All Chapters of Dark (short stories): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Henry went still.Not his hands, those kept moving, one finger sliding in and out of her "Again," he said."I want you to hurt me," Anna repeated, quieter this time, barely audible.Henry's finger paused between her folds. His grey eyes held hers, unblinking."You're a virgin."It wasn't a question.Anna's breath caught. "How did you….""Your father told me." His finger pushed deeper, sliding through the slick wetness until it found the thin barrier of flesh at her entrance. He pressed against it, testing. "Intact."Anna's body tensed at the pressure. Her teeth sank into her lower lip."I've never…." she started."I know." Henry's finger withdrew from her entrance, sliding upward through the slick heat until it found the swollen bud at the top of her pussy, He pressed.Anna's vision went white.Her whole body seized, hips bucking against his finger so hard she nearly slid off his lap. His free hand gripped her hip, pinning her down, keeping her exactly where he wanted her while his f

The jet slowed. Anna felt it in her stomach. She pressed her forehead against the cold oval window, watching the ground rise to meet them.The jet touched down. Smoothly, The engines whined down,The jet taxied to a stop. Outside the window, lights swept across the tarmac, luminating a black SUV waiting down the road. Anna pressed the torn lace tighter against her chest.Henry came back in. pulling his phone from his pocket, he made a quick call, ending the call, he pocketed the phone.The cabin door open. A driver stood at the base of the stairs in a dark suit, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed forward.Henry descended the stairs first, exchanging a few words with the driver that Anna couldn't hear. He paused at the bottom, turning to look up at her standing in the cabin doorway, torn dress clutched to her chest, bare legs trembling in the warm night air.He held out his hand.Anna descended the stairs on legs that barely held her. Her bare feet hit warm asphalt, and the hea

I woke up to the sound of my own breathing in cool, filtered air—the kind that only exists in sealed places. My head ached in a dull, distant way, and when I tried to sit up, the room tilted for a second before settling.It was a windowless space with white walls, soft recessed lighting, and a bed that was far too comfortable for a prison, sealed by one heavy door with no handle on my side. I was still wearing the clothes I last remembered—dark jeans, a black top, and boots—with nothing torn and no blood, though my phone and watch were gone.The door made a low hydraulic sound and opened to reveal three men. The first was tall and lean with dark, short-cut hair and a carefully blank expression; he carried a tablet and barely looked at me at first, as if I were just another reading to record, though his pale eyes were assessing when they finally met mine. The second was broader and heavier in the shoulders, with a scar cutting through one eyebrow, looking at me with unfeigned hostili

I finished the coffee in two long swallows. It burned going down my throat, but the heat helped cut through the cold that had settled under my skin.Rian stood ip after I did, turning toward the door and expecting me to follow without offering a hand or stepping back to give me space. The corridor felt the same as before—white, seamless, and watched—as my bare feet made almost no sound on the sealed concrete while his heavy boots echoed.We didn’t speak on the walk, and the observation room door slid open before we even reached it. Elian was already inside with his tablet glowing and his sleeves rolled to the same precise point on his forearms, while Voss leaned against the far wall with his arms crossed, the scar through his eyebrow standing out starkly under the hard light as he tracked me from the moment I crossed the door.Elian looked up and commanded flatly, “Remove the shirt and sweatpants. Leave the bra and panties, and place the clothes on the chair.”I stopped just inside th

“How do you feel today, Mr. Taylor?”Sara kept her pen down, dragging her full focus over to him. The office was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.“I… forget it.”Her brows furrowed as she sat upright. “Mind telling me why I should?”“How I feel… my therapist shouldn’t know it.”“But I am your therapist. I actually need to know… everything. That’s the point of this, isn’t it?”Taylor’s face lifted slightly, lips curving upward in a way that didn’t match the usual guarded expression he wore in these sessions. “You really believe that? Don’t freak out when you hear it, little miss fairy.”Sara adjusted herself on the seat, throwing one leg over the other as she faced him fully. “Let’s hear it then. I’m not easily freaked out.”He leaned back, eyes locked on hers. “I want to… oh Sara, I want to spread those legs and plunge my tongue inside you. I want to suck out every bit of that inner turmoil you keep locked up in here. I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you