Page 8 of Prelude to Madness

I closed my eyes and groaned as he ran his hands down my body, stroking every inch, the hairs on my body standing on end. His touch was electric, lighting every nerve ending until I could stand it no more.

He clicked the cuff around my wrist, and when he lifted them both and fastened the other around the headboard, I didn’t resist.

The drug took hold, and I couldn’t move if I tried, floating on a wave of euphoria, and when I opened my eyes, those same tattoos came to life. The wolf licked his lips, then lapped at my naked skin.

That wasn’t possible, but I didn’t imagine the roughness of it as it grazed my body. My captor grinned as spiders skittered between us where our skin touched.

Mind fuck! That was the only way to describe it.

“You like this, angel? The way our bodies meet as one, and now we will be as one. You and me.”

He bent my legs until my knees almost touched my shoulders, exposing every part of me. I was at his mercy in every way, and I couldn’t have moved away, even if I’d wanted to.

He placed his hands on my calves and pressed gently until I was folded double, allowing him to push all the way in right to the hilt.

“So tight, just as I like it.” He leant forward and inhaled deeply, sniffing from my armpit to my neck. “Ahhh, so fucking good.”

Stretched to my limit, I abso-fucking-lutely loved it, and I steeled myself, waiting for him to move. This was going to hurt. I knew it, but he promised he could make me forget.

But as he rammed into me, over and over, never once breaking his rhythm, the pain didn’t come.

“Best. Fuck. Ever.” He closed his eyes, but I needed to see him, see the look in his eyes as he fucked me.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” I said with a confidence I barely felt.

He did as I asked and grinned at me.

“You’re loving this, angel. I told you I could make you forget. You don’t need Hugo or your fucking cat. You need me to fuck you into oblivion day and night.”

He was right, and as he pounded harder, a blissed-out feeling flooded my body.

“Fuck me. Take it all away. I want to feel like I did last night.”

“That I can do, angel.” His thick cock drilled into me, never slowing.

Rick, come back to me.

What the ever-loving fuck?

“Harder,” I begged. Anything to rid my head of the voice. “I need to come.”

“Not yet, angel. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

I can’t do it without you.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Get out of my fucking head!

“Here, take another.” Maybe he realised I was losing focus, but this would help. “It’ll make you feel good, angel.”

I gazed into his eyes, into the inky darkness, into his soul, and swallowed the pill.

Blackness threatened to engulf me, sucking me under into the inner sanctum of my mind. I lost all sensation of time, hearing nothing but skin on skin.

I looked around me. Faces peered from the walls, heads thrown back in silent laughter. Fingers pointed, mocking me. Images came into view and faded away to be replaced by others.

I recognised every face, for every one was me.

The earlier euphoria faded as I lost myself to the ravages of the drugs. I slipped into oblivion, into a place full of screams and shouts, of loud music and drum beats.

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