Page 1 of Seduce

Prologue

“Why do you think you’re special enough to do whatever you want?” Cinder hisses as I’m dragged through the castle. Zachary spilled his guts to Lana while he was shitting his brains out, which is how I find myself in the current predicament.

I spent the six hour drive back into the main city hogtied in one of her cars. I don’t know where she’s taken anyone else. I spent most of that time spiraling in the trunk because of the small space, and my muscles are sore now as they force me to walk, after cutting me loose.

“The prison is too good for you! Guards, take her down to the dungeon, and flay the skin from her bones.”

“Cinder! Why are you doing this? You know what, do your worst, but leave the others alone,” I cry. I have no pride, nothing to hide, my step-sister knows they’re important to me.

Scoffing, she turns to face me. “Dear sister,” she croons, nails digging into my cheeks as she grips me. My breath is out of control, the room is spinning, and I know I’m in deep shit.

Cinder is done playing with her food. “I’m going to punish them for touching what should have been off limits. Fucking you isn’t their crimes, it’s trying to protect you from me, and giving you basic comforts. My guards instructed the Warden to open Section B to them for their pleasure, and they were denied!”

Cinder is drawing blood with her sharp nails as she screeches at me. The guards surrounding her just watch dourly, wondering when they’ll be able to begin their torture. “It’s up to you all if she lives or dies after you’re done whipping her,” she says, releasing me as if my skin burns her. “The dungeons are too far below ground for me to hear her, and blood is so messy…”

Cinder’s lips twist as she contemplates her options. The guard holding me upright digs his fingers into my arms, and the sting of pins and needles in my legs helps to ground me after being tied up for so long.

It hurts like a bitch, but I’m holding onto it all so I can chase away the panic filled demons nipping at my heels.

I can survive everything for thirty seconds at a time. Even if it lasts longer than that, I can focus on small periods of terror and torture.

“Lana,” Cinder calls, and she comes running. I swear she was waiting for my step-sister to pay attention to her. Wrapping her arms around Cinder’s waist, she snuggles into her.

Smoothing Lana’s black hair, Cinder hums under her breath. “I’ve missed you, darling. I'm facing a dilemma. Do we want Silla scarred forever, raped for hours…? What is a suitable punishment?”

Lana peeks up at me, her teeth flashing savagely. “Queen Cinder, she should be whipped for attracting your displeasure, but not be allowed to scar. You may need all of that creamy, beautiful skin one day. As for the other, you can’t rape a whore if they’re wet and willing. I played a bit with her, and she’s delicious.”

Cinder wraps her hand around Lana’s throat, and I realize she wanted to make my step-sister jealous. Gods, their relationship is so odd. “You touched her?” she asks Lana, ignoring all of us.

Her rule is bloody within the castle walls, so no one says anything, and not a whisper of it leaves this place either. The rest of the kingdom lauds her as a kind queen, but I know the truth. Cinder is a disgusting human being who enjoys watching people break.

“I did,” Lana gasps as her oxygen is cut off. Moaning, she writhes against Cinder’s body. Ugh, they’re going to fuck on the floor. “You taste better, my Queen. I need you to smother me between your thighs so I can get thoroughly reacquainted with the taste of your sweet pussy. May I suggest they pipe in our new prisoner’s screams into your bedroom for us to enjoy?”

Slowly releasing Lana’s throat, Cinder murmurs, “Such a good girl for me. Go strip on the bed. Ask for help if you need it to get into the restraints. No one else gets to fuck you but me, is that clear, darling?”

“Yes, my Queen!” Lana squeals as she runs off, and it’s clear the guards are struggling to keep the smiles from their lips.

“Alright, I need to be somewhere, so let’s ensure Silla has a very unpleasant stay in our dungeon, yes? I want to hear every scream over the speakers in my bedroom as well. I’m going to consider it mood music. I feel as if I need to hear my pretty little step-sister bleed, boys. Don’t allow her to scar, but use her body well,” Cinder says darkly.

The guard holding me pulls me sharply against his body so I can feel his erection, making me whimper.

“Yes… just like that, Silla,” Cinder whispers, and I can hear desire in her voice as her eyes hood. Gods, my terror and pain turn her on.

As the guards roughly pull me away, I fight, scream, and kick. I’m done playing meek and quiet. It’s never really helped me anyway. Just kill me as I struggle, so my worst nightmares never come to pass.

One

GRAYSON

It’s as if the last eight months of my life have never happened. I’m staring at a new group of recruits as they process through intake, and take a deep breath. My shoulder and ribs still hurt from a fresh beating before I was dropped off at the doors of Forbach Reform School, but other than that, most of my scars only live in my mind.

Queen Cinder tortured us for eight months in her dungeon. We could hear Silla’s screams on the other side of the underground prison, slowly eaten away by the knowledge that we couldn’t help her.

Fuck, today is going to be rough, because my compassion doesn’t exist anymore. I’m the hard ass that the Queen wants in this camp now.

“Keep it moving!” I bark, scaring a girl who is scarcely nineteen. These assets just keep getting younger, but that’s not my problem. The only person who was mostly innocent was my sweet, Dangerous Girl, and I don’t even know if she’s still alive.

Seven months into our incarceration, the screams went silent. The void of noise was as loud as a gunshot, as the Fucked up Trio, Isaac, and my eyes turned in the gloomy darkness in the direction of where our girl is.

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