Gathering the Monster

I’d seen that when he’d been taking Bethanie up in his chamber.

Forcing her to rend herself on his hardness.

And enjoying it. I cringed at the memory. Squinting my eyes closed and reminding myself that it’d never be me. I’ll never be that weak.

I’ll never give in to him.

He flattened his fingers back and let the slight callouses of his palms rub along my skin as he slid them back down my arms and over my back. Down the sway and to the plumpness of my curved hips and then abruptly gripping around the front of them.

Making me gasp and jump. But I held the rings. Knowing this was a test to see if I failed to obey.

An excuse to brutalize me further.

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He lifted me by my hips. Pulling me up and out until my feet no longer touched the ground and all my weight was hanging from those loops and braced in his hands.

How is he this strong?

He angled me upward and then brought me back against his fierce branch. Piercing into me so sharply I shrieked. My fingers clutching the loops and