Se connecter[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w
[CONTENT WARNING ACKNOWLEDGMENT] This chapter contains: maternal abuse, psychological manipulation, non-consensual touching (non-sexual but violating), references to trafficking/rape, gaslighting, power play, and dark family dynamics proceeding with execution.[CARLTON'S POV]The water doesn't wash it off.I scrub until my skin turns raw, pink and angry under the scalding spray, but I can still feel him. Tristan's fingerprints branded into my hips. His cum dried in places I didn't know cum could reach. The phantom weight of his body pinning me down.The soap smells like cedar and smoke. His soap because everything in this penthouse is his. Including me.I grab the generic hotel bar from the back of the cabinet instead. Something plain. Something that doesn't smell like tobacco and sex and poor life choices.By the time I step out, my skin is scrubbed almost bloody and I still don't feel clean.The robe I choose is simple: Navy blue, no embroidery, no initials. Not one of Tristan's.
[CARLTON’S POV] Mom.Fuck.I'd forgotten.For a moment, in the haze of humiliation and arousal, I'd actually forgotten that my mother is locked in the basement, chained, helpless., and waiting for judgment.And I'm up here playing degradation Olympics with the man who's going to kill her.The realization crashes over me like ice water.What the fuck am I doing?The knife moves before I fully register the decision.I slash at his abs. The blade parts skin and blood blooms.Tristan grunts but doesn't move back.I slash again. His thigh this time.More blood."Carlton."His leg, deep enough to matter."Bunny."I scramble to my feet. He's bleeding. Three cuts. Not fatal but enough.Enough to make me feel something other than shame.The knife is slick in my hand, piss and cum and blood making it slippery.One more. Just one more and I could—Tristan moves.Fast. Faster than a man his size should be capable of.One second I'm standing. The next my wrist is caught in his grip. Twisted. The







