Inferno by Sara Fields

Author:Sara Fields [Fields, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 2020-12-07T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Kassandra

I woke up in a white room, secured to a bed with thick, bulky leather straps. My wrists were bound to the bed down by my hips and despite all my attempts to loosen them, they didn’t budge. The lights were dimmed in what I assumed was some half-assed attempt to mimic nighttime. The walls were a dull cream color and they were padded. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I had been committed to some sort of insane asylum.

During the day, the lights came on. At least, I thought it was daytime. I no longer had any track of time whatsoever. It didn’t really matter though.

Doctors came and went. Some of them talked about my periods of blindness and deafness, others talked about the possibility of schizophrenia and the fact that I was talking to voices in my head. Others spoke about my visions, several chatted about post-traumatic stress disorder, and one particularly zealous man preached that I was possessed by the devil.

Maybe he was right.

The longer I was imprisoned, the more the visions came. Soon, Markos consumed my every waking thought. Sometimes he would come to me and tell me about how he was going to fuck me, about how I was fated to be his, how he was meeting the demands of an ancient prophecy to make me his and how eventually he was going to rule the world with me at his side. I began to crave his darkness.

He told me once that he had mastered my body and soon, my mind would follow.

I shook my head, trying to force him from my thoughts, but it didn’t work.

Instead, he sat by my side in the padded room and drifted his fingers across my scalp, trailing along the dampness of my sweaty brow. With just his touch, my body reacted violently, exploding with an intense desire that left me breathless and wanting.

“Kassandra, can’t you feel it? Don’t you want me to fuck you again? Don’t you want to feel my seed dripping down your thighs once more?”

As he spoke the words, I could feel my body reacting to every syllable of his voice. It was more powerful than before and without him even touching my sex, I already wanted to come. It was as though his voice was liquid heat and I could do nothing but crave it.

“Markos,” I whispered desperately, ravenous desire boiling in the depths of my belly.

“You know better than to address me in such a manner. Don’t make me take you over my knee and teach you again. I’m sure you’re still sore from my belt and the whip, aren’t you,” he purred, his tone laced with warning. My tummy flipped inside me, panic and desire intermingling in an enticing mixture that left me wanting.

“Yes, Master, I’m sorry,” I replied, lowering my voice demurely as to not anger him. I didn’t want him to punish me, yet my body still smoldered at the threat.

“Good girl,” he mused quietly, and my heart jumped at the notion that I had pleased him.

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