Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 628(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 419(@300wpm)
Holy shit.
My skin was a brown sheet of bloodied letters.
C A I
He placed the scalpel next to the I. “Are you sure you want to see this?”
Slowly, I nodded.
“Don’t move, when I do it.”
Gulping in some sense of calm, I braced myself.
He moved the scalpel’s tip slowly and deliberately along my skin. I felt a pinprick and then a small, cold sensation. With dread, I watched it all. Under the scalpel’s sharpened point, my skin split open as easily as if someone were pulling down a zipper. Blood trickled out. I was repulsed, horrified, and intrigued all at the same time.
It was an odd experience as I watched him finish cutting the letter N into my skin. It was like watching myself outside of my body. I felt far away. A passive observer.
When he finished, he leaned back and grunted as if more turned on than ever before. “Now do you understand?”
I trembled and looked down at those bloody letters. The more blood trickled from them, the more I swore they were coming alive.
I’m not going to be okay after this.
Feeling weak, I shut my eyes in defeat. Still, those bloody letters floated in my head. I saw them within the darkness of my closed eye lids. They spun and flowed as if I was looking through a kaleidoscope.
Cain’s deep voice vibrated through me. “Do you understand, Phoenix?”
I do. I really do.
I trembled.
I’m going to have to kill you.
That would be the only escape. There was no amount of running that would stop Cain from getting to me. If I’d gone to another state, he would have hunted and tracked me. If I’d gone to another country, he would have found me there too.
There was nowhere to run on this entire planet.
Nowhere to hide.
Cain would always find me.
Murder was a terrifying thought. I’d only done it once. The victim had been my abusive ex-boyfriend, Chris. While I had no regrets, that moment shattered me forever. I’d lost a piece of myself—and I was certain that one piece had been particularly important. Due to that, I’d never been the same.
Movement happened on the bed.
I opened my eyes.
“Now for the fun part.” Cain went back to my nipples.
No. Don’t make me feel good after you hurt me.
He returned to sucking on my nipple.
Oh.
I shouldn’t have, but I watched him please me in utter lusty desperation.
I hate that you make me feel so good.
He toyed with the other nipple. More uncontrollable sensations ripped through me.
I moaned under the duct tape.
Then, he gathered some of the blood spilling out of the new scarred letters.
Inhaling the air, he gazed at his hand. The red liquid dripped from his fingers. A dark groan left him.
He rubbed his hands together, getting blood on the other hand. The whole time he watched with a deranged fascination. “So beautiful.”
He raised his hands in front of his face and smelled them. “I shouldn’t. . .I really. . .shouldn’t. . .but. . .”
Horrified, I gaped at him.
Shouldn’t what?
Cain stuck his big, long tongue out of his mouth and licked one finger.
O-kay. . .
The groan that left him this time was louder and made me tremble.
He put his bloody hands back to my shoulder, gathering more of my blood. Next, he grabbed my breasts, smearing my blood on them.
Groaning, Cain lowered and lapped blood off my nipples. Shivers of lust overtook me.
With no control, I moaned under the duct tape.
“You’re a goddess.” He left my now blood-smeared nipples and slipped down to my pajama shorts. “I’m going to worship you forever.”
Part of me hadn’t wanted him to stop playing with my breasts. The other part was relieved.
Then, he rose and went to his knife bag.
Oh no. What now?
He pulled out a large knife.
You already wrote your name on me! What more do you need to do?
Once again, I tried to speak against the duct tape, hoping that he would take it off and let me talk to him.
Cain brought the knife over to my pajama shorts. “The first night after you ran away. . .”
He grabbed the edge of my shorts and lifted it. Next, he placed the knife under one side and began slicing and ripping the material away.
I sighed in relief.
Fine. Cut the pajamas, but please don’t cut me.
When the shorts were nothing but strips of blue satin, he tossed them to the side.
Cool air brushed over my pussy.
He gazed at it, making me get wetter. “The whole night, I lay in bed, tossing, turning, and saying your name over and over in my head.”
A twinge of guilt hit me. I pushed it away.
“Over and over and fucking over I said your name in my head. A few times I screamed it loud in the chapel.” Cain looked up at me. “Did you hear me calling you?”
I shook my head.
He slipped the tip of the knife along the mound of my pussy. “I feel like our souls will begin to merge. That’s how special we are. That’s how magical this is.”