I would like to say this... It's more like hilarious. So... I wrote a chapter yesterday but I have to rewrite it. Why? Because I got confused. I had to go back and read the whole book and note pointers. Even the names confused me. Hell... this is Karma for abandoning this book.😂😂😂
The basement was suffocating. No! It's more than suffocating. Thick, damp air clung to the cracked concrete walls like mildew, heavy with the stench of rot and rust. A single flickering lightbulb dangled from the low ceiling, its weak glow casting long shadows across the floor. In the far corner, barely visible in the gloom, a woman was chained to the wall—her wrists bound high above her head, ankles shackled to rusted iron bolts drilled into the floor. She didn't move. She hadn’t moved in hours... Maybe days. Her hair, once a soft chestnut brown, had long since turned gray, matted into tangled clumps that hung in greasy ropes around her bruised face. Dirt caked beneath her fingernails. Her clothes—if they could still be called that—were tattered scraps clinging to weathered skin. Her frame was skeletal, her lips dry and cracked. She looked dead. And yet... she breathed... Barely. A cruel laugh rang from near the stairs. She had heard that taunting voice several times. “S
After a while of soft conversation between Claire and Ethan, a knock broke their conversation. Knock, knock. “Come in,” Ethan said without looking back. His tone was steady, almost distracted because of Claire’s smile. The door creaked open, and Jessica stepped in, followed by Jeffery. Their eyes immediately darted around, curious and unsure. It wasn’t often they found themselves in Ethan’s bedroom—it felt like walking into forbidden territory. Not because he forbade them, but because he had unknowingly built walls around himself over the years. Walls no one quite knew how to climb. Jessica hesitated a moment in the doorway. “Wow... your room’s actually... cozy.” She said sheepishly. Jeffery snorted. “Cozy? It’s spotless. Looks like a furniture store.” “Order helps me think,” Ethan said plainly, finally turning around to look at them. He gave a small nod to their presence. Jessica offered him a soft smile in return and Jeffery gave a lazy wave. It's not like they could go
"Wake up, wake up, dammit!" The voice slammed into Claire’s consciousness like a storm cracking open the sky. Sharp, brimming with fury, which echoed in her mind. "Calm down, Scarlett," another voice responded, gentle and soothing, like a calm stream after a thunderstorm. "I’m sure she’s just tired from being sick. Have you forgotten she was drenched in the rain the other day?" Claire stirred, her brow twitching as she tried to wake up. Scarlett, on the other hand, wasn’t having it. "Sick? Oh please, Mia. She’s not tired from being sick. She’s tired because she spent the whole damn night screwing Ethan while we were blacked out. I can smell him all over her. How the hell is that fair?” That did it. Claire's eyes suddenly flew open. The morning light streaming through the curtains felt too bright, almost accusatory. She pushed herself upright with trembling arms. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she tried to make sense of what she had just heard—felt. "...Mia? Scarlett?" she w
But Ethan was gentle, soothing her with soft words and caresses. "I'm sorry, love. Trust me, you'll love it. Just hold on for a while." He waited patiently, allowing her to adjust to his junior before beginning a slow, passionate rhythm. As she relaxed, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more wild. Claire's moans and screams filled the room, her body bouncing on the mattress in time with his movements. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Ethan lifted her leg to his shoulder to deepen their connection. He kissed her leg with fervor as if every inch of her skin was meant to be worshipped by him. As he began to move rapidly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his hands fondling her breasts while his lips devoured hers, leaving them tender and swollen. The intensity of their passion was palpable. In a swift motion, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, expertly stimulating her G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Next, he pulled
As Ethan's hands roamed her body, Claire's resolve began to crumble, and she couldn't help but moan in response to his tantalizing touch. His smirk grew wider as he whispered, "That's good. Keep on doing that!" He lavished attention on her belly button, sucking and kissing it, sending shivers down her spine. His gentle bites and soft kisses on her thigh left her feeling like she was burning with desire, craving more of his caresses. She clenched the bedsheet tightly and arched her back. This was the first time she was experiencing something like that, so the feelings were too much for her to handle. With a flirtatious tug, Ethan teased her by pulling down her lace panties, making Claire's face flush with embarrassment and shyness. She instinctively closed her legs, but he gently coaxed them apart, reveling in the breathtaking view before him. Both of them couldn't believe they were actually going to do the deed. The strange thing is that it felt normal to them as if they were
Ethan and Claire continued devouring each other's lips as they forgot everything and everyone except themselves. Ethan's passion for Claire was so immense that he was barely holding on to the little sanity in him in other not to snap and take her now and then. Sensing that Claire was out of breath, Ethan broke their kiss and gave her the chance to take in oxygen into her lungs. His hand softly caressed her face. Looking at her red slightly swollen lips, Ethan forgot all logic and made a decision. He won't let Claire go with just a kiss. He wanted her and looked at how Claire was also looking at him, Ethan she might have also come to the same conclusion. Ethan's piercing gaze held Claire captive, his passion and charm rendering her helpless. As he tenderly stroked her hair, his warm breath whispered in her ear, "May I?" The gentle nip on her earlobe sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't suppress a soft moan. The sound of her pleasure only fueled Ethan's desire, and