Page 33 of Grotesque Love

Run.

My body knows I’m still not strong enough for this.

You silly little fool,I scream to myself.

Glancing over my shoulder, I catch sight of two massive figures weaving through the trees, their ominous silhouettes casting long shadows in the moonlight.

When did another one get here?

I can’t let myself be caught.

Somewhere in the back of my head, a little voice murmurs that this is the most alive I’ve felt in months. My legs burn with exertion as I push my body forward, driven by pure adrenaline and a primal instinct to survive.

The cool air on my skin, the damp, earthy smell surrounding me, the way the twigs snap and the leaves crunch under my heavy wellingtons – it’s like my brain and body are finally waking up. My heart is beating a loud reminder.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

My lungs are tight as I fly through the woodlands and thetrees start to thin out. In the distance the dim lights of the manor house flicker in what seems like a warning.

I lose one wellie in a boggy area, but I don’t let that stop me. I can’t. Deciding I’m quicker barefoot, I lose the other as soon as I can, throwing it in the direction of my pursuers.

The dense trees must be keeping them from flying, from spreading out their wings, and for the moment it’s slowing them down. If I can just make it back to the house, I can…

What can I do?

How am I supposed to fight off two monsters?

Are they who braided my hair? Do monsters braid hair now? That thought makes me hesitate, but the pause costs me. I finally break through the treeline but barely cover any distance before a large hand pushes me hard, down into the mud.

I open my mouth to scream.

A firm grip pins me in place by my neck, pressing my face down into the grass. My dress is shoved up over my hips, exposing the white ruffled knickers I’d put on that morning.

The creature behind me makes a pained noise, then spanks my arse lightly.

“So pretty, little dove.”

Thrashing out, I kick and squirm, trying to break free but it's no use. It’s like being pinned under rock. Something cool and sharp dips into my underwear.

“No!” I yell, trying to escape.

Using his knees, he pushes my legs apart before slotting between them. “Shhhhh, little one. I only want a taste.”

MAL

Our little bird is busy trying to figure out how to unclip her wings, while I’m busy enjoying the view of her beneath me. The creamy skin of her long, bare legs, the innocent white pretty knickers, all that luscious long hair, beautifully braided.

Devine.

The hair must be Jas’ handy work. He’s taken care and time with it, weaving it around so that she has a silver crown threaded with flowers. It suits her, like she’s royalty.

With one hand firmly on the back of the neck, I use the other to grab her hip and pull her so that she’s more on her knees.

“So delicious,” I murmur to myself, tracing my claws over her skin. Teasing her as I dip into her underwear in slow, lazy patterns. “So fucking ripe for the picking.”

I wonder if I could sneak a taste? With a grunt, I thrust my cock over the crease of her arse, enjoying the way she turns to glare at me with fire in her eyes.

That’s it, give me your rage.

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