Page 248 of Once Upon a Fable

A female voice, not male.

“Wake up. You’re having another nightmare.”

A touch on my back, not my cock.

A touch that hissed through my blood and made unbearable hungerroar.

Whatever pleasure Levin had granted was nothing,nothingcompared to this new monster. Her touch was brimstone, reaching deep into my aching bones. Her voice was ambrosia, pouring down my parched throat.

I wanted.

Fuck, I wanted, wanted,wanted.

“Come on, please. I can’t bear to hear you beg—”

Beg?

What the fuck nonsense was that?

Ofcourse, they wanted to hear me beg.

That was what theyallwanted.

Every guest. Every session. Every rape.

They all wanted my screams, my denials, my pleas.

But she...she could be different. She could be the one to beg...for me. She could open wide and take me deep. She could be death. She could be life. She could save me and end me, and this could all be over.

The scent of burning flesh and charred skin suddenly shot up my nose. A fire roared in my mind, wrapping around me, melting the snow I was buried under, sizzling my skin until I was nothing but meat.

Nothing but a meal for these savages.

“Don’t.” I snarled. Flames licked over my back. It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. “Stop!”

“Kas, wake up! I made you dinner. Open your eyes.”

The voice grew strict, the touch turned firm, the smell of cooked meat consumed me.

That smell.

That acrid, cloying smell.

I knew it well.

I knew it because it was me. I was blistered skin and charred hair. I was flesh on a spit. I was dinner for all Fable guests.

The flames burned me alive, consuming my legs, my arms, my cock.

Whatever pleasure I’d found—the tiny shred of goodness—vanished under the gust of agonizing heat.

Levin’s voice howled around me, morphing with the fire.“See how slaves burn, Kas? You’re nothing more than scum. Yanked from the dirt to serve your masters.”

I groaned. “Stop.”

It hurt.

It hurtsofucking much.