Chapter 20

I’ve never felt such pain as when the bullet pierced my skin. I heard a clang and knew it had gone all the way through but my god, the blood, my stomach churning, my screams all pierced the room and I saw Thomas’s face change.

Why was he looking so f*****g pale when the bastard had just shot me.

“Shhh Winter” he soothes, racing off and fetching a towel while I continue to shriek at the top of my lungs. When he comes back he wraps it and looks at me contrite. “I wanted to make sure you couldn’t run off” he whispered and I glare at him.

“Well you succeeded” I scream, my voice hoarse “it hurts” | sobbed. Yes I know I sounded like a coward but you try getting shot and see how pleasant it feels. I get some satisfaction that theres blood droplets on the damn baby doll.

“There” he says soothingly and I can’t help but notice he’s put the gun down as he comes over and sits beside me, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I swallow, my eyes beseeching him to stop, in so much pain I’m trying not to vomit, even as I miserably notice that the blood has started to stop trickling. Every single movement of my foot or leg brings utter agony and there’s no way I’m making it off this bed anytime soon.

“All better” he says and I scowl at him. Is he serious? Does he think just because I have shifter blood that the injury bloody heals in minutes.

“No” I shriek “not all better you bastard” I scream and before I can so much as blink, his arm swings back and hits me directly in the face as I cower underneath him.

barely able to see through my eyes, they were that filled with tears. I see him bend down and then I felt bile rise up in my throat as he kissed me, his lips harsh against mine, one of his hands

and as he demands access with his tongue I’m forced to open my mouth to him. His tongue touches mine and it’s all I can do not to gag, it’s that slimy feeling and I’m getting no pleasure from the way it seems like he’s licking

my eyes looking away as he slowly peels his shirt off, kicking his unzipped pants and underwear down onto the floor. I don’t want to see it but

he’s gone this far. He smirks at me as he slowly climbs onto the bed, my

stare dully at the ceiling “I promised to make it good for you remember. It’s your first time and I want you to remember it forever” he finished

he kissed me, stopping me from crying out any more and then he moves, kissing the nape of my neck, one hand effectively strangling me as he does. I want more than anything to pretend I’m

pulling them down my legs. He gets gentler as he remembers the pain in my

says, his eyes glazed and I wonder if he’s pretending that this is

in his fantasy, because that’s what it was to him, pure fantasy. No way

for him to be like this wasn’t something I

down at my p***y. I force myself to grab his arm, my eyes to look directly into his. “Thomas” | moan feeling disgusted in myself “I want you so badly” I lay it on

down at it.

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