All Chapters of Falling into the devil's bed: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Penelope’s POV:My heart skips a beat. A delicious beat. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.” I say and hang up. Athena pokes her head into the back seat. “Home?” She asks. “No. I have to go—” my phone vibrates, cutting me off. I pick it up, glancing at the message that just popped in.An unknown number. For a while, I think it’s Charles. Then I remember I just blocked the number he used to call me. “One minute,” I say to Athena as I open the message. It contains one photograph. At first glance, it doesn’t look like much. A picture of my parents and a couple. They way it’s angled, I almost brush off the image. Almost. The couple my parents are talking to in the photograph is Mr and Mrs Halstead. My brow furrows as I zoom into the picture. It looks like an old picture, one taken years ago. I know that by my mother, her hair is without a single strand of white, a rich black color tumbling down her slender shoulders. She looks beautiful here, radiant even. My father has his arm around

Calypso's POV:“I’m fucking done!”Charles grabs my wrist, the same hand holding my suitcase, and yanks me back to him. My body reacts before I can, and my hand comes flying at his face. He catches my flying fist, holding both of my hands and trapping me against him. He stares into my face, an amused smile dancing on the edge of his lips. “Are you done now?”“Let me go! Let me go right now!” I scream at him. Yet the more I struggle, the tighter he holds me. He spins me around so my back is pressed to his chest, while he holds my arms in an X across my chest. His head dips into the crook of my neck, his hot breath fanning my skin and making me feel sensitive against my will. “Calm down now, let’s talk this out. As we always have.”I laugh bitterly. “This…this is not going to be talked out.” “We always have worked things out,” he says, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the left side of my neck. “For six years now, we’ve worked out our differences. That is exactly what we’re going to d

Penelope's POVCan I die from my boyfriend’s Jacobs ladder?I spend all morning surfing the internet for everything I can find on Jacobs ladders. The first time I had learned about them, I didn’t think it was physically possible. I mean, the pain must have been massive. And yet…yet there they were.The image of Vincent’s cock flashes through my mind. Those seven titanium barbells are etched into my mind permanently. Sure, I wanted to run my tongue over the metal, taste it and feel it for myself. My insides ache and flutter around nothing.Yet, I completely froze.Sighing softly, I type yet another search query. Does a Jacobs ladder cause internal injuries during sex? Again, there’s only a handful of results. I know this is pretty niche, but come on! It’s not that rare.My search leads me to stumble upon an ad for nipple piercings. Seeing it makes my boobs physically hurt. Shaking my head, I quickly close the ad and resume my search.“What are you doing?”I jump in my seat, a startled

Penelope's POV:I'm getting sloppy. Plans for the exhibition have started in full swing, along with my personal preparations for my fight. But that wasn't what bothered me. "Pen, what's the matter? This is the third time today that logistics have been messed up," Sera's voice is gentle but firm. Her brows furrow and she has a look of concern on her face. "You've been off your rocker for days now, ever since the photo from the stalker. Talk to me, we can fix this."I would talk to her. I'd tell her every single thing that's bothering me. I know she'll have an answer for me, or at least I'll feel better after confiding in her. "It's just stress," I reply and force myself to look at the catalogue in front of me. A quick scan of the artworks listed and their prices reveals more problems. "These prices are wrong. And Brandon declined our offer, why is his art still listed here? Same with Sam. Who approved this?" Sera lets out an exasperated sigh. "That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Penelope's POV:The sounds of the crowd gets louder the closer I get to the arena. I hear hasty footsteps behind me and turn to see Athena. She doesn’t speak, rather she gestures to the bottle of water. I retreat to the closest room and drink half the water. I didn’t realize how thirsty I was till the entire bottle was gone. “Good luck, Thorne.” Athena says softly as she takes the bottle from me and helps adjust my mask into place, locking it firmly at the back of my head. “Thanks,” I say quietly and leave. I get into the ring. It’s the same as I always remember. The bright white lights piercing my eyes like tiny daggers. The crowd goes wild, their cheers undulating, some of them screaming my name. My breathing echoes in my mask, and sweat starts to trickle out of my pores and down the sides of my head. I have never wanted a fight to be over so quickly as I do right now. My opponent in the corner, this time a woman called Lady. We had some good fights in the past, even though we