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She knows I want this.

I wish she had never returned.

My thighs tremble and my body aches with the coil snapping of pleasure, biting my lip until I feel the taste of my own blood. Coppery and salty on my tongue. She watches in sheer fascination, before suddenly leaning down and catching a trickle of blood in her own mouth.

“So sweet and pure. Too bad we’re going to corrupt you,” she says on a hard plunge.

I cry out, moaning, tears leaking down my face, with the different emotions raging like war within me. I’m nearing the edge, but she slaps my clit hard, all the while thrusting inside me.

The smile she wears is cruel, and I instantly know what she’s going to do.

She was always socruel.

Bringing me close to the edge, she suddenly pulls back, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more. Chest heaving. Mascara ruined under my eyes, and sweat coating my forehead in beads. I whimper, hating myself for even missing her touch.God, I should want to flee far away from her.

I want to fucking flee, but I’m still trapped in her orbit. Both physically and metaphorically.

She leans closer, her breath tickling my sensitive part, leaking from my own arousal. Then, she licks her lips before diving right in. Licking and sucking, taking me to the fucking pearly gates. Just as I near the edge once more, every muscle in my body coiling with the need for a release, making me light-headed, she stops.

Her chuckle is like ice erupting over my body.

“Cruelty is a game you can’t win. And you? You’ve been fucking cruel to us. Now, it’s our time to get our revenge.”

I’m suddenly brought back to reality, my senses coming back. That’s when the fear cripples back in, like a boa snake squeezing their victim to death.

How could I have let my defenses slip?

But that’s the thing; I’ve always done that around her. Both of them.

They slipped through my defenses as a child, bringing with them their abnormal attitudes and becoming my only friends. They stayed rooted in my soul, like thorns creeping up the walls of a house, winding into my bloodstream as I got old enough. And then they pounced. And I loved every second of it. Craved it. Felt safe in their arms.

Until they did the unthinkable.

Until they ruined my life.

“I’m going to give you a head start,” she purrs, her voice causing goosebumps to spread across my skin like a velvet threat. “If you manage to escape, you’re free. But if we catch you…we’ll keep you. Forever.”

Her words are haunting—a promise and the lure of freedom.

But I know, whatever is about to come, they will never let me go.

Not even if death came knocking on their door.

Chapter 12

SCARS OF SHADOWS

Isolde

Darkness slithers into mysoul until I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t anymore. Fear is a palpable thing twisting inside my veins, like fire that only grows until it’s inextinguishable.

Soon, it will claim my heart, and I will fall apart.

Right in the house of the two devils that have haunted me for an eternity.

Endless halls stretch before me, the ceilings higher than anyone could reach, with chandeliers hanging from them in a move of utter elegance. Vintage, medieval, gothic—those words describe this endless castle that’s been in their family for centuries.

They might have lost their parents and been thrown into the foster system at an early age, and then been adopted by my family, but they never once lost their right to this place.

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