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“Fuck you,” I spit out, trying to contain the fucking shivering in my body.

I honestly couldn’t tell her the answer—the truth is far too complicated.

“Oh, darling. I’m about to,” her smile is razor-sharp, and it’s at that moment I see what she’s been hiding behind her back.

A strap.

A fucking strap-on.

“Do you want me in your mouth or sweet cunt?”

I scoff. “Neither.”

Without forewarning, something prods my lips, causing them to involuntarily open. I can’t see what it is because of the dim light, but when the flames flicker, it reveals the object.

A gasp escapes me, and she seizes the moment to push a fucking dildo into my mouth, silencing any protests.

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you,” she smirks.

I’m forced to take the dildo, sliding against my tongue and soon hitting my throat. All the while, she teases my sensitive nub with her fingers, pinching it until I can’t resist the light cry.

I don’t have a moment to even recover before she pinches it again, then rubs lightly, gliding lower.

My back arches, even when I desperately try to get it to not do that. The dildo slides out of my mouth, slides in again to hit the back of my throat, saliva drooling out of the corners of my mouth.

Tears sting my eyes, hoping she won’t see them because of the darkness. I can’t take this—this relentless pain in my chest, the overwhelming sensations she’s causing me.

When I gag and am forced to cough, she finally pulls it out of my mouth, only to trail it against the lines of my lips, coating them in my saliva.

I try to squirm away, my arms hurting behind my back—I’m lying on my back, with my hands pushed against the floor in the most uncomfortable position ever.

This feels like a fever dream. One that I will awaken from, safe and sound in my own bed.

The dildo disappears, and I heave out a breath of relief. That’s until I hear the sound of something shifting, fabric rustling, along with the flames roaring behind me. This castle is eerie in the night, even more so now with her by my side.

My eyes are like two saucers when I watch her expression in the flickering light—that twisted smile, mischievous eyes roving over me.

My gaze lowers until I’m staring at the fucking strap on around her waist, and she gives a good show.

Leaning down, she unties the restraints and pushes my thighs apart. Careless.

She always was that; never once careful or soft. Always demanding, dominating, and cunning.

And once upon a time, I loved that. Perhaps I still do.

“You’re going to take me like the good girl you are,” she says, positioning the dildo against my wet heat.

I’m pulsing with the need to have her, and yet I want to get free. There’s a raging war inside my fragile mind.

I can’t fall down this trap again. I’m no longer Alice; vulnerable, falling down the rabbit hole out of pure curiosity.

I cry out when she pushes inside me, entering me in brutal, slowed motions that make my spine arch.

“No!” I protest, swallowing the cries that want to escape.

“No?” she imitates in mock amusement. “Then why are you soaked for me?”

Just at that moment, she pushes so far into me, my eyes roll back, hitting that sensitive spot inside me. Her fingers find my clit again, rubbing in precise strokes, making my stomach tighten with pleasure.

Shame coils tight inside me, knowing I shouldn’t give in to this.

Whatever sorcery this is.

Keeping me pinned beneath her, it’s as if she can read my complicated thoughts.

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 so cruel .

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.