Chapter 2 The Start

• “Kass, you’re so beautiful.”
• His words slice through the fog that’s settled over my mind, dragging me back to the surface, forcing me to acknowledge what’s happening. I blink, gasping for air, but it feels distant, like I’m floating somewhere far away from my body, watching from the outside. His voice seeps into my consciousness, smooth and coaxing, as if it’s trying to lull me into accepting this—accepting him.
• The heat in the room seems to rise, pressing down on me in waves, suffocating. His body bears down on mine, relentless. Paxton moves inside me, again and again, with a force that shakes my entire being. I can’t stop him. I can’t even try. My hands are tied above my head, wrists burning from the ropes, useless against the weight of him.
• I don’t know how I got here—how I let this happen—or maybe I do, and my mind just won’t let me remember.
• The memory slips in slowly, like a cruel blade twisting deep inside me.
• It started after the bathroom. He’d been almost… normal, helping me like I was fragile, like I was something precious he needed to care for. But then, in a moment, everything shifted. His eyes changed first, wild and dark, like something inside him had snapped. His hands, once gentle, became rough. He dragged me back to the basement, to the cold concrete floor where all of this started. He tied me up again, and I didn’t fight. I thought that maybe if I stayed still, stayed quiet, I’d have time to think. Time to figure out what to do.
• But I never had that time. Things escalated too quickly. Too fast for me to even catch my breath.
• And now, here I am. Beneath him. Helpless.
• His cock slams into me, over and over, stealing the air from my lungs, leaving me empty and gasping. The sound of flesh meeting flesh fills the room, drowning out everything else. His breath is heavy, ragged, filled with a hunger that makes my skin crawl. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to disappear, to slip into the darkness where I can’t feel him anymore, but every thrust brings me back.
• "Your body’s made for this, isn’t it?" His voice is low, almost a growl, primal. "Still as tight as the first time."
• His sweat drips onto my skin, mingling with the dampness already covering me, and I feel every disgusting drop. I feel everything—his cock buried deep inside me, the way he pushes further with each movement, like he’s trying to crawl inside me, take every last piece of me. I bite my lip hard, trying to hold back the sounds rising in my throat, but a moan slips out, betraying me.
• “You feel so fucking good, Kass.”
• His lips graze my ear, his teeth catching the lobe before biting down, hard enough to make me wince. His hand slides across my chest, fingers twisting my nipple with brutal precision, sending a lance of pain through me. My back arches against him, another sound escaping, and he watches me with that twisted smirk, his eyes bright, predatory, alive.
• He’s everywhere. Inside me. Against me. Filling me so completely that I don’t know where he ends and I begin. And the worst part—my body betrays me. I feel it tightening around him, drawing him in deeper with each thrust, responding to him despite the fear, despite the horror.
• “Pax, not inside!”
• My body seizes in fear, clenching around him involuntarily, and Paxton groans, deep and satisfied, as he pushes in one last time. I feel it—the rush of warmth spilling inside me, filling me until there’s nothing left but him. It’s suffocating, drowning, like he’s claimed every inch of me.
• And then, darkness.
• When I finally come to, the world feels distant, like I’m underwater, everything muffled and blurred. My body feels heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and something else. Something thick and sticky between my legs. I don’t need to look to know what it is. I can feel it, dried and crusting on my skin, a reminder of what he’s done.
• I should feel disgusted, horrified. But I’m too numb. My mind feels wrapped in cotton, every thought coming sluggishly, every emotion buried beneath layers of fatigue and shock. I blink, trying to focus, but even that feels like a monumental effort.
• His arm is draped over me, pinning me down, holding me in place.
• I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath warm on the nape of my neck. His skin pressed against mine, every inch of him touching me, suffocating me. And worst of all, I can still feel him inside me. Soft now, but still there.
• I try to move, to shift away from him, but my muscles won’t respond. It’s like they don’t belong to me anymore, like my body has given up, surrendered to him completely. My throat is dry, my lips cracked. I want to scream, but the sound dies in my chest, trapped beneath the weight of everything. My body betrays me again. Every part of me is frozen, locked in this nightmare, unable to escape.
• Paxton stirs beside me, his grip tightening, pulling me closer like he’s afraid I might slip away. I hear him murmur something, but the words are a blur, distorted, swimming around my head without meaning. He presses his face into the crook of my neck, his lips brushing against my skin, soft and deliberate. I shiver, not from pleasure, but from fear. Every nerve in my body is on edge, waiting, bracing for whatever comes next.
• He starts kissing me again, his mouth moving slowly over my neck, sucking at the skin, leaving marks. Claiming me. There’s something sickeningly intimate about it, something that feels almost tender, and it makes my stomach turn. My mind is screaming at him to stop, begging him, please, to stop. But my body doesn’t move. My arms lie limp at my sides, useless, while my heart races and the panic builds, clawing at my chest.
• He’s everywhere. I’m drowning in him, in the scent of his sweat, the feel of his skin, the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. I want to disappear. I want to be anywhere else, anyone else. But I’m trapped. And he’s here.
• But he doesn’t move further. His hand stays on my waist, his kisses remain at my neck, lingering like he’s trying to offer comfort after everything he’s done. Like he believes this twisted affection will somehow make it all better.
• I want to vomit.
• When he finally pulls away and stands up, the relief is immediate. I feel a sick kind of freedom, though it’s short-lived. There’s something wet trickling down my thighs, a slow reminder of his presence, his cum still leaking out of me. I don’t move. I can’t. He ties my hands to the pole again, not too tight this time, as if it’s routine now. As if this is just what we do.
• When he returns, it’s with a plate of food. Porridge. Biscuits. He sits beside me, spoon in hand, like this is normal. Like we’re just any couple sharing breakfast in bed.
• “Here, sweetheart,” he says, his voice dripping with affection. “I’ll feed you. You haven’t eaten in days.”
• I’m starving. My stomach aches, twisting with hunger, so I don’t resist. I open my mouth, and he spoons the porridge in, bite by bite. I want to hate him. I do hate him. But the food is warm, and my body betrays me yet again, taking it in, needing it.
• When a bit of porridge drips onto my chin, Paxton chuckles softly, wiping it away with his thumb before licking it clean, like a dog savoring a treat. My stomach turns, but I keep eating, because I have to. I need the strength.
• The food disappears too quickly. I’m still hungry, but Paxton isn’t done. He pulls out a piece of chocolate, holding it up with a smile, like it’s some kind of reward.
• “I got you something special.”
• I hate chocolate. The bitterness always clings to my tongue, but I don’t refuse. I eat it, the waxy taste coating my mouth as I watch him, my mind racing, trying to come up with a plan. There has to be a way out of this.
• “That’s enough for now, Kass,” he says, his tone almost scolding. “I wouldn’t want you to worry about your figure.”
• My eyes flick to the biscuits left on the plate. I swallow, forcing my voice to stay calm. “Can I… feed one to you?”
• He freezes, eyebrows lifting in suspicion. “Huh?”
• “I thought you’d like it,” I whisper, trembling just enough to sell it. “Me feeding you.”
• He watches me, eyes narrowed like he’s calculating something, but then he nods.
• “All right, sweetheart. But don’t try anything stupid.”
• Slowly, he unties my wrists. The freedom feels like fire rushing through my veins, even though I know it won’t last. I pick up a biscuit, my fingers trembling, and lift it to his lips. He opens his mouth, biting down with an exaggerated moan, and I force myself to stay calm, even when his teeth graze my skin.
• “Delicious,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “Give me another.”
• I do it again, and this time, he holds my hand, kissing each of my fingers after he swallows. His lips are warm, too soft. I don’t pull away. I can’t. Not yet.
• “Thank you, Kass. That was very nice.”
• He re-ties my wrists, and I let him, my mind working furiously behind the mask of obedience. If I can convince him I’m falling into his delusion, maybe—just maybe—he’ll slip. Maybe he’ll trust me enough to give me a chance to escape.
• Paxton’s voice pulls me from my thoughts. “It’s time for your medicine.”
• My stomach drops.
• “W-will it make me sleep? I’m not sleepy, Pax.”
• He chuckles, stroking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
• “No, sweetheart. It’s not for sleeping. It’s to help you feel better.” He disappears for a moment, returning with a bottle of pills. “You take it every day, remember? Pack doctor’s orders.”
• His words swirl in my head, nonsensical, but I nod like I understand. He opens the bottle, pulling out a pill so large it makes my throat tighten just looking at it.
• “Open up.”
• I don’t want to. I don’t trust him.
• But his hand is on my jaw, prying my mouth open, and I don’t have a choice. He pops the pill onto my tongue, nodding as I swallow it dry. It scrapes down my throat like gravel, and I blink back tears, feeling the weight of it settle in my stomach.
• “There. All done, see?” His smile is too wide, too pleased with himself. “Don’t cry, pretty girl. I’m right here. You’re fine.”
• His words grate against me, and the tears I’ve been holding back finally slip down my cheeks.
• “I want to go home,” I whisper, my voice breaking. The pill is already making me feel heavy, my eyelids drooping despite my efforts to stay awake. “Please…”
• “I know, sweetheart.” His voice is soft, almost tender, and he kisses me, rough and full of need. “And we will. In fact, we’re going back to Darkfang tonight.”