Bloodbound: Trapped in His Darkness

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e low light barely touches him, but I feel his gaze like a touch.

urmurs, his voice laced with mocker

my fear with defiance.

slow, cruel t

hair that should make him vulnerable. But he isn't. He's a p

all dark wood and iron fixtures. One

"Where am I su

his head. "O

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would grant you luxury? A warm bed?" He leans back, watching me like I'm somet

. "You think I wanted this? You think

e. If anything, he looks bored. "I

reathing, too fast, too shallow. I hate that

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bedience won't get you

d is merciless, the cold seeping into my bones. Humiliation knots i

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t. I scramble back, but there's nowhere to go.

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