Caged Prey by Athena Storm & Zora Black

Author:Athena Storm & Zora Black [Storm, Athena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Athenaverse Press
Published: 2020-01-20T06:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Juliana

I’m not sure how long I passed out for. I woke on the floor, feeling bruised from the inside out.

I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing. I feel raw and sore, but somehow, deeply satisfied. I feel whole and complete in a way I never have before.

I was kind of relieved that he left the room straight after. I certainly wasn’t expecting a Reaper to hang around and cuddle. I needed some time to decompress and deal with what happened. If he had tried to have a conversation afterwards, I’m not sure I would have been capable.

One thing I do know for sure, I’m sick of being chained up. I just want to stretch out, lay flat properly. I also wouldn’t mind taking a bathroom break whenever I want instead of waiting for him to take me.

I sit up slowly, the remnants of the black gown falling off in tatters. I should find something else to wear. That’s a reflex of my upbringing. I actually don’t mind the nakedness.

I would never leave this room if he let me free from the chains. I hear screams and growls down the halls at all hours. I just got thrashed by a Reaper and even though it was consensual and as gentle as he could manage, it was still savage.

I can’t imagine what it must be like if they aren’t trying to be gentle.

No. I’d never leave this room. It’s quite comfortable, Goran’s narrow little bed looks comfortable even though I haven’t seen him sleep in it yet. The bathroom is small, but the shower is decent. He even has a couple of books and a small box that might be a comm receiver.

I don’t even think its my self entitlement spurring me on right now. I’m not craving freedom because I’m a rich bitch. Surely, if I was going to throw a bratty tantrum, I would have done it already.

The aching of my arms is suddenly too much and I decide I can’t deal with this position anymore. I need to lie down, I need to wash, and I need to take a look at myself. It’s not like I looked at my flower too much before. I might not even notice how it appears different now that its been fucked. Still, its raw and stinging and I want to look.

To my absolute shock, as soon as I start thinking about it, it begins to throb. What is up with that spot inside me that begs to be pounded? Do all women have to deal with this? It makes me realize why we suppressed sexual urges in my society.

I understand. I don’t agree.

I hunt around in my hair near the ears. After a couple of seconds, I find a few stray hairpins that didn’t come out in the shower or the sex. I twist it between two fingers then get into a good position to attack the lock.

At first, I just stick it in and twirl it around. Nothing happens.

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