Page 25 of Monster's Obsession

I quickly got dressed, scowling at my pink hair in the mirror as I scrubbed at my face. I was not in a “pink” mood today, and it made me look far more cheerful than I actually was.

Taking a deep breath, I left the bathroom and opened the door of my bedroom to step out into the hallway.

I froze when I remembered I couldn’t just jog on down to where they were keeping Steele.

Because I had no idea where in this place that was.

Which meant I had to ask Creed about it, and I was sure he would be a huge asshole about my request.

Taking a deep breath, I started off down the hall, hoping Creed was eating breakfast or one of the others could tell me where he was.

I walked across the bridge where Tempest had wrapped his tail around my throat, a fluttery sensation building inside at the thought. I’d been terrified that night…but also a bit turned on when I thought back on it and was honest with myself.

Wasn’t sure what that said about me.

Remembering the flying monsters I’d seen outside before, I hustled across the bridge, not interested in seeing one of them up close again.

As I made it near the dining area, voices ricocheted along the hallway, nervous and frantic. A shiver slid across my skin as my steps slowed in anticipation of what was ahead.

Turning the corner, I found a group of servants gathered around something I couldn’t see. None of my monsters were around, but as soon as the servants noticed me standing there, they moved, making a path for me to walk forward. I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to know what they’d been looking at…but eventually, I womaned up and walked through the crowd.

I frowned when I saw they’d all been staring at a large puddle of goo.

It took me a second to realize what exactly it was.

But the floating shark-like teeth finally tipped me off.

The pile of goo was Freddy. Or at least it had been Freddy.

There was a commotion, and suddenly Creed was pushing through, his golden gaze tracing my features a bit obsessively.

“Blake! What are you—” His words cut off when he saw Freddy. He obviously recognized the goo at once, and shock flashed across his face before it went suspiciously blank.

“Take a step back, Blake,” he ordered in a too-calm voice as he pushed me back and then crouched down, pulling something that resembled a thermometer out of his pocket and sliding it carefully into the goo.

The device immediately flashed red, and the fervor of the small crowd gathered around us turned into a low roar.

“What does that mean?” I murmured nervously as Creed stood back up, his lips curled up in concern. “What happened to him?”

“He starved to death,” Creed answered, and dread flared in my chest.

Because that was supposed to be the whole reason I was here. My lust was supposed to be feeding the city.

And if that wasn’t working…what would happen to everyone?

What would happen to me when they realized I wasn’t useful anymore?

CHAPTER 7

BLAKE

Iwas pacing in my room, my stomach in knots, unable to get the puddle of Freddy out of my mind. I assumed the crazy amount of sex we’d been having was doing its job to feed the city’s population. But evidently, it hadn’t been enough.

Creed told me to stay in my room while he and the others headed into the city to find out what was going on, so here I was, close to losing my shit. If we couldn’t feed the population, would they even want me here? Would they send me away or worse yet, search for someone else to replace me?

A small gasp grazed my throat at the thought, and my chest burst into a fiery jealous mess.

Frustration needled through me too; I couldn’t just sit around not knowing. I was going crazy.

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