Pounded in the Patch

by Dana LeeAnn

A literary masterpiece? No, baby. This is a spooky fucking ride.

For those who want their pumpkin spice with a side of being absolutely ruined by a masked man

Someone took me. Someone actually took me and tied me up like I'm some kind of animal.

My mind. My body. They’re all I have left. Can I fuck my way out of this? Or can I outsmart him?

This is it. Whatever happens next, this is where it starts, but it doesn’t have to be where it ends.

My night monster. My obsession. My beautiful, brilliant addiction that I've spent endless time and money to possess.

She's mine. She's always been mine, from the moment I first saw her. Tonight I'm just going to make it official.

"Welcome to your nightmare," I whisper against her ear. "I hope you're ready to play."

"And when I catch you—not if, but when—I'm going to have my fun with you."

I want him. I want this dangerous, mysterious masked man to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he says, his voice deepening. "Right here, against these jack-o'-lanterns, with the fog swirling around us and the moon watching from above."

This is about forever. This is about her never leaving me.

She's going to be mine. She has to be mine. Because I've already decided she's never leaving me.

"You're a queen, night monster," he murmurs, stepping closer. "My queen. And it's time you understood that."

He's going to eat me alive. And I'm going to let him.

"Because I can't live without you. Because you're everything I've ever wanted and everything I never knew I needed."

"I promise to love your darkness as much as your light, your wildness as much as your tenderness, your secrets as much as your truths."