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Head tilting back, I close my eyes and surrender to the pleasure. The second orgasm’s just as powerful as the first, driven by the fucked up moment and the adrenaline in my veins. I’m out of breath coming to, realizing where I am and who’s inside me.

Remembering my promise.

Gazes locked, I make sure he understands what’s about to happen. I wrap my finger tighter around the trigger of the pistol and pull.

Click.

Brontë’s gone still, his eyes darkened, his jaw hard.

I sit back in his lap and release a bubbly laugh that sounds insane. “Kidding. The pistol wasn’t loaded. But next time… it will be.”

My legs wobble as I slide off him and rise to my feet. I turn away from him with the pistol at my side and disappear into the next room, more lost than ever.

15.Brontë

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The room darkens with the sky outside. The sun’s gone down and night has fallen. Jael never emerges from the bedroom. I’m left where I am, restrained to the chair, shackled by the metal chains.

Pain radiates through my body, sharp and unrelenting agony. I’ve gone more than forty-eight hours without my pain meds. The longest period I’ve ever gone without using them to mute the constant throbs and aches that haunt my wrecked body, even now so many years after my accident.

Yet I remain like this. I don’t bust out of the chains like I could.

Jael needs this.

She needs the control. The revenge.

For once, she’s inflicting pain on others, not the other way around. My body bears the proof. The deep cuts she’s made will soon heal and join the dozens of other scars decorating every inch of my body.

But she couldn’t help herself.

Causing pain awoke something inside her and she gave in to the darkness. She was drawn to me and couldn’t resist exploring what that meant.

There was a crazed gleam in her eye. Her features had changed. They were twisted and curled by cruelty as she mounted me and pointed the pistol at my head. If she was serious about pulling the trigger was anyone’s guess.

I wouldn’t have cared if she was.

This life has been hell almost every waking moment. Death has never been something I’ve feared.

She was right—if I was going to be sent to hell, experiencing heaven first was the best way to die.

But it wasn’t the first time I’ve felt her silky hot pussy wrapped around my cock.

Jael had long been on my mind during her days at the psychiatric hospital. Her eyes blazed even through the haze of pills and sedatives they forced onto her. Her light could never be extinguished no matter how hard they tried.

I watched from afar, from the dark corners of the hospital, seeing how she always triumphed.

In the recreation room, she’d sit with construction paper and safety scissors and she’d make beautiful things. Snowflakes in the winter. Hearts for Valentine’s Day. Origami swans and stars that Nurse Hinkley—who she’d nicknamed Big Bird—begrudgingly hung up from the ceilings.

She’d sit with others in the dining hall and give away her lime Jello if she thought it’d make someone else smile. Even though lime was her favorite.

Every evening when mail was handed out, she’d wait faithfully for that letter from her sister. The same letter that never came.

Somehow, she never gave up hope.

She’d swallow down the disappointment and sadness and press on, making the hospital feel like a home.

The only time I couldn’t watch her was when she had her sessions with Dr. Wolford. His office at the hospital was a fortress. No windows, reinforced walls, fingerprint entry smart lock. It was all by design.

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