Page 39 of The Devil's Hunt

"Wh-what did you give me?" I asked him, my head spinning, and my body felt weightless.

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "I'm going to push you, baby. I'm going to test your limits. See how far you're willing to go for me."

The world around me seemed to slow down as I felt the effects of the pill taking hold of my body.

He had drugged me.

"But why?" I managed to ask, my voice wavering as I tried to maintain control.

Running his fingers through my hair, he kissed my cheeks. My neck. My bare chest. "Because trust, Mila, comes with consequences."

As the room spun around me, my mind blurred, and darkness engulfed me. I tried to fight against it, but whatever he gave me was too strong. I felt his arms around me, lifting me from my bed as if I weighed nothing. My limbs felt like dead weight, and I slipped in and out of consciousness. I vaguely heard the sound of the door closing, and then we were in the car. I tried to stay awake, but I was rapidly losing the fight. My eyelids felt like they were weighted down by bricks.

Archer spoke softly to me, his voice low and comforting, but I couldn't make out his words. Panic surged through me as I realized I was at his mercy.

I was entirely under his control.

I tried to speak, but my voice was altered, my words slurring together in a way I couldn't quite understand. I struggled to move, feeling my muscles weaken, my limbs growing heavy as if the seat beneath me were weighing me down, a labyrinth of sleep and sedation calling me toward unconsciousness. My eyes were heavy, my mind foggy. Yet, even in this state, I could feel the heat of his body pressed against mine, his breath lingering on my skin as he carried me somewhere.

Archer's words echoed in my mind."Trust comes with consequences."I was supposed to trust him completely and without question. Now, as my body succumbed to the drug, I realized the severity of my mistake. I had let my guard down, falling into his trap, and I had no idea what to expect.

In my weakened state, I saw the world around me blurring, the colors and shapes lost in the haze of the drug. I tried to call out, but my voice had abandoned me, and the darkness took hold, engulfing me in its web of sedative. The world spun and twisted, and I felt myself slipping away, my consciousness slipping into the abyss. I fought against it, but it was no use. The drug had taken hold, and I knew I was at his mercy.

As I drifted to sleep, I could feel his breath on my skin, his arms wrapped around me protectively, and his heartbeat steady and strong. I knew whatever awaited me in the darkness beyond my consciousness was far from safe. I had trusted him completely, and now I had to face the consequences.

As I sank deeper into the abyss, I prayed I would survive whatevermydevil had in store for me.

15

FIFTEEN

ARCHER

Mybeautiful rabbit.

Myangel.

So naïve.

So trusting.

Looking to me to be her savior.

She thought she was in control, putting on the lingerie I bought her and lying there with her perfectly round ass pressed up against me.

For the briefest moment, I almost lost control. I almost flipped her over and fucked her until she bled. Until she couldn't walk. Just the smell of her made me want to do dark, unimaginable things to her.

I wanted to make her bleed.

Watch her beautiful crimson blood pour all over me.

But I also needed to maintain a sense of control. I couldn’t let my desire overpower me, not when I had a plan in mind. A plan to break her, to make her submit, to make her understand her place in my world.

I would train her. I would teach her to endure, to submit, to beg. I would show her the true nature of power and control.

Until then, I would enjoy her innocent gaze, her trusting eyes, and the way her breath hitched when I ran my fingers across her skin. I would savor these moments, for they were fleeting. They were the calm before the storm.

I had claimed her, but I needed to make her mine forever.

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