He gives me a look, a demand in his eyes. And then I swallow everything.
Degradation crashes over me as it slides down my throat but beneath it, there’s something else. Something darker and deeper that I can’t quite work out yet. Not after having my skull brutally smashed in by his cock for that long.
Wrath cups my face in both of his big hands, his thumbs dragging slowly across my skin, wiping away the saliva, cum, tears and mud. His gaze moves over me like he’s memorizing every detail, and the way he touches me now, so gentle after everything he’s done, rattles something loose inside me.
It’s tender, almost worshipful, and somehow that’s more terrifying than the violence. I search his eyes, trying to read him, desperate for a glimmer of thought. And for the first time, more than anything, I need to hear his voice. I need something to ground me.
But he doesn’t say a word.
His expression stays blank until he finally releases me and my head droops forward, heavy and dazed. Then his hands are in the dirt, clawing deep into the ground, tearing it away from my body.
When my arms come free, I notice his hand at his wrist, releasing the thick chain coiled there before wrapping it tightly around both of mine, locking them in place. I just watch, confused, heart hammering, realizing he might not done with me.
He leans in, sliding his arms beneath mine and begins to pull. My body screams in protest, every inch stretched beyond its limits. The earth clings to me, refusing to let me go.
A raw, guttural groan tears from my throat and with one final yank, I’m ripped free, dragged out of the grave like something stolen from the dead.
I collapse forward, tumbling on top of him as he falls back into the sludge and we don’t move as I lie on his chest, trying to catch my breath.
Slowly, I gather the strength to sit up, straddling his waist. His solid abs flex beneath my drenched panties with every deep breath he takes, and I just down stare at him, the tension building inside me.
As the fog clears, the anger rises, and I’m ready to give him hell for everything he just put me through. The cabin, the coffin and how hard he just fucked my face.
My eyes narrow into slits and I lean down, bringing my lips so close to his they almost brush.
“Maybe I didn’t want you to touch me, did that ever cross your fucked mind?” I seethe in annoyance. “Maybe I’m not impressed by your monster cock, with all its pretty spikes and brutality like it’s auditioning for a fucking horror movie. Maybe I think it looks desperate, like you’re hoping the steel distracts from the sheer pitifulness of its performance.”
He just watches me, soaking in the rage and the defiance in my eyes. His gaze doesn’t waver, just drags across mine as the face paint on his features starts melting down his skin.
The longer the silence stretches, the louder it gets. It presses in, becoming unbearable and my chest constricts, rage bubbling over until I can’t hold it anymore.
Then I break—letting him feel everything I’ve buried for the past two years. Every ounce of pain, hate, and betrayal, unleashed without mercy.
“You’re lucky I don’t kill you, you sadistic prick!” I hiss aggressively, my gaze burning with anger. “You think you can just play these sick games and have your way with me like I’m some little fucking puppet!”
As I lift my chained wrists to smash him in the face, he’s too quick, snatching both in one hand, his other wrapping around my throat with a savage force before flipping me to the ground.
In an instant, he’s on top of me, one of my legs caged between his, my arms slammed above me, pinned in a way that leaves me powerless.
His eyes boil with warning, no words needed, a crackling growl leaving him and my teeth clench, stuck in confusing state of mind as I turn my head away, refusing to look at him.
But when I side-eye him, feeling his intense gaze crawling down my body, his fingers tightening around my throat like he’s ready to take more, because he clearly doesn’t have the restraint, I don’t hesitate. My knee shoots up, slamming into his balls.
The deep groan that escapes him is pure satisfaction, his body buckling as he grabs his nuts on instinct and it’s enough to slip free. I writhe from beneath him, flip onto my front and scramble to my feet, desperate to run.
I dart toward the trees, but before I even get close, the chain yanks me back violently, wrenching me clean off my feet. I flip backward through the air before crashing to the ground with a nauseating thud.
Pain lances through my spine as the air is torn from my lungs, my body squirming in the mud. I glance up, barely able to focus, and see his dark silhouette through the mist of torrential rain, eyes glowing red.
He stands still, disturbingly calm, watching me from a distance, his hand tight around the chain that holds us together.
And that’s when it hits me—I might not make it out alive tonight.
As he starts strolling toward me, I can’t move. My body won’t listen. But he doesn’t stop, he just strides past, vanishing into the woods. I lift my head, confused, trying to catch up to what’s happening, then suddenly, I’m being pulled across the ground, my arms stretched above me.
I dig my heels into the dirt, fighting it, but the chain keeps dragging me deeper into the forest.
“Wrath!” I scream in panic, my voice echoing through the trees, but he doesn’t listen.