*** The weight of the water is crushing my chest. The ability to breathe so close as the open air drifts over my fingertips. Me, myself, and I want to see this night again. They want to relive it… I don’t. My hair covers my face, wet and impossibly heavy as I struggle to see through it, but that’s ok… if I can’t see him, he can’t see me coming. I’m stumbling forwards but my feet keep getting stuck in the mud, until it wins, and I fall onto my hands and knees. He grips my shoulders, stopping me from continuing to move forwards, except the moment he goes to brush the hair from my face I take action. Grabbing onto his wrist, I pull. I pull and yank with all my might on his wrist until the wind turns in my favor and he’s stumbling into me as we fall into the depths of the water. His hazel hues are staring into mine, begging me to let go, angry that I won’t. I close my eyes, letting myself sink farther into the darkness until my chest gives up and takes in a lungful of water.

A smile breaks across Brixton’s face, and for a second there’s a whole new side of him to see. It's not ill-intended, it's sincere. A childish side that never gets let out - but I want desperately to see it again. To see his happiness. “No running.” his voice has a roughness to it that usually isn’t there, a desperation that makes me a little bolder. I slide my hand down his arm that’s holding my waist, slipping my hand into his as I drop them by our sides. He tightens his grip on my hand, staring at the door for a moment as he taps various places on his body and stops by my dresser. He reaches towards the bottom of it where there's some kind of fancy trim, leaving space between the dresser and the floor and retrieves a key. How long has he been planning this? My heart does a little flip. A traitorous little flip when I warned it - no more. We can't get attached. This could end like dumb-dumb Mark, only if Trent finds me again… we're both dead. He tugs me gently behind him a

The monster within me demands this chase end in blood, but he's too lulled by the feeling of her to care about her disobedience. We have all the time in the world for punishments. The slowed feeling of her pussy squeezing around my cock makes me want to see her in chains, strung up… at my mercy… fuck. I flip her over without thinking, needing to see her face, to see her darkness… and she delivers. Her eyes are blown wide, searching for mine like a good fucking pet, and the darkness there speaks volumes. It tames the wild part of me just enough to not completely ravage her, but she's looking at me like she'd fucking love that. I slide my hands up her legs, spreading them wide for me and delivering me the sweetest scent. Warm cotton candy that begs for someone to melt it with their mouth. I was worried that she was too sweet to handle me, that she'd scare off, but as I dig my fingers into her thighs, her back arches from the mud, and her whole body tenses in pleasure. "Min

Heaviness is weighing down on me, the pressure of it feeling more solid than fluid. I’m not in the water. Opening my eyes feels just as impossible. Except, every flutter brings the pain of what feels like sand under my lash line before they draw back together like magnets, but the only thing to see is darkness. And not the kind of darkness I'm used to, that I wish I was seeing right now… this is just dead space darkness. That’s what I wish I was... dead.I don’t want to open them. I can’t face whatever lies on the other side of the darkness. Not when seeing him with her broke my heart. No. Broken isn't quite strong enough, not when it ripped savagely in half. It’s irreparable. Stupid… little… Devlin. ‘Of course she’s in there…’ Brixton’s voice had carried through the house softly, ‘...we’re home free now, love.’I tried to get up slowly, to go see what I didn’t want to believe my ears were hearing… but seeing it was so much worse. ‘You’ve got the money?’ His voice continued thr

The tension on my wrists suddenly loosens, and even though I want to will my arms in front of me, the numbness in them only allows them to fall flat beside me. “In fact,” Trent’s mate walks around to where I can see her, “I’ve just helped you, fed, and watered you.” “You set this whole thing up,” I snap, “and when Trent finds me-” “He’s never going to find you,” she smiles, swinging the keys around one of her fingers as she speaks to me, “he won’t even look. Once he’s fully mine, I’ll let someone find you, and take you back to the Stones.” Both outcomes are things I don’t want. Trent will find me, of that I’m almost positive, but when he does, my life is over regardless. I’ll die by his hands, or he’ll lock me up until he needs to use me or bores of me again. “You’ll see,” I taunt her, smiling right back at her, wishing she’d rethink her stance on this. It could be so much simpler for both of us if she let me go now, and I would stay true to my word. “WE will, won’t we? Because