Captured

by Lauren Biel

“Welcome to hell, Ophelia.”

“I don’t want to save you. The moment I fucked you, you became mine. I own you. Your body is mine to use whenever and however I want. Why the hell would I want to let you go? I’m nowhere near done with you.”

O, but I’ll be back for you.”

Now I wanted to attach Ophelia to this chain. Make her sleep in bed with me.

Maybe she’d even find some comfort in my presence the way I found comfort in my mother’s presence.

Maybe she’d fall...

even if she did, it would...

Love had never been enough within...

I choked, and his come shot out of my nose and burned my sinuses.

“Next time I get the urge to please you, fucking let me or I’ll drown you in my come,” he whispered.

“There’s a mayo jar on the bottom shelf. Bring it over here.”

I knew where Gunnir was going with this, and I didn’t like it.

“Get on your knees,”

I kicked out her knees and she fell to the ground, still gripping the jar.

“Open the jar and hold it between your tits.”

With a heavy groan, he came, squirting his load into the jar. Her throat clenched and bobbed.

“Put that back in the fridge and get started on the dishes while the men eat,”

I was living in the burning flames of hell’s playground, and I was the devil’s toy. The worst part? I’d grown to like being around him.

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

“I’m not protecting you. I’m owning you. I’m keeping you from him because I don’t want anyone else touching you. I want to be the only one inside you. You can’t like me, Ophelia. If he thinks you like me, he’ll kill you. If he thinks I like you, he’ll kill me. No matter what, you have to be disgusted by me. You have to hate me around him.”

“You have to hate me anyway.”

no telling how he would react if he knew I was falling for her.

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.

“Maybe it’s not burning you, Alex, but I’m on fire.” He rested his chin on my chest. “I can’t give you heaven, but I can make hell feel good sometimes.” “That sounds like a devil’s bargain.”

I didn’t expect him to clamber to his feet and rush to comfort me.

He was one half of the two-part golden shower I received.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he...

He was a demon fighting the hold of the devil, steering his flames in other directions. He couldn’t save me. No matter how hard he tried, the devil still found ways to set me alight.

“He touches me in ways no father should. At first I thought he was too drunk to realize I wasn’t my mother, but I later realized he was just sick.”

“How old were you when it started?”

“I can’t remember a time when it wasn...

“You’re shaking up everything I’ve ever known. Tearing apart decades of

conditioning. It’s fucking terrifying. Feeling things is worse than feeling nothing at all.”

I’m not any less of a Bruggar because I don’t need them to hate me when I fuck them. It feels better when they don’t.”

“Pussy,” Gunnir snarled. “The Man would be rolling in his grave if he heard you talk like that.”

“That may be true, but our mother would be proud, and the devil’s disappointment doesn’t mean nearly ...

As his thumb stroked the skull, his other hand stroked his hardening dick. With his eyes on mine, he brought the skull to his crotch and pushed into the right eye socket with a deep groan.

“Do you know who this was?”

“It’s our mother.”

my heart shattered in my chest, breaking into shards like the lamp Gunnir had destroyed.

He destroyed everything.

I raised the shotgun, trying to focus my blurred vision into a clear image. I knew what I had to do, a...

It was for me. It was for my mother. It was...

I had to set Ophelia free and ensure no one would ever hurt her again. I had to destroy the last monster. Me.

He’d said I wasn’t ruined, and while that admission brought me so much joy, what he hadn’t said gave me something I needed even more: hope.

There was another monster besides me in Ophelia’s life, and I needed to take care of that if I wanted to keep her safe.

“What’s the matter?”

“I’ve done some pretty shitty things to you, and you didn’t react that violently. I didn’t understand just how bad it was, but I think I’m beginning to.”