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- Bound in Sacrifice
- Sorrow's Queen
- The Lords of Sutherland
- Release Me
- Brassy Bigwig
For eighteen years, I've been weighed down by an emptiness that consumes me. One that cannot be filled with jewels or fancy dresses, nor with the warm touch of another. I’ve grown, but I don’t feel like I’ve lived a single day. I’m constantly surrounded by people, and yet I feel completely alone. With each day that passes, my yearning to escape the confines of my gilded prison grows, but I’m too afraid to brave the outside world.
Until I learn of my brothers.
My twelve brothers.
My flesh and blood, who were sentenced to death on the day I was born.
The emptiness I’ve felt is nothing compared to the hardship they’ve endured because of their forced absence. I need to know them; to care for them; to love them. When I find them, I want nothing more than to begin our new life together.
I didn’t anticipate their hatred toward me.
I was naïve to think they wouldn’t resent me.
I certainly never expected their punishing touch to permeate my body and soul…
…and leave me begging for more.
CONTENT WARNINGS
ABANDONMENT, ASSAULT, DEATH, DUBIOUS CONSENT, INCEST, MURDER, PROFANITY, RAPE, SEXUAL ABUSE, SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SCENES, VIOLENCE
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Benji steps closer to me and gently takes my chin in his hand. Leaning down, he places a tender kiss to my lips. His tongue skates across my bottom lip, slipping into my mouth and taunting me.
My brain is screaming at me that this is wrong, to push him away and run far, far from this place.
My heart is breaking, knowing his life was stolen from him.
The inferno is raging. I don’t know whether I am more turned on, or angry for what he’s been through.
I allow myself to kiss him back. I surrender myself to him, knowing it will never be enough, but it’s all I have to give.
A second later, he breaks the kiss and stares at me with a look of confusion. My eyes follow his back and forth as they travel between mine. He’s trying to make sense of why this captive little girl is giving herself so freely.
It’s my penance.
READ MOREMaybe if I keep telling myself the same lie, over and over again, I’ll start to believe it. Believe that I’m doing it because I feel like I have no other choice and not because I can’t seem to stop myself.
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