Keeping Their Human: Monrok Warriors 2
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It’s too much. Snarling I twist my head, biting down as hard as I can.
He yells, and his face shades with rage. This time, when he hits me, it’s with his fist.
Pain explodes in my face. My ears ring. But a gleam of satisfaction unfurls inside me. His hand now carries my teeth marks.
“Filthy feral human. You will learn defiance will not be tolerated. Bring me the whip.” He snarls the last over his shoulder.
The word he uses for whip is different, but the translation rings through my head.
My stomach cramps in a sick knot. Regret grips me. What have I done?
When one of his big blue helpers produces what appears to be an electric cat-o’-nine, I begin to shake. The tassels are a glowing purple. The sound radiating from it is just like the shimmer wall of the room I woke up in.
“No, no. No whip. I’m sorry. I’ll be good.” My voice rises in panic. “I promise I’ll be good! I promise!”
The prince’s sneer as he takes the whip chills me to the bone.
My pleads turn to shrieks as the whip lands with screaming force, lighting me with agonizing electric current. Again and again.
I flinch at the whirling sound the whip makes right before it strikes. Burns. Scorches like flames. I have no arousal from this pain. Only agony.
Every muscles locks.
Cries rip from my throat.
It doesn’t stop.
Has my skin torn open?
I can’t stay here. Not in this body. My mind shuts down as I escape the pain.
A white haze fills my vision before all goes black.
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There is no such thing as time as I drift in a place where nothing can touch me. I have no idea how long I’m out. Blue men tend me. Smear creams over me that numb my skin. Give me injections that take my pain but leave me needy.
A hollow ache has settled between my thighs once again, but this time my mind is muddled. I try to swim to the surface of my consciousness only to be sucked back under to drift in deep waters. I’m hazily aware of men moving around the room. Standing over me. Petting me.
Like a gentle tide, their voices wash over me, masculine and deep.
Wet heat laps at my core. Circles my clit. I gasp in air, moaning at their touch. I want to ask for more. Beg for more. It’s not enough. A fever of want is raging inside me. But the fog that grips me pulls me back down.
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Monrok Warriors
Book 1 Taking Their Human
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