----


    Did she moan like that when she was being fucked?


    I shook my head violently and lowered it, my hand covering my


    deformed face as a twisted, crazed smile formed on my lips.


    What kind of wicked seduction spell is this?


    Did this woman perfect something to make ves submit to her


    more easily?


    I can’t fall into her trap. She’s just another bitch I’ll kill once she


    helps me achieve my suicidal goal.


    I don’t care about dying, but I won’t leave this world without


    Lucrecia Silver’s head in my hands.


    That night, Iy on the floor with just a nket, thinking about all


    my next moves. I barely slept—sleep is a luxury I never had.


    Sleeping means trust, and I don’t trust anyone.


    “Mmm,” suddenly, a soft moan echoed in the room.


    1 lifted my gaze to her. She had her back to me, lying on the small


    bed, facing the wall. I thought maybe she was dreaming, but soon


    the muffled murmurs grew more obvious.


    I could see her through the darkness, the barely perceptible


    movements of her hand between her legs.


    I knew too much about sex not to understand what she was doing—


    the subtle shift of the bed, the smell of sweat and something else...


    intense, musky, and erotic.


    ----


    I swallowed, just watching her back. If l understood this correctly,


    she’de to release herself with me at any moment.


    My cock twitched and hardened at the thought.


    I’m fucking sick in the head if I’m getting turned on by the idea of


    being used like an object again by this sorceress, whoever the hell


    she is.


    If she came to me, I’d fake it. It didn’t matter pretending one more


    time.


    I’d spent my whole life resisting, enduring, fighting, always with


    the same oue.


    But she didn’t call me, didn’t use me.


    Minutes passed, and her moans barely stayed hidden in the small


    room. The movement of her hand was more than obvious as she


    masturbated.


    Her head shifted on the pillow, and her back arched stiffly, her


    whole body trembling when she climaxed.


    Why didn’t shee to me?


    My own body was tense, breathing ragged, the wetness at the tip


    of my hard cock soaking through my pants. I could’ve pleased her.


    P’dbeen forced to learn how to drive women crazy with pleasure.


    ‘Then I remembered her anxiety, the longing in her eyes at the


    auction.


    Those beautiful, deep eyes weren’t looking at me.


    ----


    She stared at that blond ve obsessively, even desperately trying


    to buy him—she wanted him for herself.


    T touched my ruined face, my body full of scars and abuse, used to


    the point of exhaustion, filthy, vile.


    Twas once a handsome young man—that’s why Lucrecia became


    obsessed with me and dragged me away from my elemental


    parents by force.


    Now, I’m nothing but waste, filled with resentment and darkness


    If she didn’t save me to abuse me, then... did she really do it out of


    pity?


    1 looked back at the bed, thousands of turbulent thoughts and


    feelings stalking my crazed mind and shattered soul


    Why do I feel so bad? Why does my chest hurt in such a strange


    way?


    Why does this cursed energy forced into my body want to im


    hers, to mix with hers?


    What kind of wicked spell is making me crave your touch and want


    to know more about you?