture of me so he can show his friend his "dad's girlfriend."I guess they don't believe him that his father finally found someone, so I give in and let him snap a selfie of the two of us as we stand in the foyer, right in the entryway to his house. Deacon is taking care of some things, and getting everything ready for our little trip away; just the two of us. I'm excited, although shocked that he actually asked me to go with him. He hasn't told me where we're going just yet, he said the suspense is the best part. For him maybe, but for me, the fucking suspense is killing me. He's been a little off the last couple of days and way more aggressive than usual, but every time I ask him if he's okay he tells me yeah, and that he doesn't want to talk about himself. It bums me the fuck out but I don't let it get to me that much; I try not to anyway."How are things going with my dad, Myla?" He asks out of the blue as he puts all his papers together and cl
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-07-15Cuffed Halloween Nightmares (part two)
DeaconMy cock is screaming at me and throbbing so fucking hard at the fact that I just fucking told Myla what I do in my spare time, and it turned her the fuck on. I throw her on the bed, and there's nothing fucking gentle about it either. She lands and bounces on the mattress, looking up at me through her long, dark lashes as she bites her bottom fucking lip in nervous desire. She watches me rip my fucking clothes off without even blinking."Are you sure you don't wanna run the fuck away yet, Myla?"I pick up my knife on the nightstand and fling it open, revealing the shiny, sharp blade as I put it to her fucking stomach, slowly sliding it up under her damn shirt. I watch as she swallows hard and fucking slow, keeping her eyes on my fucking knife instead of on me like they were. "What are you doing with that, Deac?"I press the cold blade to her skin, watching as goosebumps prick it and she shivers. Her nipples poke through her fucking shirt, hig
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-07-15Cuffed Take Me Away
~Myla~The silence on the ride to our weekend getaway killed me, so I ended up taking a damn nap with blank dreams. Deacon never spoke a word about the "job" he had to handle at the nightclub, and I never asked, even though it was the only thing on my mind until I fell asleep. I know he's mad and beside himself about the fact that I know his secret, but honestly, it was fucking inevitable, really.He probably thinks I look at him differently too, and to be honest, I do. Not in a bad way, though, but yeah it terrifies me a little bit, knowing I'm in love and fücking a murderer, but there's a part of me that knows he'd never hurt me. Then again, there's a part of me that thinks what if one day I become his next "job" and what if he does end up having to kill me, or decides to kill me because I know too much?I'd like to think that the part of me that thinks that is wrong, but you really never know until it's too late.I feel a nudge on my shoulder and a little shake, so I try to sit up
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-07-16Cuffed Dangerous Desires
MylaOn our second day at the cabin, Deacon brings me over to the field of sunflowers that brighten up the sky, standing as tall as I am. His mood has shifted, his angry persona has molded into sweetness, and his smile is finally back. We didn't talk about the events that took place on Halloween, we sort of just forgot about them even though the murder is still in the front of my mind. He asked me not to pry, so I chose not to ask him, trying to abide by his wishes so we can have a good weekend. He walks over to me from the back of the cabin, carrying a gun in each of his hands. The deadly smirk on his face sends chills throughout my body and heat rushing between my thighs. Clenching them doesn't rid the pleasurable ache that's there, but if I'm being honest, I haven't been able to get rid of said ache since I first laid eyes on Deacon. I watch his stride and keep my eyes fixated on his, standing still as I wait for him to get closer to me. When he approaches me, stopping about a foo
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-07-25Cuffed Too Close For Comfort
~Deacon~I finger the picture, running the pad of my thumb over Myla's face, trying to get my breathing under control and the anxious fear gripping me to ease up. He was in the fucking shower with her. How could I not have fucking known he was here? A piercing scream rips through my eardrums, freezing me into place. Another scream sounds loudly from the bedroom, and I drop the picture to the floor of the cabin, taking off like a fucking bat out of hell to make sure that Myla is alright. I bust through the fucking door so hard it rips off the hinges, but I can fix that shit later. My heart races but calms slightly when I spot Myla standing on the bed, still wrapped in her towel, fearful of something on the floor. At least she's okay, though, and Mr. Nobody didn't take her. I walk around the side of the bed to see a giant snake coiled up, his head pointing at Myla with his fangs showing in anger."Careful, Deacon! It's a snake!""But you're okay, right?" "Yeah, just petrified."I smile
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-07-28Cuffed Good Intentions
~Deacon~"Hey old man. Good to have you home." Travis greets me the second I walk downstairs from my fucking bedroom, his little girlfriend Nova sleeping quietly on my fucking couch. I don't even have a chance to register what's fucking happening before he's giving me a fucking look like he's up to no good. When the fuck did they get back? And how fucking long was I asleep for? The clock on the wall, ticking loudly and annoyingly, reads well past three am. I shake my head, my plan of killing Tristan tonight going straight out the fucking window. More annoying is the fuckin little girl on my couch and my son in my face, when his fuckin ass should be asleep right now. Shit, I wasn't even supposed to pick him up till tomorrow. I brush past him and stumble into the kitchen to get a drink, trying to quench my fucking thirst and wet my dry mouth. "What are you doing home, Trav?I shield my eyes from the bright light of the fridge when I swing it open, snatching an ice-cold bottle of water
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-07-31Cuffed Demons and Secrets
~Deacon~Finally pulling up to the secret spot where I've decided to keep Tristan, I let the smile stay curled on my lips as I cut the engine off and pop the trunk button. I slip a cigarette between my lips and light it as I make the short walk to the back of my fucking car, anxious as fuck to get this bastard out and inside so the fucking fun can begin. I puff hard and blow the cloud of smoke into thin air, watching it evaporate into the black sky that hangs above me. I open the trunk and grin harder. I take my cigarette and press it to the skin on his cheek, leaving polka-dot burns along his jawline, just because I fucking want to. I take the empty syringe I used to inject him with and pull the cap off with my teeth. His eyes water and widen but he still can't move. Feeling the evil seep from my fucking pores, I pry his mouth open and pull out his tongue, jabbing the long, sharp needle through the center of it, making sure it goes right through. And then I do it again. and again. and
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-08-05Cuffed repercussions
~Deacon~I snuck out of the fucking house before anyone woke up this morning. I needed to get a "workout" before I actually went to fucking work. If I went in this tense I wouldn't have been able to fucking focus. I fucked Myla before I left, who was half asleep when I took her by her side. She still came, even through the little snores that spilled from her nose. As much as I hate to fucking admit it, I'm still super fucking tense even after pouring my load into Myla. Only one thing will fix this now. I try to push the shocking news that Travis confessed last night to the back of my mind so I can focus on the task at hand.Surprisingly enough, the thoughts fade away with ease. Probably because of the fucking bastard sitting in front of me, and knowing that I can unleash all this fucking rage I have onto him. He looks a fucking hot ass mess from the mild torture I put his ass through last night when I dropped him off here. He's about to fucking look a hell of a lot worse too. I yank t
Dernière mise à jour : 2023-08-05
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Cuffed Epilogue
~Deacon~In the hospital, a million things keep running through my mind, and Carter is the only one who can answer them. His ass is snoring in the chair near the window, so to get his attention, I take the water pitcher with ice-cold water in it, and chuck it his way, wanting to get this shit off my mind so I can rest for a while. I know it's not gonna come easy even with my questions answered, but something needs to happen, and soon. With my perfect fucking aim, it hits him right in the head, making him bolt up and look frantically around, water dripping all down his head, soaking the shit out of him. "What the fuck was that for, Deac?""Wake up, man. I have some things I can't figure out yet.""Like what?"He growls, tired as fuck and apparently mad that this shit couldn't wait."How did you know it was Luca behind all this shit?""I didn't at first, but the tail I told you about, I recognized it as one of his buddies, so when I managed to lose him, I got on his ass and followed him
Cuffed Completing the Puzzle
~Deacon~Suddenly everything comes rushing back to me, and everything that I was confused about begins to make sense. The phone call yesterday when he called me soldier makes more sense than ever... Now, as I stand here and stare at the man behind Myla, holding a knife to her throat, I grit my teeth and ball my fists, shocked beyond all belief that I trusted this man and let him into my fücking life. This is how he fucking repays me? He fucks my ex-wife and tortures my goddamn life?"I knew there was something about you that I didn't like…""Surprised to see me here, Devil?""So it's been you this whole fucking time? Or has it been the fucking cunt that's got a gun pointed at her own son's head?""Dad, this is my mom?"Travis squeaks in a shaky voice, trying to hold in his tears and stay as strong as he can, but I know it's hard. He's got Street blood running in his veins so I know he's got this. He just needs to believe in himself. We share a look and I speak to my son with my eyes,
Cuffed The Puzzle Pieces
~Myla~Still in disbelief that Travis and Nova want Deacon and me to adopt their baby, I sit here on his lap and stare at the young couple with my mouth open, my heart racing, and my palms sweaty as Deacon tries to hold my hands as tight as he can. Having a child has always been a dream of mine, but a dream I always thought would never happen because of what Tristan did to me those many years ago. The fire poker he used did more damage than I thought, ruining my life and body in more ways than one. I don't know if Deacon knows that I can't have kids, but I know that talk has to happen soon, especially if we're going to be talking about possibly adopting Travis and Nova's baby, which is a huge deal. What worries me the most, and it has nothing to do with the baby, is the fact that this Mr. Nobody guy is still after Deacon and his torment is only getting worse, which is making Deacon even more enraged and paranoid, I'd even go as far as to say scary to be around. "How do you guys feel
Cuffed Baby Talk
~Deacon~It feels like we've been on the fucking run for a while. And it feels like I've kidnapped a whole bunch of fucking people and am holding them all,, hostage as you see in the movies, or like something I'd deal with at fücking work. But this isn't a fucking job, this is my goddamn life and it's a fucking mess all because of one evil mother fucker who I can't wait to find. If Mr. Nobody thought what I did to Tristan was bad, just wait until he sees what I have planned for his ass. It ain't pretty. I couldn't stand sitting bitch anymore, so once we passed all the cops speeding to the commander's house, I had Carter pull over so I could drive, which eased some of the panic and anxiety ripping through my muscles but there was still a fire burning through my veins that won't ever seem to fucking quit. It's like I was born with the devil's blood inside of me, born to hurt- born to feel pain no matter what. And I've been fine with it for all these years. But now I just want it to fuck
Cuffed Saving Annie
| ~Sunday- 0 days left. It's the deadline!~ |~Deacon~I wasn't able to sleep all fucking night, but given what today is, I wasn't expecting to. After last night, getting into that fight with Carter, we went back to his house and talked about shit, even though I still don't know if I can fully trust him, I had to let him in on my plan if I'm gonna try and pull this shit off without Annie getting hurt. He still doesn't know where my safe house is, though, and he won't fucking know either. Nobody will ever know where that is. I keep looking at him, grinning at every mark on his face, his split, swollen lips, both black eyes, the bruises around his throat from when I choked him, and all the other brutal, noticeable marks I left all over him, great reminders of how badly I fucked him up for fucking with my boy and betraying me in the worst way possible. With Myla, Travis, and Nova there now, Carter and I are at my house, fully aware that Mr. Nobody is keeping watch on the outside. I can f
Cuffed Betrayed By Everyone
|~Saturday- 1 day until the deadline~|~Deacon~Feeling betrayed by Mr. Nobody is a fucking understatement to say the fucking least. Walking into the safe house and finding Tristan practically dead on the floor with my fucking knife sticking out of his neck was a punch to the fucking dick for sure. He was mine to torture and mine to kill but he took that shit away from me just like he's done everything else. He couldn't let me have it. I don't know why I was expecting anything different, though. I should have expected him to pull a dirt move. Hearing Tristan gurgle those words that I was dreading, the fact that Myla can't have kids, just made things even worse. The fact that I couldn't inflict the amount of torture and pain on him that I wanted to, left a gaping wound inside of me that will never be fucking healed. I'll never be able to move on from that now that he's fucking dead. I'll never be able to fucking come clean to Myla about what I fucking did. I know I need to tell her but
Cuffed A Punch to the Ovaries
| ~Friday, two days until the deadline~ |~Myla~"Are you sure you're okay, little one?""Deacon, I promise you, I'm fine."He still hovers over me with his eyes filled with worry and his brow furrowed. He looks so cute. I reach up and graze his scratchy cheek before I cup it, holding on as I pull his head down so his lips meet mine, and then I kiss him as if my life depends on it. I use my hand with the IV in it to run through his short, soft, salt-and-pepper hair, making his whole body jerk when I rake my nails across his scalp. God, I've missed him so much. "Thank God you woke up. I've been out of my fucking mind, Myla. I thought I'd lost you for good." "You can't get rid of me that easily. Besides, I love you and I told you before I'm gonna fight for you, that includes fighting for this relationship."I can see the internal struggle he's dealing with in his eyes, the torture swirling inside them is extremely evident. But I know he won't tell me what's wrong, especially since I j
Cuffed The Devil's Son
TravisI never thought I'd be in this predicament. You know, the one where I'm still in high school with a pregnant girlfriend who still has two years until she graduates. I know my father is upset with me and to be honest, I can't blame him at all. It's not like Nova and I were careless about it, though. We used protection. My dad always has condoms in his room and I steal them all the time. It's not my fault that one broke or just didn't work. I'm not sure what happened. I just know we used one. And yet Nova is fucking pregnant.I wish her being pregnant with my baby was the only thing worrying me right now. But it's not. The fact that Myla is still in a coma and hasn't woken up yet is bothering me more than anything else. My dad's been even more distant and hardly ever home. When he is, he doesn't want to talk about anything. He misses her and is lost without her. I've never seen him like this. Not even when mom left. Myla has impacted all of us and her absence is affecting us grea
Cuffed To Kill or Not To Kill
~Deacon~After spending the entire night with Myla at the hospital and having no fucking change in her condition, with a heavy heart I leave her room as dawn threatens to rise. I haven't given Mr. Nobody's request much thought since I left work, there's too much other shït on my fucking mind. I know there are only a few days until the weekend when I'm supposed to have the job completed, but Myla being in the fucking hospital trumps everything. Although, one mother fucker keeps taunting me. Leaving the hospital, I get into my car and speed off, trying to get to the safe house before the sun fully rises. The sky is still dark but light peaks through the horizon as the sun begins to slowly wake up. Myla loves sunrises, so of course watching this one as I drive down the street brings all kinds of feelings along with it. I try to ignore them, though. I light a cigarette and roll all the windows down, with not even the sound of the radio on in the background. Just. Silence. It's hard not to
