Page 1 of Falcon's Prey

Part One

“You cannot burn away what has always been aflame.”

- Nikita Gill, “Witches” fromWild Embers

Prologue

The heady smellof sex filled my senses as I lay in a bed fit for ten. My body stayed unmoving, my legs open, and my arms held on to the man who once promised me everything.

It was all lies.

Lies I once believed.

“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over, to see if I could shut my brain off from everything that was trying to overtake me. What we were doing was wrong and fucked-up—yet it felt right. He got off on fucking my body, and I fed from the pain it brought me.

His hand roamed my leg, all the way to my pussy, where he was thrusting inside me. His fingers made their way to my clit, and I closed my eyes tightly. Years of giving myself to him, and he knew my body better than I ever could. His fingers circled my clit, and I moaned. Part of me was repulsed, but the other sick part of me only felt the pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, give it to me.” He kissed my neck possessively as he fucked me harder into the bed.

His fingers worked faster to the rhythm of his thrusts, and I couldn’t help it when my body started to convulse around him. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. My orgasm came fast and hard, and he came with me.

When he was finished, he rose above me. I didn’t have to open my eyes to see what he looked like. I had him memorized. He had jet-black hair that almost seemed blue, a devilish smirk on his face, a baby-smooth face with a square jaw, and the darkest eyes I’d ever seen. He was handsome, and he knew it. He could have had anyone in the world, yet he only wanted me.

At one point, that made me feel special. Now, I only felt sick.

“I wish I could stay longer, baby, but I have to go.”

He kissed me, and it was like poison: toxic and sweet, killing me slowly each time. His tongue ran over the blood and licked it off my lips. I kept my eyes closed and just lay in bed, spent.

I heard the noises he made as he got changed.

“I’ll let you know when I’m in town again.” And with those parting words, he walked out of my guest room and closed the door behind him.

I took a deep breath and finally opened my eyes. Once upon a time, I wanted him. I relished the way he made me feel—special, consequential, like I was someone worthy of love. Until I realized how fucked-up we were, and what we had was nothing to feel good about.

Now I was stuck in a cage, and he had the key. Closing my eyes was the only way I could temporarily be free.

Even if you closed your eyes so you couldn’t see the things he did to you, you sure as fuck could feel them.

When I didn’t hear any noise, I sat up. I swallowed back the vileness that threatened to come back out when cum started to leak down my thighs. Once in my room, I went straight to my laptop. I opened the program I had downloaded a while ago but never had the guts to open.

I’d asked around. Usually dumb questions that people laughed at, but it led me to the page I was looking for. My hand holding the mouse shook for a second. Looking up at the ceiling, I did the sign of the cross, aware that God would not approve of what I was about to do. So many options and I didn’t know which one to pick. In the end, I went with the simplest one.

The screen turned black as soon as I clicked on it, turning into a chat room.

No names. No personal information. I don’t need to know the why, just the who.

My heart beat frantically as the words appeared. I’d done a lot of stupid shit in my life, but this one definitely took the cake.

If the why was bullshit, wouldn’t that affect the who? I found myself typing before I thought better of it.

I got green-colored glasses. I don’t give a fuck about the rest.

I held my breath considering if this was what I wanted to do.

Just tell me who,they typed again, and my heart skipped a beat.No more fear.

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