WARNING: This story isn’t for everyone. Please read with caution. Contains graphic violence and explicit situations some might find disturbing. Read at your own risk
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Now, I’ve woken up in a dark, luscious room.
A deviant playground.
I’m not alone.
The person that was drugged and taken with me is here, too.
Someone that I had come to see as a brother.
My best friend.
Suddenly, there’s a voice coming through the speakers, telling us we’ve both been chosen to die.
The only way out? Do everything we’re told to do.
This person wants to watch us. They want to be entertained. As she says, “I want to see you come.”
It’s simple: either we f*ck, or die
That bloody bitch thinks she’s the biggest villain here . . .
And I’m going to let her keep thinking that.
She thinks she knows how far I’ll go to save Ivy.
In reality, she has no fucking clue. I’d kill for her.
My humanity recedes while a demon is born.
I want their blood on my hands. The stakes are beyond high, trapped in this sex dungeon with no way out. Our loved ones are being threatened while we’re being forced to endure.
But none of that matters to me as much as the endgame. I’ll be leaving here once I take the two things that matter most:
I’ll be claiming my woman. And once I find our way out, I’ll be taking our captor’s life too.
She thought she could threaten my girl.
I’m about to show her just how wrong she is.
Someday to become a distant memory.
They’re dead and I don’t feel an ounce of remorse.
Instead, the relief is almost instant. No longer will I feel like scum because my heart lies with him—My Noah.
The voice might’ve forced my hand, but in the end, I’ll always choose my heart. I’ve lived within my fear of losing him and that’s now been stripped from me.
We’ve been forced to say goodbye to our past and I’m embracing my future with both hands.
I’m no longer afraid.
They want us broken, but instead they’ve unleashed a beast unwilling to submit. I’m an animal determined to save her man.
I no longer care who gets in my way or what I have to do. I will have that man . . .
And one day, we will both escape.
I found the way out.
Yet, Ivy doesn’t know it. Haven’t been able to tell her.
My plan is incomplete. Possibly flawed. The exit from this room is almost in the palm of my hand.
But there’s no telling what truly lies on the other side of that wall.
How the hell we’ll survive escaping this place.
How damaged we’ll be.
Jamie’s life is in our hands—one wrong move from us will be her end and yet, I can’t afford to let that stop me.
I’ll forsake their lives without so much as a blink to get us out. Their blood on my hands I’ll wear with pride.
To survive I’ll kill every last one of them.
It’s time we finally escape.
We’ll die if we don’t.
To strip us of our humanity. Devolve us back to our most basic forms.
They used our love for each other as the trigger.
Now, they’ve succeeded. They’ve turned us into something else.
Into creatures willing to spill all their blood, end-all their lives, in the hopes of finally being freed.
Even if we die in our attempt to escape, Noah and I are determined to take as many of them down with us as we can.
Before it’s all over, we will all bleed for their sins.
All of us.
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued by all forms of art–whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth-grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.
Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn’t until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and characters grow.