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“W-What?”
Tangling his fingers in my hair, he slammed my skull against the concrete. “Ifuckingsaid to repeat it, but since your memory seems to be as useless as you, I’ll do it for you. Youaskedto let you go. Well, little lamb, you want me to release you?”
“Fuckinglet me go!” I yelled, ignoring the stars lining my vision.
“Sure.”
And then he bashed my head against the floor, leaning more onto my injured knee. A groan was all I could muster; the pain flooding the back of my mind was nearly too much to handle. Warmth bloomed at the base of my skull. At the sensation, I became tempted to lean into the darkness it brought forth.
A sharp prick at the nape of my neck sent heat spiraling through my system. Immediately, a wave of numbness washed over me, my body slackening at the sudden intrusion.
“Enjoy your final look, because this is the closest you’ll ever be to freedom again.”
The room spun, a feeling of lethargy threatening to consume me. “W-What… did you… give me…?”
“Something to keep you relaxed. An…anesthesiaof sorts. It’ll keep the pain manageable, and you'll becompliantwith whatever the fuck I want.”
Eyelids fluttering, I tried to shake my head. “No…”
Threading his fingers through my hair, he brushed through the silken strands. “Yes, and you’ll do it willingly.”
“Please… N-No… Simon…” My breathing intensified, panic building as my body continued to relax. “S-S-Sim… Simon…”
“Shhh,” he muttered, continuing his strokes. “You won’t remember him anymore, not in the way you want. You’ll be too busy swallowingeverythingI give you.”
“Simon…” I whimpered, my frame slackening to the point where moving became an impossible task.
“It’s alright. You won’t have to worry about using your pretty little mouth for anything other than me. Your autonomy is mine, and if you thought the collar was drastic, wait until you wake up.”
Don’t fucking fall asleep, Liam.
It was a mantra I tried to keep repeating, but the edges of my vision only seemed to betray me once more. “Please… Stefan…”
“You left my kindness behind the moment you betrayed my trust. I’ll fucking find it delightful to see you spread, gagged, and chained onmybed.”
The last thing I saw was his marred face, the deep gash I’d left behind still dripping with steady flow of a crimson river. But it was the darkness that rippled through his right eye—his left no longer decipherable—that caused my stomach to twist.
It was a sultriness I knew only meant one thing: when I woke up, he would take whatever he wanted, and I would have no say in the matter.
He had won.
I was finallyhis.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SIMON
Sitting across from Oren and Thorne at the ass crack of dawn, I’d already downed an entire cup of coffee full of cream and sugar. It was the only way to drink the stuff, but I hadn’t planned to fight over the fucking creamer.
Oren kept them behind his arm, fending for them as if his life depended on it. Glaring at me, he scooted them closer. “Thisis for staring at… You know.”
“What? Thorne’s cock?” I said, unamused as I took a sip. “Want me to see yours?—”
“No.”
“My hell, you’restillon that?” Rubbing his eyes, Thorne extended his legs beneath the table. “It’s partially not his fault, considering how large?—”
“Stop talking about it,” he huffed, adding milk to his already near-white coffee.
