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Degrading me.

I lose count of how many. Lose track of where one ends and the next begins. Their voices blur together—growls, snarls, words half-human, half-beast, a cacophony of hunger and possession.

“You did so good,” Ghost rasps when it’s all over, his fingers swirling inside my pussy, the squelch of cum loud in the aftermath. “You look so perfect like this. Covered in them. Full of them. Dripping.”

He slowly withdraws his hand, then I feel his fingers smearing cum over my lips, sticky and warm. I lick instinctively, the taste musky and thick and addictive.

I’m a mess. A wreck. Exhausted beyond belief.

And I’ve never felt more alive.

As the darkness swallows me again, one thought lingers—I want more.

19. Bunny

When my eyes flutter open, the light stabs straight through my skull. It’s quite dim, actually, but still makes me squint. My body screams in protest as I try to move. Everything hurts.

Focus, Bunny.

There’s a window right in front of me. Gross. Smudged, like someone smeared grease and dirt all over it and called it a day. Some kind of tarp flaps halfway over it. It barely filters the sun, just makes everything look worse—yellow, hazy, dirty.

I slowly sit up and look around.

I’m in a cabin. I think. Bare log walls and a ceiling that looks like it might cave in if I breathe too hard. It stinks like decay and mildew. Like the place gave up being livable half a century ago.

But the worst part—the part that punches all the air out of my lungs—is the metal. The distinct smell of rusty iron bars.

I’m inside a cage.

No. God, please, no.

I freeze. Don’t move. Don’t breathe. My heartbeat is in my throat. I feel like if I even twitch too fast, everything I’m trying tokeep in will come screaming out of me. Vomit. Panic. Hysteria. All of it.

There’s an old mattress under me, stained with stuff I really don’t want to think about. The floorboards underneath are rotted and soft, like they might break under pressure. Just like me. And a bucket sits in the corner as if it’s supposed to be some kind of toilet.Cute.

What the fuck happened?

I squeeze my eyes shut. Try to rewind the last twenty-four hours. Bits and pieces flash. Blood. Screaming. Running. Kendra—

Kendra.

My chest caves in. She’s dead. I know it. I saw it. Her guts spilled all over the forest floor.

I gag.

Dev. Nate. They weren’t… they weren’t them anymore. Their eyes. Their bodies. Wrong. Just wrong. Twisting and shifting and growling. Like monsters from a nightmare I didn’t wake up from.

And Ghost…

“Good morning, sunshine.”

That voice.

I flinch so hard my shoulder slams into the bars. The metal rattles like a taunt. And despite everything, my stomach still does that fluttery bullshit thing it always does when I hear him speak.

Fuck you, hormones. Read the room.

I look down at myself. Naked. But of course I am.

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