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Chapter 7

Penulis: SomewhatInsane17
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-05-25 12:54:01

"You let him die," he says quietly, "and I start with you, bella."

The weight of the gun pressed at my temple is terrifyingly real but so is the blood pooling beneath the man sprawled on the cold floor. The metallic tang of blood that clings to the air is slowly starting to curl into my nostrils. My stomach lurches as nausea slowly takes over and settles at the back of my throat. The dark stream of blood that had already seeped into the grout is slowly drying in jagged lines like spilled ink on paper.

I can't die. Not here and certainly not like this.

With shallow heaving breaths my bare knees hit the cold concrete as if on instinct. Pain shoots up my spine on impact, but I barely register it. I can't think, I must act.

My hands press against the man's chest, and in a matter of seconds they become slippery with a kind of warmth that shouldn't be outside of his body. I apply more pressure as I ignore the screaming voice in my head telling me I'm out of my depth here. That he's too fa
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    The room feels hollow now and the air feels thick with everything that had happened before reality knocked it away.The Ice King had left mintues ago but his absence still echoes in the silence he left behind. I had retreated to the edge of the bed, far from the couch and far from where things had nearly unraveled. Still, my body tingles where his skin had pressed against mine. The gel tube still lies forgotten on the side table, it's probably cold and sterile compared to the fire burning beneath my skin.I close my eyes as I try to gather the scattered pieces of myself. The man--- the Ice King--- who held me like that, with such raw, desperate need, is the same man who keeps me prisoner in this Godforsaken place.And somehow, in that contradiction, I find myself both terrified and inexplicably drawn deeper into his dysfunctional orbit.What does that make me?A victim? A willing participant? Or something else entirely?I don't have the answer yet but one thing's for sure: nothing

  • Sold to the Mafia    Chapter 32

    The door clicks softly behind him and just like that the room suddenly feels too big and too quiet. The silence that follows settles over us like a shroud.My body goes cold for a moment and so does the tube of silicone gel in my hand. The faint scent of antiseptic that lingers in the air mixes with his cold presence. My fingers tighten around the tube as I shift toward the edge of the bed. I swing my legs onto the cold floor then stand and make my way to the couch. The man watches me from where he sits with his shirt still undone and muscles looking relax but there's a storm behind his eyes. Without a word, the man gestures toward his lap. I freeze as my pulse picks up. Not this again. "Straddle me. It will be easier." The Ice King says quietly. So quiet I almost missed what he had said. Reluctantly, I ease myself down on his lap. The warmth of his solid body is a sharp contrast to the sterile cold feel of the room. Our proximity is electric. It feels too close and too much but

  • Sold to the Mafia    Chapter 31

    The doctor's hands move with practiced precision as he peels away the last strips of gauze that was wrapped tight around the Ice King's side. The fabric gives way to reveal a pale and narrow scar just beneath his ribs where the bullet had grazed. It was shallow but apparently sharp enough to now leave that faint but lasting mark. The Ice King is sittong on the couch, half-shirted and still. His muscles are drawn tight beneath his skin, like he's holding something in he doesn't want to show.I'm on the bed, cross-legged and watching. Not because I want to, or because I'm drawn to him or care but because there's nothing else to do. This room is the same as it's been for the past few days... silent and sterile.Time has gone strange on me. It's now soft around the edges of my mind. It's been weeks. Two, three months, maybe. I stopped keeping track when he moved and forced me to stay here. The tissue roll I used to mark the days is still in the other room with all my scratched-out lines

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