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Chapter 1

The Monster

Fuck, I haven’t seen something so satisfying in months. Not since the last time I saw Ainsley in my bed, taking my cock like the good girl she is.

Laid out in front of me is a man covered in his own blood and vomit, begging me for mercy. He’s missing an arm, and one of his legs is broken, but the best part was castrating him. His screams have brought me joy over the last few days, the first feeling other than anger and despair I’ve felt in three months.

“I was only doing what I was told! I swear, I never touched her,” Alex assures me in his newest attempt to beg me. At this point, I don’t know if he’s begging to be let go or begging for a swift death.

With a humorless laugh, I add another slice to his already unrecognizable face. “Where is he? Tell me, and I’ll kill you and end the torture.”

I won’t, but he doesn’t know that. I need something to take my frustration out on, and carving up his skin has released more tension than I thought it would.

“I don’t know!” he cries. He closes his eyes, bracing himself for the next round of pain, and I don’t disappoint. As I dig the heel of my hand into his broken leg, he howls loud enough to alert anyone in the area that he needs help. Good thing no one is around to hear his cries.

The potent smell of urine suddenly invades my senses, and when I look over, I find Alex crying like a baby as he wets himself.

With a sneer that he can’t even see, I turn my back to him and leave the basement. I left my phone upstairs, and it’s about time to watch my girl. With renewed energy, I take the steps two at a time, not wanting to miss a second of watching her. It’s the only way I can see her these days.

When I pull up the camera feed, I find her laying in bed with her phone pressed to her ear.

“I’m just not in the mood, but I know they won’t let me tell them no.”

Pause.

“Yeah, they still suspect it was more. They know me too well.”

Another pause. Who is on the other end of the phone?

“What do you expect me to say? Should I tell them that your older brother kidnapped me and held me hostage until I fell in love with him? They’d take me to a psych ward, and they wouldn’t even know half of it.”

Ethan. I’m not surprised that it’s him, but it still annoys me. They’re just as close as they’ve ever been, though he’s been careful about the way he acts around her. They haven’t slept in the same bed since the day I found them in his room, and if I text him for an update, he’s always quick to respond and tells me nothing but the truth, even if it hurts to hear.

Minimizing the screen showing me the live feed, I pull up my messages app.

Me: Miss you, little one. Are you ready to come home yet?

I pull the feed back up in time to see her pulling the phone away from her ear and reading my text. I don’t text her every day, but I check in every once in a while. She’s never replied.

With a huff, she puts the phone back to her ear.

“He texted me again.”

Pause.

“That he misses me and asked if I’m ready to go back to his house.”

That’s not what I said. I asked if she’s ready to come home. This isn’t just my place; it’s hers, too. This isn’t a home without her in it.

“Of course I miss him, but that’s not the point. I can’t go back. You know what happened to me after he came into my life.”

Another pause as I wait with my breath held.

“Maybe Cass is right. Maybe it’s time for me to just put myself out there. Find another guy and get him out of my head, you know?”

I laugh, actually finding her thoughts humorous. Another guy? She’s delusional if she thinks I’ll let that happen.

I watch for a few more minutes as she twirls her hair around her finger and finishes her conversation with Ethan. They move onto a lighter conversation, talking about classes and Ethan’s graduation this semester. Since I pulled her out in the middle of her fall semester, she won’t be able to graduate with her friends, which I know makes her sad.

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