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126 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 26, 2020
“I am known as Wolfgang. It’s German, though my parents are not from there and neither am I.”
I have to ask. . .WHY then? Why was his name Wolfgang if he's not even German 😭✨
Spit on them? Scream? Knife them anyway? He was staring at her bobbing tits where they showed above the pool surface, with the stirred water sloshing over them. Fuck them hard, without remorse? Get vengeance on them some other way?
“There will be a price to pay.”
“What price?” Dread tingled through her. He didn’t mean to cut her up?
“Pleasure in exchange for freedom.”
With his foot, he casually flipped her onto her back and stood on the chain beside her neck, as if victorious. Triumphant. She let him think it was so because she found she liked playing the victim with him.
“Release me, please. I will come back to you.”
“I can’t! You’re right. I am addicted to you. This is all so wrong.” His voice dropped in tone, became a ragged whisper. “How can I keep you when I’m fucking myself to death?” He laughed. “Stupid."
They had also found new fetishes. How rich was Wolfgang? The right-hand wall, which she’d not at first noticed, was hung with whips and black leather masks, black-and-red harnesses, and other things she was certain were not meant for horses.
🚨 S P O I L E R S - A H E A D 🚨
“Your Merrick survived also. This is how I knew what to do to make you one of us. The more prolonged and intense the lovemaking, the greater the love, the surer the result. We two are now three.”
“Sometimes…” Wolfgang lifted her hand and pretended to count her fingers, pressing each one upward, stroking them. “I think you may be more human than I am.”



An eternity seemed to have passed since she’d truly conversed with a man. Loneliness had whittled away at her soul.
“Tell me,” she said to distract herself. “What did you do that was so wrong?”
“I cannot say. I will not. But it was terrible. I lost sight of my humanity. Not sure I ever had any.”
She shook her head in disbelief.
“Sometimes…” Wolfgang lifted her hand and pretended to count her fingers, pressing each one upward, stroking them. “I think you may be more human than I am.”


