Reeling Him In Novels & Stories

He snarked. "Morior Invictus." I sneered back. He wanted me to beg him to give me mercy but that's losing my own pride and that would never happen. It could most probably kill me but when did I give two fucks about it. He tightly pulled the rope so that now I was at the fine borderline of suffocating. Don't give him that satisfaction, Reina but that tear couldn't help but slided out. No whimpers just one tear sliding down gave him a smile. He loosened the rope and just stared at me.

Reaper felt it. He laughed triumphantly and suddenly slowed down “Not yet, Crown. You come when I breed you. When I pump this womb full.” Suddenly he suddenly pulled all the way out again. "Not yet,” he growled. Then he stepped back,“ First, you’re going to use that defiant mouth properly.” He grabbed my hair in a fist and yanked me upright on the bench forcing me onto my knees. The restraints on my ankles kept my legs spread wide.

Reed tightened his hold around his neck further. "Let him go Reed"

Jorge was trying to help, his face red with exertion as he held the net ready, but they were both losing ground. I saw the reel starting to smoke. I couldn't watch them struggle for a second longer. "Here," I said, stepping between them and taking the rod from her hands. "Let me." I wrapped my hand around the spool of the reel, ignoring the burning friction on my palms, and began to turn. With my other hand, I held the rod, my muscles barely engaging. The line, which had been screaming out, stopped instantly. I began to reel it in and with all my strength I pulled.