Twisted Games

He pulled the knife down my body, starting with the middle of my lower lip, dragging it down to my right breast, playing with my nipple. I arched my back up towards Kellan, silently asking for more. He only chuckled and shaked his head, "Be patient Cataleya."

"I thought you said I would be calling you God. Maybe I should have gone home with that guy at the bar, he would've been able to make me cum." The breeze in the room is cold, leaving my nipples high peaks and the rest of my body im goosebumps; or that could've been from the knife making its way to my clit.

Kellan grabs my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His hold tightens and his hand slips to my neck. "If you had gone home with him, Cat, I would've fucked you in front of him so he knows that you're mine, and I am yours."

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬, little crow. People are starting to notice the cracks in her good girl facade. The subtle mood swings, smudged wine lipstick, her hair out of place. She's always been so careful, never letting her emotions get the best of her, until she can't anymore.

𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝, saint. He's had visions of her since he was 14 and he's never let the thought of her go. She used to be a delusion, an illusion his mind created when he wanted to die. Seeing her was never something he expected, and seeing her burying a body was the farthest expectation.

TWS !!! abuse, sexual assualt, forms of self harm, eating disorders, etc. Please read with caution if you find any of these triggering.
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