Tangled Movie Music Novels & Stories

He added as they all sauntered out of the room. I smiled and held out the small pocket knife I managed to pull from the henchman's pocket without him noticing. I used the knife to cut through the rope I was tied to. In no time, I was free from the chair. I stood up and immediately became dizzy. "Argh, my head," I gasp in pain. I moved slowly towards the door and opened it. Before heading out, I looked left and right. I was unfamiliar with the surroundings, so I had no idea which path to take.

You need help. I walked past the empty halls, the classical music from the venue disappearing with the distance I covered. All of a sudden, something wrapped around my wrist and I was pulled inside a room. I squealed. My back hit the wall and my hands locked above my head. Then his face hovered near mine and his body pressed against me. My heart thundered in my ears, and my skin became alive, acknowledging his presence.

My senses slipped into a wild, overwhelming haze as I dragged down her panties, claiming her ferociously and raw. She came for me, over and over again. And the sound, and the feel, of her moans in my ears were the beginning of the rhythm I had craved so deeply. A rhythm I never wanted to end. After a breathless, intimate moment together, we both gasped aloud, and I felt alive again. Truly alive. Even Rumus wagged his tail, eager to come out. I turned when I heard the rustle of fabric. There she was, slipping into her mini dress as if she hadn’t been the one desperate to stay moments ago.

Ohas thrashed, trying to pull away, but Ishaan held on. Tighter. Tighter. His jaw locked. With a vicious, monstrous twist, Ishaan ripped. Flesh tore. Ohas’ head didn’t fully detach—but it hung, twisted, half-severed, his body convulsing, the light in his yellow eyes fading. His body twitched. Then fell limp. Silence. Blood dripped from Ishaan’s fangs, his massive body trembling with fury. His breath came in ragged, seething hisses as he finally—finally—released Ohas' broken body.