Captured

by Lauren Biel

I breathed a deep sigh of temporary relief as the other victim took the predator from between my legs and welcomed him between hers.

“I don’t do what I do because I’m a saint. I do it because I’m a demon disguised as one.”

We were heading for the deep end without a life preserver. No one was there to save us, and we were too caught up in each other to save ourselves.

I was fighting to keep her out of my heart, but she was clawing her way inside as a reflection of me stared through the fucking cracks she’d created.

Somehow, she’d found freedom within captivity, but I found mine within her.