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"I'm what you need."
"Don't tell me what I need," but there was definitely a raw tone to his usually-somber voice. His expression a little exposed, his body a little tensed.
"But I know," I tried to put authority into my voice. "You don't need some submissive little bitch, to kneel at your feet and beg for your cock. You need someone with fire."
"Have you not noticed my apparent obsession with water?"
I grinned and after a few long, painful, moments, he gave me a thin smile back. Progress. I could keep this man.
"I'll never let my fire go out."
"You let it go out in the dungeon," his smile vanished. "You became just another of Kyle's little sluts." I clenched a fist and fought down harsh words.
"I was planning to escape."
"I suppose that's why you begged to stay with me?" a cocked eyebrow and I bit down more harsh words. And then decided, fuck it.
"Maybe if you didn't spend your life trying to break anyone who dared to look you in the eye, I wouldn't feel the need to fucking pretend to be someone I'm not!"
I saw the light go back in his eyes. I saw his posture relax and a smile, an actual smile appeared on his face. My heart blossomed as I felt my body fill with adrenaline, because I knew that look as well. It was the you're-about-to-be-beat-to-a-pulp look, and God had I missed it. He stepped aside and gestured into his home. I almost didn't want to go in. I almost wanted to bolt and I think he saw that, and suddenly I realized that I had lost my choice the instant he had opened the door.
"Run if you want," he practically purred. "See how far that gets you." He glanced over his lawn. "I would bet fifty feet, maximum. Want to test it, little storm?" Heat, fear, adrenaline... something close to affection... it all chased each other through my body, that core of heat blossoming between my legs, almost releasing just by the look in his eyes.
I tossed my hair, turned my back, and raised an eyebrow at him. "I bet a hundred." His answering grin was shark-like.
"Welcome home, Cataegis."
And I leapt into the night, with no intention of ever letting a hundred feet separate us again.
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- COMMENTS
Anonymous7 months agoSo he tortured her for not letting his friends gang rape her and he's somehow a good man lmao
EGRI7 months agoI agree with a number of comments disliking the ending of this story. I actually felt my dissatisfaction growing as Jay showed less and less redeeming values and the plot became less and less believable. The scene with Jay's acolytes, and her beating followed by more abuse, branding, the caging then Kataegis'. sale placed Jay at the same level as Kyle and his organization. The walk away from her current master only to fall victim immediately to another enslaver was like, really??? I know you left it vague what sort of relationship she was returning to but in any type of relationship with Jay was hard to fathom.
Anonymous7 months agoCataegis with a C is a type of sea snail/slug
Kataegis with a K is the Geek word meaning thunderstorm
Anonymous7 months agoSorry, but this just kept getting worse, and worse the more I read. First there is the grammatical issues. I'm not a big stickler on small spelling errors, but hate when I have to reread sentences, or even whole paragraphs to imagine what was actually intended. It really disrupts the flow and ruins the reading experience altogether when there is a combination of words that are missing, misplaced, out of order, or just completely wrong word choice to begin with. I'll never understand why a writer would go to all the time and effort of writing a novella, or book, just to trash it with incomprehensible errors. What a waste of talent and creativity, especially here where every one knows they are graded through the star system and critiqued in the comments. If an author doesn't care enough about their own work then why should anyone else? All that said, I found the story itself rather unbelievable with a thoroughly depressing ending. Our main female character has maintained her defiance and fighting inner spirit after years of attempted conditioning as a sexual slave through torture and deprivation, only to fall in love with a master who treats her even worse? Why? Because he was handsome? Great body? Rich? Some nebulous "It Factor"? Stockholm syndrome can't explain it because of her established resistance. It just didn't make any sense. He displayed zero care or concern for her other than to patch up wounds he himself inflicted if she wasn't adequately compliant. Even that only came off as selfishly not wanting to break her physically until he could completely break her mentally, and when that was thoroughly achieved she held no more appeal or value to him. He also gave zero concern about displaying and passing her around to his psychotic sycophant friends for equally abusive treatment. Only stopping one of them from actually " tearing her apart", again...not because he cared for her, but that she was HIS toy to break the way that satisfied HIM. Opportunities to explore anything explaining or attempting to redeem his behavior was glossed over by vague references from his hero worshipping friends. Being a sadistic bastard isn't excused or admirable just because deep down he wished he were a better man. and it was pretty well displayed that he was not! I enjoy a good HEA, but never assume or expect one from this genre, and in stories like these, downright resent the implication when not enough effort went into it to garner one. I would have been far more impressed with a simple evil wins, or even more satisfied with a great justice wins with a great revenge scenario. How about she drugs and locks the whole damn lot of them into the barred dungeon and sets off to hunt down her kidnapping traffickers. I'll bet Jay gets knocked off his hero pedestal pretty quick when he starts looking like a turkey dinner with a bunch of depraved starving psychos!
