Page 129 of Vore: Part One

Forgetting all about the threat at hand, my legs are engaging and I’m lunging. I know I can’t catch him. I fucking know I can’t. But the brutal drum against my ribs lashes my arms out, coiling them around his torso as he falls backward.

His dead weight takes me with him. My body slams down on top of his, blowing a dull ache through my stomach. There’s not enough oxygen to breathe let alone make a peep. All I can do shift my knees around him and bolt upright, my hands working to the pump of my panic and searching him, slipping through the liquid drenching his shirt and pooling up to the notch of his collarbones.

“Razor,” I choke out, fumbling to get my hands around his neck. “Razor! Come on! Please! Please-please-please!” My lips puff, my entire face going numb.

“They marked you as a success,” a feminine voice sneers behind me.

A sob cracks through my chest, whipping over my shoulder to the long, blonde hair watching me from over Cash’s body.

It doesn’t even take my mind a withered second to register her, who she is, where I’ve seen her. That same stirring in my gut expands through my bones. It’s the same exact feeling that had me staring at her when she was pretending to be innocently curious in that fucking booth.

“You,” I waver, a snarl ripping my lips and baring my teeth.

She laughs, and that’s all I see before collapsing down to Razor, my body molding to his, like maybe I can save him by being armor.

But this isn’t a fucking fairy tale.

I can’t save him with a kiss.

And I can’t tell him that I love him one last time.

My cry is muffled against the iron soaking his neck, my limbs squeezing harder and harder around him.

“I really, really want to know what it is about your brain specifically.” Her steps stop next to me, the warm gust of her squat blanketing my arm. Raking her fingers into my hair, she combs it away from my ear and crowds over me, delivering her taunting, dry laugh to where I can hear it over my own sobs. “Let’s poke around in it.”

Hands latch onto my hip and thigh, tugging me away from Razor. I hold him tighter, burying myself in his blood and crying, the metal of his barbed wire chain brushing my lips.

“No! Leave me with him!” I plead through tears, my voice broken.

“Just fucking grab her!” Cassi snaps.

More hands grab ahold of me, ripping and tugging, using so more force their attempt to separate me from Razor keeps us together.

He lifts with me—until a loud zap runs electricity through my veins and forces me to let go.

My head bows back on a scream, my vision crackling to the currents knocking me into submission. I try to fight as they grab me and tear meaway. I thrash and scream, using every ounce of energy to try and break away.

But in the end.

I am weak.