Page 59 of Breaking Sanity

“Fuck,” I groan spinning around to face the pitch-black cell. I get a glimpse of his arm as he slinks into the light.

Holy Mother of God!

Can I lick him?!

OH MY GOD NO!!!

Baron is shirtless with a Greek god physique. He looks like he was chiselled out of marble. There is light brown hair that dusts his chest and torso, but the hair gets a shade darker under his belly button and disappears below his waistband. The more he steps closer the more I get to see. The black Under Armor basketball shorts strain against his muscular thighs, then stop mid knee to show toned calves. To finish the look, of course the bastard is barefoot.

To avoid drooling over him more, I run my eyes to his left arm to get the full view of his tattoo. The wires from each of the masks lead to being tied around each finger of a hand, imitating a puppet master. The screaming faces within the smoke become more visible the closer they get to the hand, completing the sleeve. It’s so detailed and intricate that it’s hard to look away. He stops a few inches in front of me, smiling displaying perfectly white teeth and two very defined canines.

My breathing is teetering dangerously to hyperventilating, as I take him in. He is a specimen of deadly beauty. His presence mixed with his physique has meclenching my thighs to calm the ache radiating through my pussy.

Seriously?! You’re horny now??

Don’t judge Ember! This is a whole kink fantasy with a Greek God!

So.. Hades?

Both of you please shut the fuck up!

“Again,” he sinisterly laughs, backing up into the dark again. He is straight out of a fucking horror movie that I personally don’t want to be a part of. Instead of doing what I am told, I stay glued to the door.

“No,” I shout trying to spot his dark form, but nothing.

“My playground, my rules. You have until the count of three to run. If you don’t move after three, you forfeit and a new game will begin.”

“What new game?”

“Odin..”

“Baron!”

“Dva..”

“Oh, fuck this!” I slam the little window shut making it completely dark and dart towards where I think the back corner is.

“Tri,” his whispered word echoes in my head before my surroundings go silent.

Once I get in the corner, I slap my hand over my mouth and try to control my breathing. The screech of the little door window opening causes me to jump. When I look at it, he is nowhere to be seen. I go to move along the wall when I run into his chest, knocking me to my ass. I go to kick but just end up kicking air.

Where the fuck did he go?

I don’t want to play anymore!

“Boo,” He whispers, from above me before his presence disappears again. As I get to my feet dusting myself off, the window slowly shuts. The sound is like nails on a chalkboard.

“Fuck,” I whisper. I wrap my arms around myself rubbing them trying to stay warm.

“Try Again,” Baron boasts. I do but he is so quick. In no time I am again in his hold. He strips me of my shorts then I am knocked to the ground while he darts back into the darkness.

“Asshole,” I yell.

“Do you give up?” The smile in his voice is palpable.

“Never.”

“Your fight is admirable but pointless and only delaying the inevitable.”