《Camping》 Chemistry...but not that kind Olivia Sullivan slid into her chair in the lecture hall at 7:59 a.m., out of breath, but on time. Dr. Martinez was not lax on tardiness and would deduct grade points¨Ca fact she tested and, unfortunately, proved. If students were not in their seats and ready to go at 8:00 a.m., he would start to deduct one point for every minute. Brutal. Chemistry 101 at 8:00 a.m. every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday was a special kind of hell. So, so special. Olivia quietly cracked open the bottled mocha she begrudgingly brought with her (bought ahead of time, stocked in the fridge in her apartment, and ready to go every morning), accepting the grace of the caffeine but cursing the pre-made blech. Yeah, she was a coffee snob. So what? Ok, she was also defensive, too. ¡°Today, we¡¯ll discuss the periodic table, a fundamental tool in chemistry. The periodic table is a tabular¡­¡± Dr. Martinez began. Why did I do this to myself? Olivia thought, not for the first time. Definitely not for the first time. Oh, yeah. It was the only one that fit in with her other courses this semester. Fuck me! ¡°Each element is placed in a specific location based on its atomic¡­¡± he droned on. Must. Keep. Eyes. Open. Olivia chanted in her head. She had given up on actually paying attention and taking notes because the words kept flowing together into one long, low, buzzing¡­Fuck. I should record this and play it at night when I can¡¯t sleep. ¡°Drastic times call for drastic measures,¡± she whispered to herself, bringing up one of her favorite websites, Feddit. At the very least, it would keep her eyeballs open. At most, it would make it look like she was taking a few notes. Win-win. Oh. Oh, my. She felt more awake already seeing the first thing in her Fedd¨Cnew yandere rec¡¯s!
f/m_yandere 1 hr ago by ??happy_hellmore69 Not your typical yandere BUT worth a look! I¡¯ve been reading a lot of the popular stuff lately like ¡°Own Me¡¯¡¯ and ¡°Your Mine¡±, which is always good ???? (that¡¯s why were here duh) BUT i happened across this gem called ¡®KISS ME LIKE I¡¯M DYING¡± aaaand i needed more like that. You¡¯ll understand when you read it, trust me. Seriously. So after that manhwa hangover i found the novel, read that (super good too btw), but i still wanted more. MORE. So i did some digging and found some shall i say "niche" yandere (you¡¯ll understnad when you read it) that definitely scratched the itch. Here are the rec¡¯s- Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings. Kiss me like I¡±m dying (+ novel, both amazing) June is Forever Bug me To Death (TW insects but not in a gross way) Valentine, valentine, valentine (+novel, hven¡¯t read it tho) I¡¯ll Always Catch You Love me At night, Hate me in The Morning happy reading! ??
This should be a good thread, she thought, typing a comment to save it for later. She could feel the excitement tingling in the back of her head, the same feeling she always got when it came to her "guilty pleasure." The other super nice thing about online groups like this was knowing she was far from alone in her tastes. | happy reading! ??
??tinimartini 1m ago camping!
Olivia smiled, caught herself before Dr. Martinez could, and schooled her face so as not to give away her excitement. A handful of new titles in a new flavor? Goody. Delicious. And maybe in a few hours, there''d be even more after others chimed in. Olivia spent the rest of class hunting down the recommended titles, using her usual legitimate methods first (she considered herself a respectable netizen, after all), then opting for the less savory channels as things grew harder and harder to find. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and all that. Fairly satisfied, she decided to refresh the thread to check for updates at the end of class, just in case. | ??tinimartini 29m ago | camping!
??shakenstirher 23m ago camping
Olivia''s brow furrowed. Why did that username seem familiar? She shrugged and slammed her laptop shut. Whatever! The internet is a vast and fucked up place and she had bigger problems to worry about. Such as getting to her 9:00 a.m. class across campus in five minutes. After she shoved everything in her bag, she threw on her jacket and flew out of the room with an energy that could only come from the fear of being late. She didn''t notice the pair of eyes watching her from the back of the room, eyes peering out from underneath the hood of a black sweatshirt. His Olivia was so adorable. Table for one ¡°Even his¨C¡± Olivia ranted. ¡°Or her!¡± her bestie, Zoe, interrupted. ¡°¨Cfine, or her, or whatever, their username even goes with mine. Martini. Shake and stir. It¡¯s creepy!¡± Olivia brought the phone super close to her mouth and whispered into the receiver, ¡°Creepy.¡± ¡°Ok, but, like, it could all just be a coincidence, right? It¡¯s the internet. What are the chances that, one¨Cthis person knows you personally, meaning they know your name is Olivia, and two¨Cyour besties used to call you Green Olive, which three¨Cevolved to Martini, and finally, they have eyeballs and can see you are small, so four¨Cyour permanent nickname and username at every given opportunity is ¡®tinimartini¡¯? What. Are. The. Odds. Woman?¡± Zoe took a breath and raised her brows at Olivia over facechat. ¡°You probably have an internet crush, I¡¯ll give you that. Maybe they really like your taste in that manga porn or whatever it is you read. But I sincerely doubt you have a legit stalker situation on your hands, ok hon?¡± Olivia sighed. ¡°Ok, ok. Fine.¡± She took a few deep breaths through her nose. ¡°When you put it that way, it seems super unlikely, I¡¯ll give you that. But I can¡¯t help having this feeling¨C¡± ¡°I don¡¯t blame you! I would, too. A little paranoia is healthy.¡± Zoe brought up her index finger and pointed it at Olivia, ¡°But you can¡¯t let that rule your life, young one. Maybe take a break from the forums if they¡¯re stressing out?¡± Olivia nodded. ¡°Yeah, that¡¯s actually a good idea. I think I will.¡± Suddenly seeing the clock on the cafe wall, she grimaced and said, ¡°Gotta go, Zoolander. Oh! Are we still on for Friday Fri-yay?¡± Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. ¡°You know it!¡± Zoe air-kissed her. ¡°Muah! Bye, Tini.¡± ¡°Muah! Bye!¡± Olivia smiled at the background photo of herself and Zoe, set the phone down in one of the few empty spaces on the cafe table, and sighed deeply. Could Wednesday just end already? ¡°I don¡¯t want to be here,¡± she whined quietly to herself, ¡°I just want to be at home, in my jammies, in my bed, on my phone reading my ¡®manga porn.¡¯¡± The last two words were said mockingly, causing Olivia to laugh at herself a little bit. Just a tiny giggle. Yes, sometimes she cracked herself up. Fuck! Fuck yes, she would rather be reading the ¡°Kiss Me Like I¡¯m Dying¡± novel or the ¡°Bug Me to Death¡± manhwa, weird as it was. Weird can be really good, in fact. In the past couple days, she¡¯d already read all 192 episodes of the ¡°Kiss Me Like I¡¯m Dying¡± manhwa and the (too short, in her opinion,) 72 episodes of ¡°June is Forever.¡± That was the problem with good recommendations¨Cit was fucking hard to savor them. All she wanted to do was read them! Burn through them the way they burned through her. Oooh. Shivers. But no. There¡¯s a stupid quiz on the stupid periodic table on stupid Friday. ¡°And the element for ¡®F-u¡¯ is Fuckyoumium!¡± she cursed at her notes. Someone laughed. A low, soft chuckle. Olivia perked up and tried to stealthily look around the cafe, but she didn¡¯t see anyone obvious. Quit being paranoid, she instructed herself. The crust is the best part So she had noticed him. At least, the ¡®shakenstirher¡¯ version of him. It was a good thing he was sitting with his back to her, otherwise she might see the stupidly large grin on his face. Then again, how would she react towards him if she thought he was just any other guy? Someone who knew nothing about her? Up until now, Talon had controlled every encounter to the best of his ability. When the time came for them to officially meet for the first time¨Cwhich would be soon¨Che wasn¡¯t sure if she¡¯d even recognize him. If he¡¯d done his job correctly, she wouldn¡¯t, even though they¡¯d had several lectures together. God, she was so cute. Of course, he already knew the whole Green Olive story, but it was amusing to listen to Zoe check off the four out of four things he had learned to find Olivia online. A man¡¯s gotta do what a man¡¯s gotta do, especially when it comes to his lady. Eavesdropping was practically expected, too, for the kind of guys Olivia likes. Meaning guys like him. Well, him specifically. Ah, yes. Friday Fri-yay. Though he found it annoying, Talon approved of the women-only activity that Olivia and her friends threw together a couple of times a month. It was good to know it was still on. He would be there¡­nearby. When it was time for the two friends to hang up, Talon closed his eyes and tilted his head back for his favorite part of their conversations. His kiss. ¡°Muah¨C¡± ¨Che pretended like she was kissing him on the cheek, closing the distance between them from a few feet to a few inches. Damn! It¡¯s just a kiss on the cheek, so why is he so hard all of a sudden? You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. She is perfect for him, that¡¯s why. Beneath his baggy black sweatshirt, he rubbed himself a few times through his jeans, just enough to take the edge off his hard-on, when he heard Olivia quietly say, ¡°And the element for ¡®F-u¡¯ is Fuckyoumium!¡± Before he could stop himself, he laughed. Then, he buried his face in both hands. Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect. She is perfect.
An hour passed quickly, where Talon was content to sit in close proximity to the target of his affections. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, at least for the time being. Eventually, Olivia had to leave. A few minutes after she packed up her stuff and left, Talon turned around in his seat and looked at the table she¡¯d been sitting at, studying chemistry. She¡¯d made a neat little pile of straw wrappers and other tiny bits of garbage on her dessert plate, which still had the crust of her berry pie. With practiced fingers, he nabbed the crust and popped it in his mouth, making sure to lick his fingers. ¡°You know I''ll always eat your crusts for you, babygirl. Mmm¡­¡± he mumbled to himself, then he slung his backpack over his shoulders and put his hood down, smoothing the short, fluffy light brown hair forward. ¡°Huh. What should I call you, my dear Olivia? Princess? Sweetheart? Beloved?¡± He couldn''t wait to hold her in his arms and kiss her forehead. Or take care of her after a night of wild sex. He''d make her come over and over again until she couldn''t stand it. She''ll be sore all over, he fantasized as he walked back to his car. Unlike Olivia, who was a traditional college student, Talon had gone to the army first, so he was a few years behind his peers in terms of education. However, he liked to look at it as being a few years ahead in that he already had a lovely house (only a short distance off campus), a nice car, and the means to take care of the person he cared the most about in the world. His beautiful Olivia. Just two more weeks. Friday Fri-Yay Olivia sipped the ros¨¦ in her stemless glass, brows furrowed. She was crammed onto a loveseat with Zoe, with her legs pulled inside her hoodie. ¡°You know you look super weird when you do that,¡± Zoe told her, sipping out of her glass. ¡°Don¡¯t care,¡± Olivia mumbled. ¡°Aw, cheer up.¡± Zoe tucked Olivia¡¯s long brown hair behind her ear. ¡°It¡¯s one quiz. You¡¯ve done like, super good on everything else this semester, right? The final will be a breeeeeeze. Whoooosh.¡± Olivia wasn''t bummed about the chemistry quiz she almost failed¡­well, not any more. Not after two glasses of wine. Now, something else was bothering her. However, Zoe had told her to stay off the forums, so she didn''t want to draw attention to what she was doing. Hence, stealth mode. Legs tucked in. Phone inches from face. And so far, it wasn¡¯t looking very promising. |??tinimartini 9d ago |Camping ??
??shakenstirher 9d ago Camping ??
|??tinimartini 1mo ago |Ooooh camping!!!
??shakenstirher 1mo ago Camping ??
|??tinimartini 3mo ago |Looks really good
??shakenstirher 3mo ago Indeed.
|??tinimartini 4mo ago |Got my tent
??shakenstirher 4mo ago Can I share?
|??tinimartini 6mo ago |Follw
??shakenstirher 6mo ago Follwing
|??tinimartini 6mo ago |Making camp!
??shakenstirher 6mo ago Pitches tent ??
|??tinimartini 9mo ago |F
??shakenstirher 9mo ago Ff
They kept going for more than a year. ¡°No way,¡± Olivia whispered to herself, taking another sip of her wine, her phone now an inch from her nose. She cast a glance over at Zoe, busy scrolling away on her own phone, but decided against saying something. Olivia was supposed to be staying off the forums. Not deep conspiracy diving. This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. She opened up another tab and pulled up one of the other websites she frequented under her ¡®tinimartini¡¯ alias. If this person has figured out who she is in real life¡­her cheeks grew hot. Them knowing about her yandere obsession was the least of her worries. Olivia chewed on her lip as she pulled up her posting history. ¡°Hey, Olivia!¡± her friend Candace shouted from the kitchen. Olivia sat up, immediately shutting the screen off her phone. ¡°Yeah?¡± ¡°You¡¯re signed up for that internship over summer break, right? The one I told you about?¡± Candace opened up another bottle of wine with a pop! ¡°Oh, yeah, I did get that,¡± she nodded, suddenly remembering that she¡¯d never told Candace about it. Whoops. ¡°Thanks again for recommending it. You saved me from having to move back home and giving up my apartment.¡± Her sweet, sweet one-bedroom, just blocks from campus. ¡°Yeah, you bitch!¡± Zoe mock-yelled at Candace. ¡°You were supposed to let her move back home so I could snatch her one-bedroom out from under her. Traitor! Pour me another glass to make up for it!¡± Olivia turned her attention back to her phone as the rest of the girls got back to their snacking, sipping, and chatting. Scroll¡­scroll¡­scroll. Did she miss something? Or maybe this forum was a bust. No¨Cthere! Oh, god. Oh, no-no-no-no-no!!!! tinimartini 11:46 pm 12-09-2022 I want something that can do that to my body. *shivers* can you imagine feeling suckers like that aaaaalllll over??? mmmmm the outside AND the inside shakenstirher 12:17 am 12-10-2022 I have a pretty good imagination.
tinimartini 11:46 pm 12-09-2022 I want something that can do that to my body. *shivers* can you imagine feeling suckers like that aaaaalllll over??? mmmmm the outside AND the inside *drools*
Olivia stared at her phone in stunned silence. This was from last year! It¡¯s the same username and everything as on Feddit. She looked over at Zoe, ready to open her mouth and tell her the new discovery, but Zoe¡¯s head was lying sideways on the back of the loveseat, her eyes were glazed, and she was singing softly to herself. Zoe was not going to be helpful. Feeling anxious, Olivia decided to head home early. At least in her own home, she knew where her weapons were located. Not that she¡¯d need them¡­ It had probably been a mistake to scroll through all those old posts tonight. What could they really prove, anyway? It only proved that someone on Feddit shared her tastes and followed her posts, both of which were allowed on the website. All she had to do was block this person and it would stop. But, if he knew her in real life, would he (she assumed it was a ¡®he¡¯ at this point) retaliate in some way? She chewed her lip again, then drained the rest of her glass. ¡°I¡¯m gonna head home Can-can,¡± she told Candace, ¡°I¡¯m not feeling it tonight.¡± ¡°Aww,¡± Candace soothed, then pulled Olivia into a one-armed hug. Olivia¡¯s shoulders fit neatly under Candace¡¯s arm. ¡°It¡¯ll be okay, hon. Go sleep off whatever¡¯s bothering you, ¡®kay?¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Olivia replied into Candace¡¯s boob. ¡°And call me when you get home! Don¡¯t make me worry.¡± ¡°I will!¡± Olivia only lived a few blocks away from Candace, so she wasn¡¯t too worried about the walk home at 9:30 pm on a Friday night. It was still too early for any troublemakers to be out. Not to mention, plenty of people would be out and about getting from A to B, so she felt relatively safe. Tonight, however, she felt like she was being watched. ¡°Stupid paranoia,¡± Olivia muttered to herself, speeding up her steps. In a couple of minutes, she made it home. She ran up the outside stairs, unlocked the door as quickly as her buzzed little fingers could, jumped inside, then slammed the door behind her. But even then, she didn¡¯t quite feel alone. Youre lucky you have me ¡°Like a little baby deer, completely unaware, aren¡¯t you?¡± Talon whispered to himself from across the street as he watched Olivia dart out of Candace¡¯s house. He was stationed between two houses in the narrow alley between them, hidden in the shadows. ¡°You¡¯re lucky you have me.¡± When Olivia was half a block away, he crossed the street and followed leisurely behind, making sure several groups of people remained between them. She seemed a little jumpy tonight. Talon¡¯s eyebrows drew together¡ªshe also left her friend¡¯s house quite a bit earlier than usual. Was she feeling okay? Talon watched her head of straight, brown hair hanging loose over her olive-green hoodie (cute), as well as everyone else around them, the three blocks south and one block east it took to get to Olivia¡¯s upper one-bedroom on Lilac Street. He made sure she scurried up to her apartment, like a little squirrel this time, before continuing two blocks farther east so as not to alarm her, in case she was watching him (the prospect made him tingle). Per his routine, he doubled back through a particular route and stationed himself in a spot with a good vantage point. He could catch glimpses of Olivia through the slits in her curtains until she shut the lights off. Only after she went to sleep did he make his way home, several hours later.
Talon was getting too excited to sleep these days. A plan over a year in the making was coming to fruition in just over a week. He felt jittery all over with the excitement of keeping Olivia with him all day, every day and doing everything with her. Pleasing her. Taking care of her. Protecting her. He would be her everything, just as she was his everything. And if she needed convincing¡­he¡¯d have the whole summer to do it. Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. Just in case, Talon went through his meticulously stocked supplies once again. Everything was already memorized, but at this point, it was somewhat comforting to see the harnesses, ropes, and straps he might have to use to secure Olivia. Part of him hoped he would need to¡­or that she would at least let him tie her up. Now he was hard again. Fuck. It was getting more and more difficult to keep his dick under control lately. All he wanted to do was Olivia. Olivia, Olivia, Olivia. She was his first and last thought every day. He woke up hard and went to sleep masturbating to her pictures. Obviously, it still wasn¡¯t nearly enough. ¡°I need her,¡± he groaned, unzipping his jeans in the middle of the basement and taking himself in hand. He imagined pulling off her black yoga pants and flipping her over, socks on and ass up on the nearby mattress. Talon had set up multiple areas around the house in preparation for what he was sure would be frequent lovemaking, just like he was imagining now. He¡¯d slide his jeans down far enough just to free himself, then ease into her tight, wet pussy, coating himself in her wetness. He was proud of his size and a little worried he would hurt Olivia until she got used to him, so until then he would take it slow, even if the pace was agonizing. But in his imagination, his next thrust would slam in, balls deep, and he kept it up until he could feel himself about to come. There was another item he kept around the house, conveniently located for times like these. Talon grabbed one of Olivia¡¯s empty mocha bottles that she¡¯d left behind in class just in time, and shot his load into the bottle, imagining it was her lips around the head of his cock. ¡°Olivia,¡± he mumbled, chest heaving, ¡°why do you torture me like this? Huh?¡± He let his head hang back as his dick softened in his hand. One more week of this. After a year of waiting, what was one more week? He couldn¡¯t rush it. He wouldn¡¯t. Everything had to go according to plan, or it would all go to waste. He just had to be patient a little bit longer. Things are looking up Done. She was done! Olivia quietly collected her things and walked out of her last BioPsych class, having just turned in her final exam. She felt good about it, too. In fact, she felt pretty good about all her finals, even the stupid Chem 102 final. And now she was done! And it was only Thursday! Her internship didn¡¯t even start for another week and a half. Once she got outside, Olivia looked up into the afternoon sky and breathed a deep sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the semester slide off her shoulders. It had been a tough one, but now it was over. First, she was going to swing by the cafe and get an iced mocha, fresh, not from a bottle. Then, she was going to do nothing but read the huge backlog of manhwa on her phone she¡¯d been collecting the past few weeks. That was it. That was her entire plan for the foreseeable future. Maybe she¡¯d pick up a few shifts at her old job until her internship started, but only if they were nice about it. She smiled. Things were looking up.
Why was everything so blurry? Olivia shut her eyes. Opened them again. Then shut. It was too hard to look...to see. She tried to listen instead, but it sounded like her ears were full of little bees. What happened? She couldn¡¯t think. Her mind was groggy and sleepy, and it wouldn¡¯t wake up. Her body wouldn¡¯t work right, either. Was she sick? Did she get in an accident on the way home? ¡°Shhh¡­it¡¯s okay, Olivia,¡± a low, deep voice soothed. A voice she didn¡¯t recognize. Even in her confused state, the hairs on her arms stood up, her body aware that something wasn¡¯t right. ¡°Who¡­¡± she tried to say, but her tongue wouldn¡¯t work right, either. She was helpless right now, completely at the mercy of this stranger. Olivia could tell she was lying down¡­probably? Things were spinning, even with her eyes closed, but gravity was likely still working. And she was lying on her back. In. Out. If she did some breathing and stayed calm, eventually she¡¯d become more alert¡­right? It was the only thing she could do at the moment. The only thing she could possibly try. ¡°Good girl,¡± the voice said again, soft, low¡­and close to her head. Was he lying down next to her? Olivia forgot about breathing and craned her head to the right, which made the spinning worse. When it slowed, she opened her eyes and saw a blurry face. Close. If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. ¡°Olivia,¡± the face said, and a hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. She flinched. ¡°It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay. I¡¯m not going to hurt you. I don¡¯t want to do that.¡± The hand slowly trailed down her neck, tucking her long hair back, then continued its journey down her chest. She tried to protest, but the man shushed her again. He swirled around each of her breasts with what felt like his finger, but when he grazed her nipple, Olivia realized she wasn¡¯t wearing a bra beneath her tank top. Is he going to rape me? she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, too, but they wouldn¡¯t close. Restraints? Her limbs wouldn¡¯t quite cooperate, but she could tug on them enough to confirm each limb was secured to a corner of the bed. Despite realizing the danger, a little thrill danced down her back. Stop it, she groggily tried to chastise herself. This is serious, this is real. She whimpered. ¡°Aw, it¡¯s okay, babygirl,¡± the man said quietly, soothingly. ¡°You don¡¯t need to be scared. I¡¯m going to take care of you, just like you¡¯ve always dreamed of.¡± He brought his head closer to hers and nuzzled into the nape of her neck. ¡°I know everything about you. I have everything you need¡ªthe food you like, your medicines, even your favorite toys¡ª¡± He slid his hand down to her crotch and his breath hitched as he rubbed the outside of her underwear. ¡°Your panties are damp, Olivia. I knew you¡¯d be wet.¡± He groaned. ¡°I don¡¯t think I can wait any longer.¡± She whimpered again as he shifted his weight on the bed and crawled on top of her. He¡¯s a big guy, she realized, her heartbeat sluggishly picking up pace. She could feel his hard-on through his clothes, the bulging heat pressing in between her legs. It was clear what he wanted to do to her, and there was no way she could fight him off, even if her limbs were free. ¡°Whaddo you¡ª¡± ¡°What do I want?¡± he finished for her, his hands sliding her tank top up. He smiled. ¡°You, Olivia. All I¡¯ve ever wanted is you. You¡¯re perfect.¡± He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. ¡°I don¡¯t want to hurt you,¡± he repeated, ¡°but I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s going to be sore the first few times no matter what we do¡­so it¡¯ll probably be better to do it before the meds wear off completely.¡± Meds? Olivia tried to shake her head. Drugs. Not that it mattered¡ªhe was going to force himself on her. Tears started to gather in the corners of her eyes and her next breath came in as a strangled sniff. ¡°Hey,¡± he soothed, stopping where he was. Inches away from her breasts. ¡°You¡¯ve fantasized about this, haven¡¯t you?¡± He tucked her hair back behind her ears and wiped her eyes with his thumb. ¡°I know everything about you. Everything you like, everything you¡¯re into¡­everything you¡¯ve admitted to getting off to online, thinking nobody knew who you were¡­I knew. I¡¯ve been waiting for you, Olivia. I''ve been patient.¡± Tentatively, he reached down and rubbed her underwear again, letting out a shaky sigh when he realized she was even wetter than before. Why, body? Why? She should be completely afraid right now, but instead, she was ashamed that a part of her, however small, was excited. Because he wasn''t completely wrong. Im going to ruin you Talon looked down at Olivia, her green eyes shining with tears. It made him a little sad that she seemed afraid. But she was also aroused, which encouraged him. She wouldn¡¯t be this aroused if part of her didn¡¯t want this, right? ¡°You know how they always rip the clothes off?¡± he asked her, sliding her tank top the rest of the way up and uncovering her breasts. He let out another shaky breath as he gently lowered his fingers onto her nipples. ¡°It¡¯s not that easy in real life. I¡¯d have to get something sharp to start a tear first, which would kind of kill the mood, don¡¯t you think?¡± Her nipples were hard beneath his fingers. ¡°Mmm,¡± he moaned and kissed each breast before sliding off the edge of the bed. ¡°Be right back.¡± His dick was so hard it hurt. It hurt so bad. But he had to be patient a little bit longer. Still, he could be more comfortable, so he slid his jeans onto the floor, followed by his shirt, boxers, and shorts. He sighed in relief as his stiff cock stood straight out from his body. At least it wasn¡¯t painfully trapped any longer. Talon grabbed a pair of scissors, a bottle of lube, and a vibrator from the top of his dresser and turned back to the bed. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, but these have to go,¡± he said, sliding the scissors into Olivia¡¯s underwear, near her hip. Snip, snip. One cut on each side and her panties, the only barrier left between the two of them, fell away. And there it was. Olivia¡¯s most intimate, secret place, was laid bare for him to see. ¡°Don-look,¡± Olivia mumbled, trying again to close her legs. ¡°Why not?¡± Talon asked, sliding a hand down her thigh toward her center. ¡°It¡¯s so beautiful. Of course it¡¯s beautiful.¡± And it was¡ªpink and glistening, just waiting for him. Olivia gasped as Talon slid a finger on the outside of her slick lips. ¡°Hey!¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay, Olivia. It¡¯s okay to give in. I know you feel like you should fight me, but I also know a part of you doesn¡¯t want to. You can¡¯t hide the fact that you like this.¡± She hissed as he slid a finger inside her. ¡°Hey¡­¡± she said again. Talon closed his eyes. Patience, he willed himself, even though he could feel the precum dripping out of his cock. She was so wet and hot inside. And tight. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. Testing her reaction, he started to slide his finger in and out. Instantly, Olivia bucked. He smiled. ¡°You like it, don¡¯t you,¡± he murmured, lowering himself beside her. His cock landed on her belly as he curled his tall frame around her, his finger still inside. He kissed her forehead. ¡°Listen. I¡¯m going to ruin you for men, do you understand? I¡¯m going to make you feel so good, I¡¯m going to love you so thoroughly that you¡¯ll never be satisfied with anybody else.¡± She tightened around him and he inhaled sharply. ¡°Think of this as me as fulfilling your fantasies. That¡¯s all this is. I won¡¯t hurt you, I promise.¡± He kissed her forehead again, then down the side of her face. Talon looked into her eyes as he added his thumb onto her clit, rubbing in slow circles, and was rewarded when her eyes rolled back. ¡°Your¡­name?¡± she gasped. ¡°I¡¯m Talon,¡± he told her, kissing her lightly on the mouth. She did not reject him. In fact, she ground into his hand harder. He groaned into Olivia¡¯s mouth and slid another finger into her pussy, making her gasp. ¡°Please¡­¡± she said, but she didn¡¯t say anything else, so Talon listened to her body. She was responding to him¡ªthe slickness in her pussy increased and her breathing grew more ragged. ¡°I know what you need,¡± he told her, kissing her nose and sliding down the bed. He withdrew his fingers just long enough to grab the vibrator, put a drop of lube on the tip, and turn it on, then he gently pushed his fingers back inside her. ¡°We¡¯ll start off slow.¡± He knew from what she¡¯d admitted online that sometimes she had to work hard to make herself come. Right now, Talon didn¡¯t want her to have to think about that at all¡ªhe just wanted her to feel good. To lose herself in pleasure. He lowered the vibrator onto her clit and she bucked in response, clenching around his fingers. He eased it back off, experimenting with different combinations of the vibrator and finger thrusts until he could feel her orgasm building. ¡°Good girl,¡± he murmured, ¡°let it happen. Let yourself feel good. You can feel how wet you are by how easy I can slide my fingers into you¡ªoh, oh yeah, that¡¯s it!¡± He hooked his fingers around and swirled her G-spot as she clenched, then let her grind and ride his fingers as she came. ¡°Ah!¡± she cried, then released a strangled moan. Her back arched off the bed and her knees shook, so Talon reached under her and supported her petite frame as she came hard. ¡°Good girl,¡± he told her, enjoying the feeling of her vaginal walls spasming around his fingers. "Well done, Olivia." As she relaxed around him, he withdrew his fingers and began to stroke himself. Next, he was going to claim her, and he was going to do it while she was still soaking wet and feeling good. He truly didn''t want to hurt her, but he was almost positive she hadn''t had sex in over a year, maybe longer. And he wasn''t exactly small. He swirled precum on the tip of his penis and positioned himself between her legs, then grabbed the bottle of lube. "What are you...?" Olivia asked, still a bit groggy from the drug and her post-orgasm haze. Talon spread lube up and down his shaft before pressing himself against her hot, wet entrance. "Like I said," he told her, leaning over her, "I''m going to ruin you." A twisted kind of excitement She was scared. She was. Who wouldn''t be afraid after being tied up naked in bed beneath a stranger? After being drugged? But was she scared enough? ¡°I''m going to ruin you,¡± Talon told her, rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips. Why did it feel so good? Why did she want it so badly? She shouldn''t want this! What the fuck was wrong with her? ¡°I don''t know if you remember, but the very first time I saw you, you told me I gave off ¡®Duke of the North¡¯ energy,¡± he told her. She cringed¨Cthat definitely sounded like something she''d say, especially after a few drinks. Slowly, gently he pushed himself inside her, then withdrew. Olivia moaned as he pushed in again, slightly deeper. Her hips lifted off the bed slightly, involuntarily. She wanted more! ¡°We were at Scully¡¯s¨Cyou were with your friends and I was there to get shitfaced because I was pissed off, but¨Chuuuh, damn you feel good¨Cyou walked by, tipsy, looked up at me straight in the eyes and told me that. Huuuh, Olivia, you¡¯re so tight. That was all it took for me. I''ve been obsessed with you ever since.¡± He slid his thumb over her slick clit as he slowly eased himself in and out of her tight cunt, and she couldn''t help but squirm¡ªit was too much! Too intense. ¡°Talon,¡± she cried, and he stopped. He leaned over her, inches from her face, which was much less blurry than before. He brushed her hair off her sweaty forehead. His eyes were piercingly blue. ¡®Blue like all the actors named Chris,'' she would tell her friends¡­if she ever got the chance to. He stared at her with so much intensity, she had to turn her head. He kissed her cheek. ¡°Are you okay?¡± he asked her. ¡°Does it hurt a lot?¡± To be honest, it didn¡¯t hurt¡­not yet. But she could tell he was big, which both worried and excited her. She wanted to feel how far she could stretch¡­god, what was wrong with her? ¡°You kidnapped me,¡± she panted, reminding herself as much as him, ¡°would you be okay?¡± Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. He grinned, which softened his eyes. He looked kind¡­and now that he wasn¡¯t blurry, she could see that he had a nice face. ¡°If it was you, yeah. But I''ve known about you much longer than you''ve known about me, so I get it. This is a lot.¡± He looked up at her restrained arms. ¡°Would you feel better if I untied you?¡± Her mouth fell open. Now she really was confused, and not just because the drug hadn''t quite worn off completely. ¡°I mean¡­yeah¡­but¡­¡± What kind of kidnapper unties their victim? Is she a victim? Yes, she told herself. You were kidnapped. This isn¡¯t normal. But she didn¡¯t want normal right now. Before she could think of anything else, Talon started loosening the restraints. Once her arms were free, he pulled her tank top off, then laid her down again, gently. Instinctively, she reached around him and then caught herself. She shouldn¡¯t be hugging her kidnapper! Right? But, he held himself still on top of her, resting on his forearms in a plank, and let her explore his body with her hands, giving her time to...what, try to fight him off? Of course, he had to be absolutely ripped, just like every male lead in every manhwa she''d ever read. This was literally a fantasy becoming reality. ¡°Checking for weak spots?¡± he asked, smiling down at her. ¡°Maybe,¡± she replied. What was she doing? He was all muscle. There was absolutely no way she could fight him off...if she even wanted to. He was on top of her, still partway inside her, and her legs were still bound to the bed. The worst part was, that the clearer her mind became, the more she wanted this experience. Olivia had never felt more defeated in her entire life¡­but at the same time, there was a twisted kind of excitement firmly rooted deep in her belly that refused to budge. Talon was bringing her fantasy to life. She just didn¡¯t know if she could trust him with her life. Everything she¡¯d ever been taught had warned her that these situations were deadly for women. She¡¯d already been drugged once. What was stopping him from doing it again? His promise that he didn¡¯t want to hurt her? ¡°You aren¡¯t going to kill me, are you?¡± she asked him, finding his eyes again. Don¡¯t look away, she instructed herself. Maintain eye contact. Talon looked like she¡¯d hit him. ¡°No,¡± he said, cupping her face with his hand, ¡°No. I¡­I care a lot about you. I have for a long time. I just want you to be mine, so I can take care of you and make all your fantasies a reality. If you let me worship you, you can be my very own saintess...my princess...my goddess...¡± His voice trailed off and he groaned as he pushed another inch into her. Olivia¡¯s head tilted back, exposing her neck to Talon, who bent down and kissed it softly. ¡°Ahh,¡± he breathed, nuzzling her, ¡°let me love you, please. Just give me a chance to be your everything...and...I''ll give it all...to you.¡± The urge to claim He was going to lose it any second. Talon could feel the instinct to fully thrust into her like a rutting animal rising within him. Hold her down and fuck her into he filled her with cum. ¡°Olivia,¡± he moaned instead, gently nibbling her neck as he slowly pushed his throbbing cock into her tight, tight pussy. He truly didn¡¯t want to hurt her¡ªdidn¡¯t want to make this experience any more scarring than it had to be. But damn if his patience and resolve weren¡¯t being tested to the absolute limits. ¡°Doing okay?¡± he asked her, ¡°Can I go harder?¡± When Talon looked down at her, a red flush blossomed in Olivia¡¯s cheeks before she nodded. Then, she slowly, shyly reached above her head and braced her hands against the headboard. ¡°Oh, fuck,¡± he whispered, never seeing anything hotter in his entire life. Talon lost it. All the desire and passion he¡¯d barely been keeping in check broke free. His hips moved on their own accord as they pushed the full length of him into her while his arms grabbed around her shoulders¡ªhe burrowed into her hair and growled, something he¡¯d never done before. ¡°Oh!¡± Olivia cried, and Talon regained control, feeling his heartbeat pound throughout his body. He held her tightly as she wiggled slightly beneath him. ¡°I¡¯m okay, I¡¯m okay. I just needed a moment.¡± When he slid back out he could feel the increase in wetness. She wants this, he thought, slowly sliding back in all the way, she wants me. He wrapped one arm around the small of her back as he continued his slow, thorough thrusts, getting her used to his length. Olivia¡¯s moans encouraged him, so he started to experiment with speeds and depths, watching her face intently to discover what she liked best. When one of her hands began to wander toward her clit, he started rubbing it for her with his large thumb. ¡°Ah,¡± she moaned, bucking her hips. Talon could feel what it did to her¡ªthe way her body responded to his sent a surge of something strange and potent through his body. The urge to claim her, mark her, and fill her with his cum rose dangerously close to the surface. ¡°Olivia,¡± he breathed, ¡°I don¡¯t know if I can hold back anymore.¡± He looked into her eyes, which were full of heat and need, and his heart almost burst with emotion. Do I love her already? ¡°Then flip me over,¡± she told him, her cheeks still flaming red. He bent his head down to kiss her on the mouth¡ªit was meant to be slow and sensual, but need quickly took over¡ªtheir tongues entwined, teeth nibbled, lips sucked hard, as if each were trying to claim the other¡¯s mouth. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. But Talon couldn¡¯t wait. He ended the kiss with a peck on Olivia¡¯s lips, then pulled out of her. She let out a gasp, then reached down to cover her empty pussy with her hands. He quickly released her legs from the restraints, then, as if she weighed nothing at all, he flipped her over and slid into her once more. ¡°Hhhnnng,¡± he growled, bending over her and kissing her shoulder, then opened his mouth to bite her gently. Olivia arched her back in response, grinding her ass into his groin, pushing him as deeply into her as he could go. ¡°Vibrator,¡± she said over her shoulder, then held one hand back to wait for it. Talon couldn¡¯t help it¡ªhe grabbed her hand and thrust a few times before giving her what she wanted, and handed her the little bullet vibrator that was still lying on the bed. ¡°I¡¯m ready,¡± she told him, tossing her hair back and glancing over her shoulder at him. ¡°You don¡¯t have to hold back anymore.¡± He shuddered. Could she be more perfect? Despite her petite frame, Olivia had a cute, cushy little ass that was big enough for Talon to dig his fingers into, which is what he did next. Then, he let the primal urge that had anxiously been prowling within him run free. He pounded into her as hard as he could, over and over again, holding her in place so she wouldn¡¯t budge on the bed. It only took a few minutes for her to come. ¡°I¡¯m gonna come!¡± she cried, her legs quivering. ¡°Want me to stop?¡± he panted, not even sure if he could. ¡°Keep going!¡± She grabbed handfuls of the sheets and pressed her face into the mattress. He slowed his thrusts and marveled at how amazing Olivia¡¯s cunt felt on his cock while she came, her walls spasming and squeezing him. He imagined what that would look like on the inside, and his own orgasm began to rise within him. ¡°Ohhh¡­¡± he moaned, slowing further, letting Olivia ride out her orgasm while his slowly built¡ªletting himself enjoy the frustrating sensation of slow, steady pleasure. "Faster!¡± Olivia suddenly shouted. ¡°I think I can¡ª¡± She cut herself off with her own moans as another orgasm started. Talon let his instinct take control of his body, and as Olivia started to tighten around him again, he saw stars as his orgasm peaked¡ªhe slammed into her one final time as he erupted deep within her, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her as close to him as possible. Talon came and came, his cock pulsing within Olivia. It was the best sex he¡¯d ever had. Ever. He released her butt and leaned over her, kissing his way up her shoulder until he could nuzzle behind her ear. When she turned her head, he kissed her deeply. She was panting, too, and had broken out in a sweat. They both had. Without warning her, he pulled her into his chest and fell to the side, cradling her as they landed on the bed. Post-sex spooning. Something he¡¯d always wanted to do, just like this. With his dick still inside, semi-hard, and cum leaking out. He wrapped his arms around Olivia and buried his face in her hair, which came below his chin when they lay in this position. He loved their size difference¡ªshe was 5¡¯2¡± to his 6¡¯4¡±. He could easily lift her in his arms and haul her around¡­and hold her in different positions while he pounded her. That thought was going to make him hard again, and his Olivia needed rest right now. Settle down, horn-dog, he told himself. She¡¯s not going anywhere. There will be plenty of time for more later. Bubbles, breakfast, and breakouts She didn''t want to enjoy the spooning. She didn¡¯t want to feel safe in Talon¡¯s huge embrace¡ªhe encapsulated her completely, which is something Olivia hadn¡¯t experienced with a partner before. But she did. Why did it have to be with her kidnapper? It was far too easy to lie in his arms and doze off, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. But eventually, Talon grew soft within her, and he sighed. ¡°It¡¯s time to get cleaned up,¡± he told her. ¡°Wait here.¡± He finally pulled out of her and a river of cum and wetness flowed out onto her thighs. She could hear Talon groan softly, but all he did was cover her with a blanket and tuck her in, then kiss her on the forehead. ¡°Be right back,¡± he told her. She rolled over and watched him walk into the en suite bathroom, then heard running water. He must be filling up a bathtub. Since Olivia had been rather preoccupied from the moment she opened her eyes, she finally took the time to look at her surroundings. It looked like a fairly normal master bedroom, apart from the restraints on the bed. But even those could be considered normal nowadays. There were gray blackout curtains on the windows, so Olivia couldn¡¯t tell if it was light or dark out with a glance, but a clock let her know it was 5:12 am. The walls were painted light gray and the furniture was black. She briefly thought of getting up and poking around in some of the drawers, but she was too afraid of getting caught. Talon walked back in, sat her up, clipped her hair up on top of her head, and then scooped her up in his arms. ¡°Oh!¡± Olivia yelped in surprise. She¡¯d never been princess-carried in her entire life. How did he do it so easily? Ah. She glanced at his bulging bicep and toned chest on the short trip to the bathroom, where he stepped into a big tub full of bubbles while carrying her. Talon leaned back and settled Olivia between his legs, coaxing her to lean back against him. The water came just above her nipples, which hardened in the hot water. Her vagina, too, throbbed and ached in the heat, but it was the kind of ache Olivia enjoyed feeling. Used. Her cheeks were already pink from the warm water, or she would¡¯ve blushed again. Talon wrapped his arms around her, just below her breasts. Every once in a while, she could feel a thumb running along the side of her breast, but she didn¡¯t think he was doing it intentionally. ¡°Tell me about yourself,¡± she finally said. ¡°You know so much about me¡­and I know your name and what you look like¡­and that you like to read manhwa and manga.¡± ¡°Hmmm¡­¡± Olivia could feel the rumble in his chest behind her, which sent a tingle down her spine. ¡°I¡¯m older than you¡ª25, but that¡¯s because I¡¯m ex-military. It messed me up quite a bit for a while, but I¡¯ve been doing better, believe it or not. My favorite color is¡­I have two right now. Olive green,¡± he gave her a little squeeze, ¡°and pink. I know it¡¯s weird for a guy, but I like it. Hmmm¡­I¡¯ll eat just about anything, but I stay away from artificial sweeteners. They give me headaches. As you know, I read a lot of manhwa and manga, so I don¡¯t watch a lot of shows or movies, but I will if you want to. I¡¯ll do anything with you.¡± Anything? She tucked that away for later. ¡°What¡¯s your major?¡± ¡°Political science and computer science,¡± he told her. ¡°Double major. Gotta milk that G.I. Bill for all it¡¯s worth.¡± He just seemed so normal. And smart. But here I am, sitting in a bathtub with the guy who kidnapped me, the guy who also gave me the best sexual experience of my life. Talon washed her body as if she were a precious vase, dried her off, and helped her put some moisturizer on. When the robe he offered her turned out to be comically large, he gave her one of his t-shirts that covered her to mid-thigh. She could tell by the obviously growing boner in his boxers that he loved the sight of her in his clothes. Not ideal for running away, but it¡¯s better than being naked, Olivia thought. Now that they¡¯d bathed, Talon took her to the kitchen and made her some breakfast, so Olivia had more time to look around and plot an escape route. Is he seriously not worried that I¡¯ll run away? Is he that confident I¡¯ll want to stay with him after he kidnapped me? Just because it was a fantasy of mine didn¡¯t give him permission to do it in real life! She watched him make her favorite eggs with a side of gluten-free toast¡ªof course, he¡¯d know she was gluten-free¡ªwhile wearing just his boxers, his back muscles on full display. Why, why, whyyyyyy does he have to be so fucking hot? ¡°Can I get a tour after breakfast?¡± she asked during their meal. ¡°You have a pretty nice house.¡± The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. ¡°Sure,¡± he agreed. His face was open, unguarded as if he didn¡¯t suspect Olivia of ulterior motives. It was nice¡ªnew, contemporary furniture placed throughout in trendy colors. In addition to the master bedroom Olivia had been holed up in, there were two more bedrooms and another one and a half bathrooms, with an attached two-stall garage. Olivia tried, but failed, to get a glimpse of his license place, but was able to see the make and model of his car, which she tucked away in her brain for later. She also noted a door leading outside in the garage. The backyard was tidy, with a few mature trees shading the stone patio and diagonally-mowed lawn. One of those guys, she thought. Just like her dad. There was a wooden fence around the yard, too tall for Olivia to climb over, and since she didn¡¯t spy a gate during their quick glance, she ruled out the backyard as a potential means of escape. ¡°It¡¯s really nice,¡± she told him again, telling he was genuinely pleased by the way his whole face smiled in response. ¡°I wanted it to be,¡± he replied, taking a sip of coffee from his mug. He watched as Olivia yawned, then said, ¡°Why don¡¯t we take a nap?¡± He took her back to the bedroom and changed the sheets before letting Olivia climb into bed, then he climbed in behind her and spooned her. Stay awake, she instructed herself. But eventually, exhaustion won out.
Olivia woke up, instantly alert. Talon¡¯s arm was heavy over her middle as she gently crept out of his embrace. ¡°Mm,¡± he mumbled, ¡°What¡¯re you¡­?¡± ¡°Bathroom,¡± she mumbled back, trying to sound sleepy. Thankfully he seemed to accept this reply and settled back into bed. In the master bathroom, Olivia relieved herself, then tried to find some boxers or anything else she could use to cover herself besides the shirt she wore, but the only thing she could find was towels. She grabbed one and tucked it under her shirt. Olivia¡¯s heart began to speed up as she started the next step of her plan. If he caught her and realized she¡¯d been tricking him all morning, what would he do to her? But she had to get out of the house as fast as possible. The longer she stayed here, the greater danger she would be in¡ªit was common sense. Even if he was a sex god. She eased open the bathroom door, walked across the carpet to the bedroom door, and quietly opened it. Talon stirred. ¡°What¡¯re you¡­?¡± he asked again. ¡°Thirsty,¡± Olivia replied quietly. ¡°Can I get a glass of water?¡± ¡°Mhm,¡± he replied, putting his head back down on the pillow. She let out a quiet breath of relief and eased the door shut behind her, then tiptoed as fast as she could to the door leading to the garage. It was probably quieter than the front door, and it was farther from the bedroom so he wouldn¡¯t hear the outside door and her running away. Go, go, go! she urged herself. The inner door squeaked a little, so she only opened it as far as she needed to before squeezing through, moving the towel to her hand to make herself skinnier, and then she ran through the garage to the outside door. Olivia panicked when it didn¡¯t open after she turned the deadbolt and the knob lock, then she noticed the sliding lock near the top of the door. She could barely reach it. Thank god! Then she was out! She ran toward the street and started frantically waving toward the closest car, which didn¡¯t stop. ¡°Asshole!¡± she snarled between clenched teeth, continuing her run down the street to flag down the next car, which thankfully stopped. She wrapped the towel around her waist before climbing in. ¡°Please just go,¡± she told him, a middle-aged Indian man, ¡°Just go for now! Please!¡± ¡°Okay, okay,¡± he said, pulling off the curb. ¡°Should I take you to the police?¡± ¡°No!¡± she shouted immediately. ¡°Just take me to my friend¡¯s house, it¡¯s on, uh, damn it! I don¡¯t have my phone!¡± Olivia took several shaky breaths, trying to remember the intersection. ¡°Campus Street and 37th West Avenue will get us close. Can you please take me there?¡± ¡°Are you sure you don¡¯t want to go to the police, miss?¡± he asked as he put the intersection into his phone. It was 2.7 miles away. Where even am I? ¡°Yes, I¡¯m sure, for now anyway,¡± she told him, ¡°I just need to go to my friend first. Thank you so much.¡± For some reason, her throat choked up and her eyes burned hot with tears, then the next moment she was sobbing heavily. ¡°Uh, here, miss,¡± the man said, offering a half-empty box of tissues. Olivia was crying too heavily to take note of anything during the drive, but thankfully she had calmed down enough by the time they got close to Zoe¡¯s apartment that she could point out the building to the man. ¡°It¡¯s that one,¡± she said, ¡°Please just drop me off in the alley, if you can.¡± She¡¯d go up the back stairs, in case Talon was watching. ¡°I don¡¯t have any money or anything to offer you, but you really helped me today. Thank you.¡± ¡°I hope everything goes okay for you, miss,¡± he said, his eyebrows still furrowed in concern, as they had been the entire time. Olivia darted out of the car, ran up the back stairs to Zoe¡¯s third-floor apartment, and banged on the door. It was 9:00 am on a Friday and she should be home, but she probably wouldn¡¯t be awake yet, knowing her. Eventually, a bleary-eyed Zoe answered. ¡°Liv?¡± she asked, confused. Her eyes quickly grew alert as she took in Olivia¡¯s bare feet, towel, and huge shirt. Olivia rushed into the apartment and slammed the door shut behind her, locking them both inside. ¡°Zoe,¡± Olivia choked out. She started crying again. She can run Admittedly, Talon was a little disappointed. Part of him had hoped she''d accept him right away, even though he knew better. This was real life, after all, and he''d scared her. He knew that. That didn''t make his empty bed feel any less empty. ¡°Olivia,¡± he groaned, hugging the pillow she''d slept on to his face with one hand and freeing his aching cock from his boxers with the other. He could faintly smell the shampoo she''d used, and beneath that, her scent. Thanks to yesterday, there was a gold mine of raw footage in Talon¡¯s mind. He knew what every inch of Olivia looked like. He knew what she sounded like, too. The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. "Mmm..." he moaned. It didn¡¯t take long for him to come, not that it helped take the edge off his desire. Nope. Now that he¡¯d had her, he wanted more. A lot more. He wanted her every single day, forever. Had he let her go? Could he say that? Talon laid on his back hugging her pillow. Probably. Though she¡¯d tried to be sneaky, he could see her eyes darting towards every door and window during their little tour, calculating. Olivia was smart¡­but he¡¯d had training. He could''ve stopped her, easily. Honestly, the way she thought she could escape from him was kind of cute. And, it was important for her to feel like she had some sort of control...for now. ¡°Olivia,¡± he sighed. ¡°I¡¯ll see you soon.¡± Fear is part of the equation Olivia was safe. She could finally breathe. It was 7:23 am on Saturday. She¡¯d been awake for the past three hours, huddled in her comforter, staring off into space. The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind of estrogen. Not only had Zoe dropped everything to take care of Olivia, but soon after, a few more friends had shown up to help her get to her apartment, pack up in a hurry, and take her to her parent¡¯s house two hours away. Safety in numbers and all that. Olivia had half expected to find Talon waiting for her inside her apartment, or at least see his black SUV parked outside. But he wasn¡¯t there. This didn¡¯t sit well with Olivia, but she hadn¡¯t taken the time to analyze the feeling¡ªshe¡¯d thrown clothes in a small suitcase, packed up her backpack with her laptop, chargers, and other random stuff she couldn¡¯t live without, locked up, and left. Her internship still didn¡¯t start for over a week, so she had some time to figure out what to do. Obviously, her parents were surprised to see her. She tried to pass it off as wanting to see them before her summer got too busy¡­but they grew worried when they found out her phone and wallet had been ¡°stolen.¡± Then they told her they were leaving for a vacation on Monday, so they couldn¡¯t help her much. ¡°I wish you would¡¯ve somehow told us ahead of time, sweetie,¡± her mom told her over breakfast. ¡°We could¡¯ve rescheduled. But Bob and Sue are going with us and we can¡¯t back out now. We can at least take you to get a new phone this afternoon.¡± ¡°It¡¯s okay,¡± she told them. ¡°I¡¯ll just see you today and tomorrow, and go back sometime during the week, after a trip to the DMV. I¡¯ll ask Betty for a ride.¡± Betty, the nice lady across the street who used to babysit her. She smiled at her mom as if everything was just fine. Internally, she felt like a cornered rabbit. What if Talon knew where her parents lived? A shiver ran up and down her spine. Olivia thought she¡¯d have more time to figure things out, but she only had two days of protection with her parents, then she¡¯d have to find another place to stay¡­until she could find a long-term solution. Her apartment wasn¡¯t an option¡ªhe¡¯d broken into it once already and kidnapped her there. Plus, would she ever feel safe there again? Probably not. Then there was the even bigger problem: herself. She couldn¡¯t stop thinking about him. She couldn¡¯t stop replaying the way he¡¯d manhandled her body, the way he¡¯d completely filled her, then carried her as if she weighed no more than a housecat. He¡¯d washed her so gently, but at the same time, it had been¡­arousing. Was it the way he touched her? Was it him, specifically? Was it okay for her to feel the way she felt? There was something else she thought about, too. The more she turned it over in her mind, the more it made sense. But¡­at the same time, it didn¡¯t make any sense at all! Had she escaped? Or had he let her go? By the time Monday evening arrived, Olivia was frustrated. She hadn¡¯t been brave enough to pack a vibrator, since she would¡¯ve had to dig through her sex toys in front of her friends and that was the last thing she¡¯d wanted to do on Friday. So now it had been days since she¡¯d been able to come, not without trying. And trying. But her fingers had rarely ever been enough and that¡¯s all she had with her now. Even after a glass of wine, she still wasn¡¯t able to get there. The doorbell rang and Olivia jumped in her bed, yanking her hand out of her panties. It¡¯s probably the worker guy. Earlier that morning, there¡¯d been a utility truck across the street. Her mom had answered the door and all Olivia had seen was a tall man in sunglasses dressed like a utility worker as she walked by with her cup of coffee. ¡°He said he might have to come back to ask to get in the backyard,¡± she told Olivia. ¡°We¡¯ll be long gone by then!¡± ¡°Okay,¡± Olivia had told her, not thinking anything of it. Her parents had left an hour later. Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. Ding dong. She checked through the peephole since her parents didn¡¯t have a doorbell camera. Sure enough, it was the worker, holding a clipboard and facing away at an angle. Olivia opened the door. ¡°Hi,¡± she said, a smile on her face. Then she froze. ¡°I¡¯ll need to come in,¡± Talon said, picking her up out of the way and shutting the door behind them with his foot. ¡°Miss me?¡± Olivia¡¯s heart raced. He found me. He¡¯s here. I¡¯m alone¡­ ¡°Hey¡­¡± Talon soothed, tilting her face up. ¡°I¡¯m not going to hurt you, remember? I missed you.¡± He bent down and pecked her on the lips, then pulled her shorts and panties down. She whimpered. ¡°Olivia, why are you so wet already?¡± Talon lifted her out of her clothes. ¡°I¡¯ve been so hard all day imagining this. Should I fuck you against the wall, like this?¡± Olivia¡¯s back touched the cool living room wall. Talon¡¯s hands were around her waist, holding her in place. She looked down to see his cock inches away. Her pussy clenched in response. ¡°Tell me you don¡¯t want this,¡± he growled down at her, his eyes burning with need for her, the head of his cock slick with precum sliding along her entrance. ¡°Tell me to stop.¡± Olivia leaned her head back against the wall and met his intense gaze. Then, she pushed down on him slightly. He got the message. She might¡¯ve been scared at first, but now she wanted nothing more than to feel Talon sink into her, which he did, slowly, with a deep sigh. She, too, felt some kind of relief from being filled by him. ¡°Were you thinking of me when you touched yourself?¡± he asked her. ¡°You can¡¯t hide it from me. I can smell it on your hand.¡± Olivia¡¯s cheeks burned as Talon pulled out and pushed back in. The wall texture scraped against her and she grimaced. Immediately, his face grew concerned and he pulled her off the wall, still inside her. ¡°Kitchen table? Couch? Bed?¡± he grinned. ¡°Your parents¡¯ bed?¡± ¡°M-my bed,¡± she stammered. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he carried her down the hall and plopped them on the bed. Of course, he knew which room was hers. ¡°Mmmm¡­¡± he inhaled. ¡°Smells like you in here.¡± He scooched her up and pinned her arms above her head with one hand. With the other, he grabbed something out of his pocket, then wriggled out of his pants and boxers. ¡°I¡¯ll take off my shirt if you take off yours.¡± He smiled down at her, looking like a normal person in love and not like a criminal who had just added ¡®trespassing¡¯ to his record. ¡°Fine,¡± she agreed, and he released her. She liked the look of his chest¡­well, his entire body was eye candy, if she was honest. It was probably time to be completely honest with herself at this point. The pleasure outweighed the fear; rather, the fear might be a part of the pleasure. Either way, fear was a part of this messed-up equation...and she liked it. ¡°Ah!¡± Olivia cried as Talon pinned her hands again, grabbed her waist, and slid inside her. At this angle, he could go all the way in. ¡°So deep!¡± ¡°Did you forget?¡± he asked, bending down to kiss her. ¡°Silly Olivia. I¡¯ll make it so you can never forget me.¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t¡­forget,¡± she said between thrusts, ¡°I thought¡­about you¡­all weekend¡­¡± Talon stopped. ¡°You did?¡± Why did he look so surprised? Why did he look so¡­so honored? Olivia bit her lip as tears pricked her eyes. No! Not now! He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. ¡°What¡¯s wrong, babygirl?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know,¡± she answered honestly. ¡°We can talk about it later¡­I just really, really need to come right now. Please.¡± She stared up into his eyes until his playful grin returned. ¡°As my lady commands,¡± he replied. Olivia shrieked as he flipped her over onto all fours. He pressed a vibrator into her hand, then slammed into her from behind. ¡°Oh, thank god!¡± she moaned, turning on the vibrator and letting Talon¡¯s thrusts build up inside her, reaching that sensitive spot only he seemed capable of touching. Olivia had been so horny, so on edge the past several days, that it did not take long for her to finally get the orgasm she¡¯d been waiting day for. ¡°Oh myyyy gooooodddd!¡± Her feet tingled. Her hearing was muffled. She was probably drooling. Eventually, she realized Talon was spooning her, still inside. He must¡¯ve come, too. Every once in a while, a satisfying spasm would squeeze around him, and they¡¯d both moan. He hugged her tighter. ¡°Olivia,¡± he mumbled into her hair. ¡°You¡¯re amazing.¡± If she were capable of words at the moment, she¡¯d tell him the same thing. Think of the endgame He hated leaving her. He wanted nothing more than to stay curled up next to her all night, wake up next to her in the morning, and make love to her first thing. But that wasn¡¯t part of the plan. At least, not right now. Someday, he told himself in consolation. Someday. She was deeply asleep in his embrace, which satisfied him to no end. The fact she was able to relax so thoroughly meant that even at an instinctive level, her body trusted his body to take care of it. He was breaking down her walls, little by little. As Talon slowly crawled out of the bed around 2:00 am, he firmly tucked the warm blankets around Olivia to mimic his hold on her. Softly, he brushed the hair away from her face, and she let out a little sigh. His heart almost burst. Why was she so cute? After that, he had to stare at her a few more minutes, watching her face in the dim room, lit only by the streetlight outside peeking through the curtains. To avoid waking her, Talon gathered up his clothes to get dressed elsewhere, but before leaving, he set her wallet and phone on her nightstand. He¡¯d already stuffed some cash (to make up for the trouble) and a note inside that said, ¡°You forgot to take these with you, silly. -T.¡± With one last look at her, he left his sleeping princess. Then, it was only a matter of quietly getting dressed, quickly poking around the house to gather intel (his habit), and leaving through the front door, making sure it was locked behind him. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. He left no trace of himself apart from the note and what was slowly dribbling onto Olivia¡¯s thighs. The mission here was done for now¡ªhe¡¯d proven he could find her, satisfy her, and then give her space¡­space she still thought she needed. But the fact she¡¯d begged him to help her come¡­Talon smiled as he hopped into his car a few blocks away. Was he a little bit evil for not leaving the vibrator behind? He knew she needed it to orgasm. No. That would make her all the more desperate for him the next time he showed up, which wouldn¡¯t be for an entire week. To be fair, he¡¯d be pretty desperate for her by then, too, but at least he could jerk off in the meantime. Would she go back to her apartment? Would she move in with one of her friends? Talon was a little excited thinking about what Olivia¡¯s next move might be, especially now that, in his opinion, they¡¯d gotten closer. ¡°Think of the endgame,¡± he told himself while driving. His goal¡ªto be her dream guy made real. The fact she hadn¡¯t gone to the police was an excellent sign things were headed in the right direction. But that didn¡¯t matter. Sure, it would be ideal if she went along with everything¡­if she didn¡¯t, well, he¡¯d already taken precautions. No matter where she went, he could find her. She would never be able to hide from him. So far, Talon had been able to keep most of this side of himself hidden from her, but if need be, he would show her. He would much rather mold her to the ideal, but if he had to break her first and then reshape her¡­he would. It was still too early to tell. Jealous much? Sometime early in the morning, before sunrise, Olivia realized she was alone. Was it the lack of Talon''s solid, warm presence behind her that woke her? She certainly missed it once she realized it was gone. It was hard to get back to sleep after that. Lying alone in bed, tossing and turning, Olivia became aware of her body, the swollen soreness between her legs, and the warm liquid that dribbled out whenever she moved. She felt used. A warm, pleased tendril uncurled deep in her belly¡ªsatisfaction, she realized, especially after days of feeling empty and wanting. When she finally decided it was time to get up, she noticed her phone and wallet on the nightstand, but her brain would not process their presence. Talon had left them here? Wait, Talon had left her here, alone? She thought he might be elsewhere in the house, but this made it seem like otherwise. Right. She¡¯d have to search the house now. Inside the wallet was several hundred dollars more than she had originally, along with a note. Pffft. Who did he think he was, her sugar daddy? When she turned on her phone and went through it, she noticed right away that all of her male contacts, except for her dad and her older brother, had been deleted. Everyone. All of the text messages she had with her guy, friends, hookups, study buddies¡­all the guys were gone. He''d probably read everything, too, before deleting it. Jealous much? she asked herself. Then again, this was in line with the behavior she expected from someone who was trying to emulate a red flag yandere. Then again, maybe it turned out she was colorblind to his problematic behavior. ¡°Unnngggghhh,¡± she grumbled, falling back into her pillow and pressing her hands into her face. How was she going to fix this mess? How could she live her life with Talon in it? It was a problem. He was a problem. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Bzzzt. Her phone buzzed on her nightstand.
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Correction. There were three men in her contacts.
In the end, Olivia moved back into her apartment after her friends helped her install some security cameras, her landlord changed the locks, and she got new safety equipment. Would it keep Talon out? Maybe. She hadn''t seen him in almost a week, but he texted her every day...not that she replied. His texts made her feel odd. For some reason, seeing "??T??" pop up on her screen made her stomach flip, but it didn''t last once her brain caught up. He kept treating her like his girlfriend. From her perspective, whatever was between them definitely wasn''t a normal boyfriend-girlfriend relationship...did he truly believe that? Or was this part of his plan to "ruin" her? It was Sunday night and Olivia didn¡¯t have the luxury of worrying about it any longer, since her internship started the next morning at 8:00 am. Her alarm was already set for 6:00 am (goodbye late mornings!) and she had her chosen outfit hanging up on her closet door. Now, she just had to fall asleep. Easier said than done.
¡°If I can¡¯t have yooooou, no one else will doooooo, Why don¡¯t you want meeeeee, oh how happy we¡¯d beeeeeee¡­.¡± Time to get up¡­Olivia groggily reached for her phone and snoozed her alarm. A minute later it went off again, ¡°If I can¡¯t have yooooou, no one else will doooooo, Why don¡¯t you¡ª¡± Oh, shit. ¡°Hello?¡± Olivia asked, belatedly realizing it was a phone call and not her alarm. ¡°Yes, this is Olivia Sullivan.¡± Olivia looked at the clock on her wall. 8: 38 am. Shit! ¡°Oh, my gosh, I¡¯m so sorry! I must¡¯ve set my alarm wrong, I¡¯ll be there as soon as possible.¡± Olivia jumped out of bed and got ready as quickly as possible, not even taking the time to shower. It still took her over half an hour to get ready, making her show up to work over an hour and a half late. On her first day. So much for first impressions. When she finally had a moment to check her alarm, she saw that it was set for 6:00 pm. She frowned. She could¡¯ve sworn she had set it for am. Mirror, mirror Talon had tracked Olivia back to her apartment last week, a move he had predicted. There were only so many places she could go after learning she wasn''t even safe at her parent''s house. He had fun watching Olivia and her friends secure her apartment. It wouldn''t stop him if he tried¡­but he was going to give her the illusion of safety for the moment. All according to his plan. So far this week, Olivia had slept in two days of work thanks to him messing with her alarms on the hidden mirror app he installed on her phone. He could see everything. Everything. ¡°Olivia,¡± he tsked, unzipping his pants, ¡°you naughty girl. Watching some hentai tonight, are we?¡± This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. It was torture being without her, but some hidden part of Talon was satisfied spying on her watching porn, getting off together without her knowing. He could only guess when she came, though, based on how long she watched. He thought about texting her something like, ¡°??,¡± in honor of the tentacle hentai they just watched¡­but that might clue her in. He didn¡¯t want her to put too many things together just yet. First, she had to lose her internship, which meant he needed to maintain access to her phone. She couldn¡¯t suspect anything for at least another few days. Maybe a week. Talon sighed, looking down at his twitching cock, already getting hard again at the thought of Olivia becoming dependent on him. Without a job, she¡¯d be more stressed, more desperate. More willing to say yes to him. ¡°Yes, yes,¡± he panted, his hand stroking faster. ¡°Olivia¡­¡± Welcome to the dungeon, princess Olivia stared into the glass of wine Zoe had poured her, but her mind was focused far, far away. She¡¯d never been fired before, ever. It was only an internship, but still! It was the worst day of her life. ¡°How the hell did you get so unlucky your first week of work, girl?¡± Zoe asked, settling in beside Olivia on the sofa. ¡°Like, you got a BINGO, straight flush, strike¡ªyou name it, you won it. Go buy a lottery ticket, seriously.¡± ¡°Hup,¡± Olivia hiccupped. She¡¯d been crying earlier, no matter how hard she tried not to. It felt childish to be blubbering about it¡­maybe because it felt like she hadn¡¯t even been given a proper chance. ¡°H-how could I mess up my alarm twice in a row like that? And the email thing¡­I swear I didn¡¯t tell them I¡¯d take care of it! I¡¯d never even read that fucking email!¡± ¡°I know, sweetie, I know,¡± Zoe soothed, rubbing Olivia¡¯s back. ¡°Water under the bridge. I think the best thing you can do is move on. Try to forget it. Do you think you can get your part-time job back?¡± ¡°Blahhhh¡­¡± Olivia grumbled. She hated working at the gym. It smelled gross and the gym bros were even worse. ¡°I know, sweetie, but it¡¯ll pay the bills until you can get something better, right?¡± Zoe was right. Ew. Ewwwww. ¡°Fine. But first, you¡¯ll have to get me plastered because there is nothing on tomorrow¡¯s agenda except sleep and wallowing in self-pity. Then I''ll give them a call on Monday.¡±
Clink, clank. Olivia shivered and pulled the blankets tighter. Clink, clank. Tug. Her groggy brain slowly realized something was tugging her right foot outside of the blanket. Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings. ¡°Olivia,¡± tug, tug, clink, clank, ¡°time to wake up, princess.¡± Cold fear slowly trickled over her. Talon. She opened her swollen eyes expecting to see the gray bedroom, but the room was too dark to tell. The bed didn¡¯t feel familiar, though. How the fuck¡­? She pressed her hands into her face, trying to recall last night. ¡°Welcome to the dungeon, princess,¡± Talon said. Olivia shivered again beneath the blankets. She was naked, of course, but it didn¡¯t feel like he¡¯d done anything to her¡­yet. He turned on some string lights, dimly illuminating the windowless space. A basement room, then. ¡°Do you want to be the misunderstood fiance of the duke? He¡¯s from the north, of course, and will later obsess over you after realizing the error of his ways. Or, would you prefer to be the princess tortured by her crazy, half-brother prince? How about you were isekai¡¯d into a novel as the villainess, and you¡¯re currently in the dungeon under suspicion of harming your seemingly innocent, but actually evil younger step-sister, the saintess?¡± Olivia stared at him. Now he wants to roleplay? She groaned into the pillow. ¡°Seriously, Talon? Why do you keep doing this to me? How did I even get here this time?¡± He huffed in amusement. ¡°You make it far too easy,¡± he replied. ¡°You make me worry. In fact, I¡¯m thinking I should keep you here forever. So, do you want to be my fiance, a princess, or a villainess? Those are your choices for today.¡± Her brain didn¡¯t want to work, and she had a headache. ¡°I need some water first,¡± she told him. ¡°I¡¯m hungover and have a headache.¡± ¡°Choose first, then I¡¯ll take care of you.¡± Damn, he was pushy. You¡¯re lucky the room is spinning, or else I¡¯d be taking care of your face¡­with my fist! Olivia grumbled in her head. She wasn¡¯t in the mood. But, she really wasn¡¯t in a position to make demands, seeing how she was the one chained to a bed at the moment. ¡°I¡¯ll be your misunderstood fiance,¡± she said, choosing what seemed to be the least violent of the three options. Talon grinned down at her. Olivias room Did this count as Olivia agreeing to marry him? Talon¡¯s chest puffed with pleasure and pride. Maybe, he thought. If she doesn¡¯t agree later on, I¡¯ll have to use this as her consent. If at all possible, however, he wanted her to choose him completely of her own will. He wanted her to love him just as much as he loved her. He got a cold sports drink out of the basement fridge and some gluten-free crackers, then headed back to ¡®Olivia¡¯s room,¡¯ also known as ¡®the dungeon.¡¯ The sex dungeon, that is. He¡¯d decorated it as a normal bedroom in the way he thought Olivia would like, but he added some special "toys" to heighten the experience. Olivia was grumpy, which was adorable. Honestly, she was lucky she was so adorable, or else he¡¯d still be angry with her. The memory of her talking to those two chads last night¡­ He handed her the sports drink and crackers and watched her sip and nibble, wondering how irresponsible her so-called ¡°friend¡± Zoe was to let Olivia walk home by herself in that state. The two guys had sensed easy prey and offered to ¡°take her out for a good time,¡± but she waved them off, saying she was on the way to her boyfriend¡¯s. ¡°Were you talking about me last night?¡± he asked her, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at her. ¡°When you told those two douchebags you were on your way to your boyfriend¡¯s house?¡± Olivia stared at him again, chewing slowly. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± she finally asked. She really didn¡¯t seem to remember. ¡°You¡¯re really lucky you have me, you know?¡± he said, his voice low. He brushed her hair back from her face. Those two pitiful excuses for men were lucky to remain unscathed, and it was only because Talon would rather be with Olivia than take the time to find and deal with them. ¡°As for how you ended up here¡­it was easy to convince you to come with me this time. Drunk Olivia ¡®looooooves¡¯ Talon. Or at least what he does to her puss¡ª¡± Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. She hit him with a pillow. ¡°Drunk Olivia is an idiot! I don¡¯t like waking up in unfamiliar places, not knowing how I got here. It¡¯s scary.¡± ¡°That¡¯s why I was thinking of keeping you here,¡± he told her. Her eyes widened. ¡°You can¡¯t.¡± Her face was frozen in surprise¡ªeyebrows high, wet mouth open in an ''o.'' ¡°Why not?¡± He ran his hand down her body over the covers. ¡°I can take care of you. If you¡¯re worried about your apartment, I can pay your rent for the time being. So¡­stay with me.¡± He''d pay for an empty apartment for years if it meant giving Olivia the illusion of choice until she gave in to him. Olivia was quiet for a couple of minutes while Talon slowly rubbed her body up and down over the covers. ¡°I don¡¯t have a choice, do I?¡± She flicked her hair back and raised her eyes to his, meeting his gaze. Her eyes were hard, angry. Fiesty. He smiled at her. ¡°I¡¯m glad you realize that, Olivia. You¡¯re so smart.¡± He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. ¡°Hydrate and rest up. There¡¯s an attached bathroom with everything you¡¯ll need, and a little kitchenette just outside your room. Your chain goes far enough for you to use everything. If there is anything else you need or want, just let me know. I¡¯ll get you anything.¡± He was about to get up when a mental image of himself flashed in Talon¡¯s mind¡ªhe flopped down on the bed behind Olivia, grinding his hard-on into her ass over the covers, then kissing her shoulder, sliding his hand under the covers to touch her skin¡­she rolled over to face him and pulled his shirt over his head and kissed him frantically. He groaned out loud and got up from the bed. Olivia wasn¡¯t feeling well, therefore, he could wait until later in the day. He would wait. He would. Now that almost everything had fallen into place, she was here. And she would be here for a long time. With luck, a long time would turn into forever. Black and white and sore all over White walls. White sheets on the bed. White blankets and pillows. White rugs on the white floor. White towels in the white bathroom. White silk robes in the closet. Everywhere she looked¡ªwhite. Unless she turned off the lights¡ªblack. She was going to be sick. Pitch black or white were her only options. Black or white. Black. Flip the lightswitch. White. Flip. Black. Flip. White. Flip. Is this how people go insane? Olivia heard Talon descending the stairs, so she threw herself on the bed and under the covers. Was it fear that made her heart pound, or excitement? Both? She could never figure it out in time before he opened the door. ¡°Good evening, Olivia,¡± he said. ¡°Is it?¡± she replied. ¡°I can¡¯t tell. Can I get a clock?¡± She asked every time she saw him. ¡°Not yet,¡± he said, taking off his shirt and placing it neatly on the dresser. ¡°You¡¯re doing really well, though. I¡¯m proud of you.¡± He jumped onto the bed and gave her a big hug, rolling her up inside the blanket, then kissed her nose. His face was inches from hers. Why were his eyes so kind when he was doing this to her? Did he honestly believe he wasn¡¯t doing anything wrong? ¡°Today we¡¯re going to do something a little different,¡± he told her, releasing her from the hug and untucking her. Looking down at her, he slid his hand between her legs with his lips curved to one side¡ªcocky. ¡°Are you ready?¡± He already knew the answer. Her body always betrayed her. As soon as Talon showed up, it started to get ready for him. Sure enough, his fingers came away wet, which he licked off. Briefly, she thought about telling him she didn¡¯t want to do anything with him, but once again, her courage failed. Besides, she was so starved for touch¡ªany touch¡ªthat she knew once things got going, she would welcome the attention. He made her feel alive while they were together. She could see colors in her mind when he made love to her. He stimulated her body, soul, and brain after hours or days of isolated boredom. ¡°Here we go, miss,¡± he said, hauling her out of bed like a princess¡ªa naked princess¡ªand taking her over to a wall. Oh. We¡¯re finally using the O-rings. She stood still for him despite the fear coiling in her stomach while he attached the wrist and ankle straps, spreading her out in an ¡°X¡± against the wall. It wasn¡¯t the first time she¡¯d been retrained, but it was the first time like this. Cloth slid over her hair. ¡°We can¡¯t have you see what¡¯s coming,¡± Talon said, securing a blindfold into place over her eyes. He won¡¯t hurt me, she reminded herself. Truthfully, he never had, not really, not if she didn¡¯t count the soreness she experienced after sex with him. She considered that normal. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. ¡°Olivia, Olivia, Olivia,¡± Talon crooned next to her ear. She shivered, then realized they hadn¡¯t discussed a roleplay today. She had no idea what to expect. ¡°Today is all about you, my love.¡± Olivia soon lost track of what was happening to her body. It had started with feathers and some nipple clamps, then progressed to vibrators and toys of various shapes he slid inside her. Some felt better than others, she knew that much. At that point her body was extremely sensitive¡ªthe slightest touch could trigger a wave a sensation¡ªand her muscles were spasming and trembling so much that she couldn¡¯t hold herself upright any longer. When had the fireworks started exploding in her mind? Pretty! She was vaguely aware of Talon unstrapping her wrists. He must¡¯ve knelt in front of her and draped her arms around his neck while he undid her ankle straps, because she clung to something solid and warm with her remaining strength. The next thing she knew, they were back in bed and he was gently massaging her limbs one by one as her body calmed down, until she was coherent enough to look him in the eye. So blue. ¡°Happy?¡± she asked him. Olivia couldn¡¯t fully open her eyes, nor could she move. ¡°Almost completely,¡± he told her, putting down the leg he¡¯d been massaging and picking up the other. She looked down and noticed his cock standing upright, extremely erect and swollen. She groaned, he grinned. ¡°I need to take care of this sometime tonight, I¡¯m afraid.¡± Later, after resting and snuggling, Talon¡¯s hands were on her body. She tingled and responded with an aching gush of wetness between her legs. Stupid, stupid body. Olivia balled her fists even as her legs dropped open, eager, despite everything he¡¯d done to her earlier. She knew this would hurt, yet she wanted it. She wanted him. ¡°Olivia,¡± he moaned, ¡°I need you. I¡¯m sorry, but I need you.¡± Why don¡¯t I resent him? ¡°It¡¯s alright,¡± she told him, even though she inhaled sharply in pain as he slowly pushed into her. ¡°Keep going. Slow¡ªslowly.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± he told her again, pressing his forehead against her as he gradually impaled her on his cock. Her vaginal walls were so tender, she almost came just from him entering her. She spasmed. ¡°Oh, my god. If you keep doing that¡­I won¡¯t last long.¡± He kissed her on the temple and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, then slowly began to pump in and out, mindful of her soreness. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and wrapped her arms around his waist to hang on. It hurt, it did, but it still felt good. How? Olivia moaned despite her efforts not to and she felt Talon¡¯s cock twitch in response. No, no, she was about to come again, for the dozenth time that day. ¡°Don¡¯t hold it in,¡± he urged her, kissing her temple again, ¡°let it out. Let me come with you.¡± His breathing was ragged and she could tell he was close, too, which turned her on¡ª ¡°Talon, I¡¯m about¡ª¡± A guttural moan erupted from her mouth as the sweet, sore sensation peaked within her and pushed her over the edge. Unlike earlier, which had felt like getting knocked down in a UFC ring over and over, this time, she felt like she was floating down through the air, knowing Talon would be there to catch her at the bottom. She spiraled in ecstasy around him, loving the way she could clench around his velvety firmness, loving the way his body responded to hers as he moaned and grunted, unloading deep within her. I should hate this, she thought, hazily. I should hate him. But as they cuddled up and fell asleep together, Olivia felt nothing but bliss.
Olivia woke up alone in the darkness. Her heart sank as the feeling of emptiness took over. She was back to her black-and-white world¡­for now. Wings with wings One month. Olivia didn¡¯t know how long it had been, but he did. When Talon wasn¡¯t with her, sleeping, or working, he was watching her. She didn¡¯t know about the cameras and he had no plans to tell her, just like he had no plans to ever tell her about the GPS chip he¡¯d implanted in her the first time he¡¯d captured her, or the mirroring app on her phone and how he¡¯d sabotaged her job, or just how far he¡¯d gone the past year to prevent her dates and hookups¡­all for her. Her period was due soon. According to the health records he¡¯d found on her phone, as well as the info in her period tracking app, she was due for her quarterly period, all thanks to the birth control shot she was on. He¡¯d already had a good idea beforehand, but confirming and getting accurate dates was important. Everything about her was sacred. What Talon hadn¡¯t known was when she was due for her next dose, which was sooner than he¡¯d like it to be¡ªin three months. Either he¡¯d have to figure out how to get his hands on a shot, take her into a clinic, or come up with a new plan. Just get her pregnant. He shook his head¡ªhe kept having that thought. The image of her with a round belly, his child inside of her, always made him ache with longing. But he knew Olivia wasn¡¯t ready for a child. She wanted to graduate, which meant waiting at least a year. Talon smiled. Actually¡­the timing is almost perfect.
A few days later, Olivia woke up to find red spots on the sheets. ¡°Talon, you fucker,¡± he heard her say through the camera, ¡°you don¡¯t even give me underwear. Am I just supposed to free-bleed for a week?¡± She sat up and laughed to herself. ¡°You¡¯d probably like that, you sick bastard.¡± Olivia grabbed several tissues from the nightstand and made do as she waddled to the bathroom, muttering, ¡°This probably wouldn¡¯t stop you from fucking me, either. You fucking¡­.fucker!¡± He grinned. One thing he¡¯d discovered early on was Olivia¡¯s vulgar mouth when she was alone. It made him love her even more¡ªevery time she cursed him, every time she said his name made his heart flutter. It was like hearing a cute, angry hamster yell and swear. Who wouldn¡¯t love that? She was simply adorable. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Back to the task at hand. It was time to deploy the care package. Twenty minutes later, Talon headed down to the basement, through the decoy room, to Olivia¡¯s room. She was sitting on the bed, a towel tucked between her legs. ¡°Sorry about your white sheets and your white towel,¡± she shot at him, full of sarcasm. ¡°They¡¯re a little bloody.¡± Mmm, feisty! ¡°I¡¯ll take care of that,¡± he told her, and she frowned. ¡°Here you go. Everything you should need.¡± ¡°How did you know¡­¡± Olivia trailed off as she eyed the white underwear (of course), pads without wings, pads with wings, tampons, menstrual cups, chocolates, snacks, and¡­chicken wings. He watched her face as she made the connection, as she pressed her mouth into a line, trying not to laugh. ¡°You saw the pads with wings video.¡± Who hasn¡¯t seen the video of the man coming home with a package of pads and a takeout box of chicken wings, adamantly saying, ¡°Pads with wings! Just like you asked!¡± followed by his woman saying, ¡°No, pads with wings. With wings!¡± ¡°I thought it would cheer you up. Here.¡± He also gave her a bag with a heating pad, some comfy (white) loungewear, and a stack of manga. This time, Olivia couldn¡¯t contain her gasp. Talon had intentionally withheld anything mentally stimulating, forcing her to rely on him for the past month for every single thing, but now was the time to introduce carefully curated materials that would shape her perception of him and their relationship. He wanted her to see him as the good guy, her savior. Her everything. Not very long ago, she had fantasized about being kidnapped and obsessed over by a guy like him, but the reality of the situation had scared her. That was fair. So he¡¯d resorted to Plan B¡ªkeeping her captive in the basement bedroom for however long it would take for her to love him. The stack of manga he¡¯d just given her included stories similar to their real-life situation, with the female lead happily accepting the male lead in the end. Talon just had to wait for Olivia to accept him, however long it took. He gazed down at her, his heart full of love and affection for the woman currently digging into a bag of chocolates with one hand and opening a volume of manga with the other. Yeah. He''d wait forever if he had to. Losing is winning? It was getting increasingly difficult for Olivia to tell the difference between what was real, what she wanted to be real, and what was pure fantasy in her time in the white room. Then, there was how she felt and thought she should feel (given her situation) and the dissonance between them, because they didn¡¯t always match. Mentally, she was a complete mess. Most of the time, she was aware of it. At least, she was pretty sure. Do you know you¡¯ve gone crazy if you¡¯ve already gone crazy? Talon slept with her every night now and she had gotten used to the feeling of his body next to hers while she slept. In fact, she was far more comfortable around him than she would prefer¡­rather, she thought she should prefer. Part of her still wanted to resist him, even though she found herself curling up in his arms night after night, wrapped in the warmth and safety he provided. Do I like him, or do I just think I do? Olivia had a lot of time on her hands to think about all this¡ªtoo much time¡ªso she did everything possible to avoid thinking too much. She colored every single page of the coloring book he had given her. She read and re-read the manga Talon brought, then begged him for more. If she thought too much, she¡¯d start to spiral, and that was bad. Bad, bad, bad. Especially when she was alone for hours. I don¡¯t even miss my friends anymore, I just want him. So, there must be something wrong with me...right? Sometimes, Talon would bring her upstairs and they¡¯d enjoy a meal, take a bath together in the large master bath, and watch movies or play games. But he always took her back downstairs in the end, no matter how much she pleaded and told him she wouldn¡¯t run away. Not like last time. ¡°There are only two conditions where you could move upstairs,¡± he told her. ¡°Well,¡± she pressed, ¡°what are they?¡± He just grinned at her in response, so her frustration grew. If promising not to run away wasn¡¯t good enough, what would be? Did she have to marry him? She could see Talon doing something like that. Ridiculous! But¡­why didn¡¯t the idea totally repulse her? Why did she get butterflies in her stomach thinking about Talon proposing to her? ¡°Oh, my god,¡± Olivia said to herself. She was lying on the bed with her head hanging over the edge. ¡°I have officially lost my mind! I want to marry my kidnapper. This must be Stockholm syndrome. I have¡­Stockholm syndrome?¡± But that means I lost! Now what? How was she supposed to cure herself of it? Was there a cure? Or would she have to get away from Talon first? Her stomach dropped¡ªleave Talon? Leave? I don¡¯t want to leave, she realized. I don''t want to leave! She sat up quickly, the sudden change in elevation making her momentarily dizzy. ¡°Talon!¡± she yelled, wondering if he could even hear her through the ceiling. Maybe her room was well-insulated to muffle yelling¡­and screaming. She swallowed. ¡°Talon! Talon, I want to talk to you!¡± She heard a thump above her, followed by the sound of him running down the stairs, and her heart leaped. He could hear her! If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. A moment later, he burst into the room. ¡°Olivia! Are you alright?¡± He walked to her in two strides and gathered her in his arms. That¡¯s better. She twisted until she could put her arms around him, too, and held on tight. As if Talon could sense some kind of change in her, he asked, ¡°Olivia? Talk to me, my love. Are you feeling okay?¡± She inhaled his scent, right in the corner of his neck and shoulder. He smells so good, so right. ¡°Mmm, yes, I¡¯m okay. I just had to ask you some things because you¡¯re the only person I can talk to. So¡­¡± Where to start? ¡°I¡ªI have a lot of time to think. And, as you know, I¡¯ve struggled from the beginning about developing feelings for you, because you did some bad things to me.¡± ¡°I did,¡± his low voice grumbled next to her ear, then he kissed her temple. She held in a whimper. ¡°I was bad.¡± A bad, bad boy...Don¡¯t get distracted. Do not get distracted! ¡°Despite knowing better¡­I mean¡­Talon, I don¡¯t want to leave you, and if that makes me crazy, then I¡¯m crazy¡­oh.¡± He went completely still in her arms. ¡°Talon?¡± ¡°You can keep talking,¡± he said softly, stroking her hair. ¡°Tell me more about how you don¡¯t want to leave me. Please.¡± His arms tightened ever so slightly. "Hey, do you remember when you said we were at the same bar a year or two ago? And I saw you there. Even when I was tipsy, maybe even drunk, I noticed you, and I told you that you gave off ¡®Duke of the North energy¡¯ or whatever.¡± Olivia chuckled and sighed. ¡°I was such a dummy; how did that hook you? Shush! Never mind, we¡¯ll get to that later. Anyway, my point is, that I did meet you under quote¡ªnormal¡ªunquote circumstances. Technically. I didn¡¯t remember you, but that fuzzy interaction might¡¯ve been stored somewhere in my brain. ¡°Anyway, I did a lot of thinking today. More than I usually let myself do. And¡­I realized I¡¯ve been resisting you because I thought that¡¯s what I should be doing. A captive should resist her kidnapper, right? But if I¡¯m honest with myself, I don¡¯t want to resist you anymore¡­I don¡¯t think I ever did. I just didn¡¯t want to seem like a weak, cheap¡ª¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say that about yourself, Olivia,¡± Talon interrupted, drawing his face back to look her in the eye. ¡°You¡¯ve never been weak, and you are the opposite of cheap. That word is disgusting. You are exquisite. Captivating.¡± He leaned in to kiss her lightly on the mouth. ¡°Does this mean you are accepting my love for you? That you¡¯ll be mine?¡± His. A tingle burst in the base of Olivia¡¯s spine and raced up to the top of her head. His. A wave of relief spread throughout her, and suddenly she began to cry. ¡°Olivia?¡± His. Now that she admitted it to herself, Olivia knew she¡¯d wanted this for so long. Why did I stop myself? ¡°They¡¯re happy tears,¡± she told him, ¡°I feel¡­relieved. Yes, I want to be yours. Yes, I¡ªeep!¡± He hauled her around his side and laid her on the bed under him. ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± he told her, his eyes blazing, ¡°I can¡¯t hold back any longer. I need you, Olivia.¡± She nodded, at a loss for words. Olivia understood what he was feeling¡ªthe urge to let their bodies seal the deal. And she was ready. She¡¯d been ready. ¡°Olivia, Olivia,¡± he mumbled, kissing her wet cheeks and neck, opening her white silk robe like a present, and sliding his fingers gently up her body until she shivered. Until his face was next to hers once more. ¡°Olivia. I love you so much.¡± He wrapped his arms around her and cradled the back of her head in one hand. She loved how big his hands were. In fact, she loved¡ªshe loved? ¡°I¡­¡± she gasped as his cock slid along her wet entrance, ¡°I think¡­I think I love you, too, Talon.¡± He shuddered and moaned, then slid into her. ¡°Olivia,¡± her name sounded like a prayer coming from his lips. ¡°You make me so happy.¡± For the first time in months, Olivia let herself be completely happy, too. The three job hazards Was there anything better than waking up tangled in the arms and legs of the woman you love? Talon didn¡¯t think so. No matter how many days in a row it happened, he didn¡¯t think he¡¯d ever get tired of it. Ever. As soon as he opened his eyes in the morning, as soon as he was aware enough to sense Olivia¡¯s presence next to him, euphoria started to pump through his veins. He would do anything to keep her in his life. Anything. So far, he was optimistic. But Talon was also grounded enough to realize that Olivia could be leading him on, waiting for another opportunity to try and get away from him¡­not that she¡¯d succeed. He did not think she hated him, though, not completely. There were certain things someone like Olivia, someone untrained, just could not fake. At least some of her affection and reactions to him were genuine. So, Talon let himself be happy. He allowed himself to pretend they were a normal couple. He¡¯d keep all the skeletons in his closet and Olivia would be none the wiser¡ªshe¡¯d never have to know about the chip in her arm if she never ran away. And he¡¯d never tell her about the guys he¡¯d¡­taken care of that one time when they¡¯d followed her without her knowing. Those kinds of secrets did not weigh on his conscience when it came to protecting his most precious person. There was one thing he did worry about from time to time, but he had put adequate safety measures into his house and property to prevent it from becoming a threat. That reminds me, Talon thought, absentmindedly stroking Olivia¡¯s arm as she slept next to him, it¡¯s time for another check. Tomorrow. He¡¯d do it tomorrow. That should be soon enough.
By the time Talon recognized the scent, it was too late. He and Olivia had inhaled too much of it¡ª-she¡¯d likely be completely out based on his condition. His limbs felt ten times heavier and they wouldn¡¯t cooperate as the bedroom light turned on. Three men in gas masks entered the room and Talon could only watch in slow motion as one of them wrapped Olivia¡¯s limp body in a sheet and carried her out in his arms. ¡°No!¡± he tried to yell, but his mouth wouldn¡¯t work correctly; a string of drool dripped out of the corner of his mouth instead. ¡°Long time, no see, T,¡± a mask said in a tinny voice, looming over him. Talon¡¯s heartbeat pounded in his ears, louder and louder. The last thing he saw was a fist flying towards his face.
As soon as they¡¯d got him down to his basement, they woke him with a nice bucket of ice water. It¡¯d been a few years since he¡¯d undergone such treatment, but he remembered it well. One grew accustomed to it in the line of work he¡¯d had the privilege of experiencing. ¡°Private military.¡± There was a lot of ¡°training.¡± So. They¡¯d found him. ¡°Only three of you?¡± Talon asked, mostly bravado. With a flick of his eyes, he could see Olivia was also tied to a chair, in a corner, her head slumped down. She was still unconscious. ¡°Where¡¯s Hedge?¡± The three men had taken off their masks. Marky, Jefe, and Bait. With Hedge, the five of them had been part of an elite cadre hired for a private military contract with a well-known global corporation. ¡°You remember how this works, T,¡± Jefe smacked him across the face, backhand. ¡°We ask the questions, bro.¡± ¡°And what am I supposed to know?¡± Talon replied, spitting to the side. Judging from the fact he could still get a little airflow through his nose, it probably wasn''t broken from the fist to the face upstairs. It would stay that way as long as they stuck to the backhands. ¡°I¡¯ve been out for a few years now. You should know that if you did your homework.¡± You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Smack. ¡°Shut your mouth until we tell you to open it.¡± Jefe pointed a finger into Talon¡¯s face, inches from his eyes. But Talon wasn¡¯t looking at the finger. He was looking at Jefe, and Jefe wasn¡¯t looking so good. Talon relaxed his face to hide his surprise¡ªJefe looked ill. Behind Jefe, Marky pulled out a back duffle bag and Talon swallowed. He knew what was in there¡ªthe tools. Shit. He had to think and think fast if he was going to get himself and Olivia out of there with everything still attached. Olivia. Don¡¯t look at her. Don¡¯t look at her. He squeezed his eyes shut. Thankfully, he¡¯d already worked out a couple of years ahead of time why the guys would hunt him down, if and when they ever did. It had always been a possibility. A job hazard, so to speak. You don¡¯t do what he and the other four did and walk away to live happily ever after¡­not without serious prep and maintenance. Even then, you also needed some luck. Assess. He needed to assess the situation. They¡¯d used one of his chairs for restraint, which meant there was a way out for him. All five of them were in the ¡°wet room,¡± the one with the cement floor and the drain, the one where an ordinary family might keep laundry and the water heater. Talon had set it up to look like a potential torture room¡ªthere were some sturdy-looking chairs in one corner, some conveniently placed eye bolts in the ceiling beams, and a utility sink with a counter along one wall. Fortunately, the guys had taken the bait. What wasn¡¯t easily visible were the sprinklers installed in the ceiling, along with some special cables in what looked like a breaker box. He could get out of the chair, but that honestly wouldn¡¯t be great for Olivia. They''d immediately use her against him and it would work. Talon needed her awake and somewhat unbound for his quickly-forming plan to have a chance at success. For now, he just needed to stall long enough for her to wake up. ¡°Heeeeey, T,¡± Marky said, sauntering up to Talon. The filet knife in his hand flashed in the fluorescent lights. ¡°Listen, don¡¯t take this personally. You understand, right? By the way, who¡¯s the girl? She¡¯s¡­cute.¡± Marky looked up from the knife and met Talon¡¯s eyes. His stomach sank¡ªhe knew that look. The look that said, "When we''re done with you, we''re going to have a good, good time with her before we put her out of her misery." Without warning, Marky drew the knife down Talon¡¯s chest, leaving a long, shallow cut behind. He hissed involuntarily. ¡°Pretty,¡± Marky said, eying the thin stream of blood that trickled down Talon''s chest and abdomen. ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± Bait called from across the room. He had a laptop open on the counter. When Talon just stared at him, Marky drew the knife down Talon¡¯s chest again, leaving another shallow cut. ¡°Talon,¡± he spat behind clenched teeth. Bait nodded at Marky, who moved to Talon¡¯s side and slowly sliced down his ribs. Again, it was a long, shallow cut, like a long paper cut. Marky was good. Talon knew that¡ªhe was stalling on purpose. He''d end up with dozens of shallow cuts, but the blood loss wouldn''t be too bad, knowing Marky. Come on, Olivia. Wake up, sweetheart. I need you. ¡°Theodore Alan Lawrence.¡± He spat out each name. ¡°Need me to spell it for you, too?¡± Marky smiled, and backhanded Talon. This time, his vision blurred a bit before refocusing. He could also feel parts of his face swelling. It doesn¡¯t matter, he thought. I can take it. So long as they don¡¯t touch Olivia, I can take anything. Despite the shallowness of the cuts, Talon¡¯s blood was already pooling around him on the floor, and a slim river of red was making its way toward the drain. Drip, drip, drip The pain didn¡¯t make sense. It was the first thing Olivia noticed when she slowly climbed through grogginess to be somewhat aware. The sounds stopped her from doing anything more than breathing. My head. It pounded like she had held her breath for far too long. Breathe in, breathe out. It helped regulate the pounding as she took stock of the situation. Despite the pain in her neck, she continued to hang her head in front so the strange men didn¡¯t suspect she was awake. My arms are tied behind my back and to the chair. Each leg is tied to a chair leg. They didn¡¯t fuck around with the rope¡ªit¡¯s all tight. Too tight. Even my skinny wrists aren¡¯t getting out of this. Fuck. At least they had done the courtesy of putting one of Talon¡¯s shirts on her, though the thought of them handling her naked body made her nauseous. Who were they? Why is this happen¡ª ¡°Theodore Alan Lawrence.¡± That was Talon¡¯s voice! Smack! Olivia couldn¡¯t help it¡ªshe jumped ever so slightly, but it didn¡¯t seem like anyone had noticed. Were they beating Talon? She cracked her eyes open under her long lashes. Thankfully her hair was also hanging in front of her face, hiding her open eyes even more. The floor was cement and she could see an iron drain, with blood¡ªblood?! She couldn¡¯t quite look up far enough to see where the blood was coming from, but she could only assume it was Talon. She could hear a faint drip, drip, drip. Fuck! She shivered, which strained her arms and legs painfully against the ropes. What the fuck was going on? Were they in his basement, or had they been dragged somewhere else? Breathe in, breathe out. Think, Olivia. Think! Had she been in this room before? Despite keeping her locked up for most of their time together, he had shown her around the house a few times¡­ No, she hadn¡¯t seen this room¡­but it could be the utility room. That would make the most sense if they were still at Talon¡¯s house. ¡°Who¡¯s the girl?¡± one of the men asked. She tried not to react. Someone spit, a goopy splat hitting the cement. Talon? Smack. This time she heard a groan after. That was definitely Talon. ¡°She your girlfriend, T? Hm?¡± A couple of the men mumbled something to each other that she couldn¡¯t quite hear. Then, she didn¡¯t have time to react to the sound of a few heavy strides toward her before a rough hand grabbed her chin and forced her face upward. ¡°Good morning, beautiful.¡± Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Fuck! The man had buzzed hair and brown eyes, but his skin looked jaundiced. She only spared him a glance before looking behind him to see Talon tied to a chair, his face bloody and swollen, with several long cuts on his body. Her stomach dropped. ¡°Who are you?¡± she asked, ¡°Why are you doing this?¡± The man smiled, then raised his hand to strike her. He swung his hand back¡ªOlivia braced for impact, but he stopped an inch from her face and cradled her cheek instead. ¡°You don¡¯t know the rules yet, so you get one free pass, sweetheart,¡± he said, stroking her cheek with a thumb. She couldn¡¯t help it as a tear escaped and ran down her face. ¡°We ask the questions, yeah? If you talk out of turn¡­well, we discourage that. Don¡¯t we, T?¡± Olivia looked at Talon and met his intense blue gaze. ¡°Yes,¡± Talon said, eyes still on her. More tears slid down Olivia¡¯s face. If Talon, who she¡¯d only ever thought of as strong and invincible, was in such bad shape, there was no way they were getting out of this. Talon¡­ He still held her gaze. She focused on him¡ªever so slightly, she saw him nod, breathe in, breathe out. Ah. He was telling her to remain calm. Breathe in, breathe out. Her limbs still shook, but she tried her best. Maybe he had a trick up his sleeve. Maybe he was just waiting for the right moment. ¡°Well, T? Who¡¯s the girl?¡± This time it was the man holding a knife that asked him. Blonde hair, about an inch long. Talon looked to his left then back at Olivia and nodded slightly before answering. ¡°She¡¯s my fiance.¡± Fiance?! Well, whatever. Olivia glanced to her right and noticed a black bag on the counter, with a few knives and other¡­instruments laid out. Her stomach churned. Was he trying to tell her what to expect? Or what to grab if she could get free? I¡¯m not getting free anytime soon, dummy! ¡°Oh ho! T thinks he can get married!¡± The man holding the knife calls her attention back to Talon, just in time to see him get sliced along his kneecap. Olivia can¡¯t help it¡ªa strangled shriek of protest escapes before she can stop it. Smack! Black and magenta. Shooting stars and lightning. Pain! It takes Olivia a few seconds to realize she¡¯s been struck across the face, and not gently, either. Slowly, she brings her head down and moves it side to side until the weird colors and flashes fade and the ringing in her ear stops. But it does nothing for the pain. Her face burns and throbs on the entire right side¡ªshe¡¯s crying from both eyes, but her right eye is swelling and blurred with tears. When she looks up, Talon¡¯s eyes are murderous. ¡°Until the Villainess Saintess is Mine, season two finale, Wolfhart. One minute.¡± His words earn him another smack to the face, but Olivia immediately understands what he means. Wolfhart¡¯s breakdown was infamous in the online yandere community. ¡°What the fuck does that mean, T? A secret message for your fiance?¡± the man at the computer called across the room. He had wavy brown hair a few inches long. ¡°Just telling her how much I love her,¡± Talon says. ¡°How I¡¯m willing to die for her.¡± ¡°Awww¡­who the fuck knew you were such a romantic?¡± the knife man said, as he took the knife and placed the point of it under Talon¡¯s chin. Olivia watched as Talon shifted his gaze up to the man¡¯s eyes. ¡°She did,¡± he said. Then, all hell broke loose. Until the Villainess Saintess is Mine Olivia understood what he meant¡ªTalon knew she would. He didn''t care that it got him another strike to his bloody, swollen face. Now that she was awake, he could break out of the chair¡­and take care of this, Wolfhart-style. In Until the Villainess Saintess is Mine, Wolfhart stalks the female lead, the Saintess, throughout season one, killing those who oppose her under the cover of darkness. In season two, Wolfhart kidnaps the Saintess under the pretext of protecting her from assassins, and she falls in love with him while in his care. Because of her personal journey with darkness (she¡¯s called the ¡°Villainess Saintess¡± for a reason), the two form an unbreakable bond¡­a bond that is later tested to the limit. It¡¯s at the end of season two, when the church sends in their Paladins to ¡°rescue¡± their Saintess, that Wolfhart¡¯s skills (and the depth of his obsession with the Saintess) really shine. The Paladins expect to win. After all, they have the numbers¡ªand God¡ªon their side. However, they make a simple, big mistake. They underestimate Wolfhart and just how crazy he can get. He¡¯s no ordinary warrior. In short, it was a bloodbath. This is going to be a bloodbath, Talon thought. He grinned. ¡°What¡¯s so funny, T?¡± Marky asked, stroking his cheek with the flat of the knife. Talon whipped his head to the left and chomped down on the hand holding the knife. At the same time, he put pressure on the chair at the right points, using his knees to pry apart the legs and pressing his shoulders against the back of the chair, until the legs snapped and the back cracked. Meanwhile, Marky was swearing and shouting, and punching Talon¡¯s head¡­until Talon broke out of the chair and swung a chunk of it in front, connecting with Marky¡¯s temple. He pried the knife out of Marky¡¯s hand, looked over Marky¡¯s shoulder, and saw Bait shutting the laptop and Jefe rummaging through the tools. Talon threw the knife and hit Jefe in the neck. Olivia screamed as blood started to squirt out of him in pulses. Despite his best efforts to stop it, he fell to the floor in seconds. ¡°What the fuck, man?¡± Marky shouted, tackling Talon. He twisted to the side, letting Marky hit the wall behind him and fall to the floor. Talon grabbed a piece of chair and flung it in Bait¡¯s direction before launching himself toward Bait, who was getting out a gun. ¡°No,¡± growled Talon, leaping at him like a lion taking down prey. Olivia screamed again, but Talon barely heard her as he knocked Bait¡¯s gun to the side and threw him to the ground with a meaty thud. This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience. He only took the time to punch him twice in the face, hard enough for blood to explode from his nose, before jumping off and grabbing the gun. Marky was already heading toward him again. Talon aimed and pulled the trigger¡ªclick. Fuck! Handprint-activated. Talon unloaded the magazine and chucked it squarely into Marky¡¯s face before heading to the tools. He stepped over Jefe and the pool of blood, grabbed a knife, and spun around to grab Olivia. They hadn¡¯t even locked the door. Amateurs. Talon pulled Olivia out of the room and was just about to close the door when Marky grabbed the handle. Talon kicked him square in the chest¡ªonce, twice¡ªand when Marky fell back on the concrete, he closed the door and locked it from the outside. ¡°Just a second, Olivia,¡± he said, his voice shaking. Next to the door were some light switches. Talon punched the small square of false wall to the right of those, exposing a hollow space with a small black switch. When he flipped it, a little orange light turned on, telling him the system was on and working. Good. He let himself take a breath. Good. Only then did he turn to Olivia and carefully start cutting her out of the chair. They could hear Marky through the door for a few minutes, but eventually, he quieted down. Olivia didn¡¯t ask. ¡°I¡¯m so sorry,¡± he told her, breathing heavily, ¡°I¡¯m so, so sorry, my love.¡± He was extra careful with the knife as he cut through the ropes¡ªhis hands were shaking. When she was completely untied, Talon sunk to his knees and rested his head in her lap. If she was disgusted by the blood and sweat he was smearing onto her thighs, she didn¡¯t say anything. They sat in silence, just breathing. He didn¡¯t expect her to forgive him for this¡ªhe should¡¯ve been more careful. He should¡¯ve done the check on time instead of putting it off for a few days. Then, he would¡¯ve known the guys were in the area. He would¡¯ve been prepared¡ª Suddenly, Talon felt Olivia¡¯s fingers delicately feeling his scalp, then moving to his face. They felt like little butterflies. His scalp tingled, a little painfully, but it still felt good as he closed his eyes. Then, he heard her sniff. He looked up, alarmed. ¡°T-a-alon,¡± she blubbered, sliding off the chair and onto her knees. Carefully, she put her arms around him. She doesn¡¯t want to hurt me where I¡¯m injured. His heart swelled with love for her. Despite the pain, he held her firmly in response. ¡°I love you, Olivia,¡± he said into her hair. ¡°We¡¯re safe now. I promise we¡¯re safe.¡± Epilogue: Forever Talon was fine with blood on his hands. It didn¡¯t bother him one bit if he was protecting the person he cared about most in the world. He could kill easily if it meant keeping Olivia safe and happy. He could do much worse than kill, if needed. That was a perk of being a self-aware psychopath. It had taken a few weeks to get everything cleaned up from that night. Olivia didn¡¯t ask prying questions, just if things had been taken care of or if she needed to worry about anything. He didn¡¯t deserve someone as understanding as her, yet, so far she had decided to stay with him, even after That Night. That made Talon very happy. Now, he didn¡¯t have to worry about hunting her down again or keeping her locked in the basement. In this respect, the guys had done him a favor. Trauma bonding was a real and serious thing¡­and now Olivia thought of him as her savior. It was the truth, ignoring the fact that he had put her in danger in the first place. Olivia hadn¡¯t wanted to stay in his old house, so they had moved into a new one together before the fall semester had started. It needed some work, but Talon was more concerned with getting a new, safe place for Olivia to sleep than anything else. She hadn¡¯t been able to sleep well ever since his old house was broken into. He had failed her. Sometimes, he could still see in his mind how the situation could¡¯ve gone another way, with Bait aiming his gun toward Olivia instead of him, or Marky knocking him out before he could break out of the chair. It could have been Talon and Olivia at the bottom of the river instead of Marky, Jefe, and Bait. Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. No. It didn¡¯t happen that way. No one will ever tie her up ever again, he thought, unless it¡¯s me. And only if she wants me to¡­or if she runs away. But running away was going to be tough for Olivia, starting in the next few months. She¡¯d never gotten her birth control shot. If she forgot or purposefully didn¡¯t mention it, it didn¡¯t matter to Talon, because he could see whether or not she made any appointments to get one. So far she hadn¡¯t. If things went according to plan, he¡¯d get her pregnant soon. Having a child with her would not only bring them closer together, but it would also make it harder for her to leave him. And if he was the perfect partner and the perfect dad, she wouldn¡¯t ever want to leave him anyway, right? ¡°Mmm,¡± Olivia moaned. Talon kissed her thigh, then licked her sweet juices off his lips. All he had to do was keep her happy, satisfied, and safe. She never had to learn about any of the unpleasant details, including how black his soul really was. It was better for Olivia to continue to think of him as her savior. Her hero. Talon climbed on top of Olivia and pushed into her, planning all the ways he was going to fuck her tonight¡­tomorrow night¡­every night until their bodies were too old. Even then, he¡¯d find a way to please her. He would never stop loving her. Never. Olivia was his. His. Forever. ### THE END