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Chapter 24: Clash of Shadows
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Mara didn’t sleep that night.Even when the first Watcher finally relented and left her in the locked bedroom again, the tension in her chest wouldn’t let her. The memory of the second one’s fingers grazing her throat, the low challenge in his voice as he mocked the first — it all pulsed through her like a poison.Two men. Both predators. Both dangerous. But not aligned.That was her opening.She couldn’t fight them head-on, not yet. She couldn’t overpower their bodies. But she could work on their minds. And minds, she realized grimly, were often weaker than flesh.By morning, she had her plan.When the first Watcher came to unlock her door, carrying a tray with toast and boiled eggs, Mara was already sitting on the bed, hands folded neatly in her lap, hair brushed smooth.His gaze swept her, assessing. “You’re ready.”“Yes,” she said softly. She lifted her eyes to him — not with defiance, but with just enough hesitation to make her seem small, pliable. “I… I thought about what you sa
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 24: Clash of Shadows
Mara knew something had shifted the moment the cabin grew too quiet.The first Watcher had left her in the bedroom again, locked in, after another hour of “training.” He was methodical this time — no bruises, no overt cruelty, just instructions and corrections until her head felt like it was splitting from the effort of keeping up.She had played her role well: obedient, soft, pliant. But her chest throbbed with rage. Each “yes” that slipped past her lips had been a lie. Each bow of her head had been a rehearsal for the day she would snap it up, fast and hard, and drive something sharp into his throat.That was her plan. Play the soft one. Survive. Then strike.But now the silence outside the locked door wasn’t his usual silence. It wasn’t patient or watchful. It was charged. The air itself felt different, heavier.Something — someone — else was here.The door opened.It wasn’t him.The man who stepped into the room was taller, leaner, dressed in black from collar to boots. His eyes g
Craving Forbidden Pleasures Chapter 23: Training
Mara woke to the smell of coffee.For a moment she thought she was home. The window light was soft, the sheets warm. Her muscles ached like she’d run a marathon, her skin still stung where the belt had struck, but there was no leather strap on her wrist anymore.She sat up slowly. On the chair across from the bed sat a neatly folded pile of clothes — a plain grey dress, soft cotton underwear. Next to it, a tray of food: oatmeal, toast, water.And a note, written in blocky handwriting: Eat. Shower. Dress. Sit on the floor by the window. Wait.Her stomach turned. Not just at the order, but at the fact that she wanted to obey it. Her body was starved and aching; the food looked like salvation. She hated herself for the flicker of relief.She forced herself to stand, her legs trembling. She glanced at the door. Locked. She wasn’t surprised.She showered. Not because he told her to, she told herself, but because she felt dirty. Because she wanted to wash him off her skin. The water ran pi
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The leather strap bit into Mara’s wrist every time she pulled. Her skin was rubbed raw already, her ankle swollen from the river rocks.But it wasn’t the physical pain that hollowed her out. It was the silence.He hadn’t come back for hours. She’d heard the sound of water running once, the creak of floorboards, the faint scrape of something sharp against wood. Then nothing.He was letting her stew. Letting her fear curdle into desperation.The lock clicked.Her head jerked up. He stepped inside, the cut on his forearm now bandaged, his shirt rolled to his elbows. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them, pupils wide, his jaw clenched tight.He closed the door and stood over her, saying nothing.Mara forced her voice to be steady. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”His head tilted. “And you nearly opened my veins by the river. You made your choice, Mara.”Her stomach twisted.He reached into his back pocket and drew out the knife she’d dropped. Her knife. He twirled it once in his
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The morning sun filtered through the cabin’s curtains, painting the room gold.Mara lay rigid in the bed, his arm heavy around her waist, his breath warm against her neck. Her body still throbbed with the echoes of last night, a betrayal she couldn’t scrub away no matter how tightly she clenched her fists in the sheets.He had touched her like she mattered. He had made her tremble, made her cry out, made her come.And that was worse than the first watcher’s cruelty. So much worse.Because she hadn’t wanted it. Not truly. And yet her body had responded like it did.That was his trap. Not chains, not bruises, not screams. But gentleness. Convincing her that she might actually want to stay.Mara closed her eyes. Her decision crystallized with the clarity of ice. She would rather die in the woods than let herself be tamed.Today, she would run.She moved with care, inch by inch, sliding his arm off her waist. His breathing stayed deep, steady. She slipped from the bed, bare feet hitting t
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The plan was simple.She’d rise before dawn. Take the compass from the shelf, slip the knife from the kitchen drawer, and walk into the trees before he even knew she was gone. The mist would cover her tracks. By the time he woke, she’d be miles away.Mara lay in bed rehearsing it over and over, her heart pounding. She could see each movement: the shelf, the knife, the door. The first steps into the woods. Freedom like cold air on her face.She waited for his silhouette to appear on the porch like it had every morning. Waited for the sound of his boots as he moved outside.But the cabin was silent.Too silent.She crept out of bed, bare feet whispering on the wooden floor. The compass glinted on the shelf. The knife waited in the kitchen drawer.She reached for the compass first. Her fingers closed around the cool brass, heart hammering, when a voice came from behind her.“You’re not ready.”She froze.He was in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. Not on the porch. No
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