Tangled in a Web of Lies (24 page)

The barn is set up like the warehouse where Odin killed Jaime, tools hanging from the walls, drums of gasoline in the corner, and that smell of fear, flesh and certain death that consumes my nostrils.

Odin grabs a pair of gardening scissors off a work bench.

“Remember when I told you my dad caught me mutilating a bunny?” he asks, turning back towards me. I nod.

“I held it down with one hand, and cut off its feet with a pair of gardening scissors. I expected my dad to beat the shit out of me like he always did and call me a freak. But he didn’t. He was proud of me. He knew I was like him.”

My heart beats irregularly in my chest and my hair stands on end as Odin makes his way closer to me with the scissors.

“Did it make you feel good?” I ask, trying to steady my breath.

“It’s no secret that I like to hurt things,” he says, reaching out and brushing my check with his thumb, still gripping the scissors in his other hand. It sends a shiver down my spine.

I know he does. I’ve never seen him happier then when he’s pushing my limits, making me scream. It isn’t until every boundary I have was pushed that I realized how strong I am. Odin taught me that, and in doing so, he created a bond between us that will serve as a chain, holding me to him for eternity, or until he cuts me loose, and tosses me out.

He takes the scissors to the bottom of my shirt, and cuts it open. My heart beats heavy in my chest, gazing into his cold blue eyes. In a second, my shirt is ruined, hanging open to expose my bra. He drops the scissors, and his hands immediately move to my breasts, his lips crashing against mine.

My body responds, pushing my chest into his hands. They are firm, groping hungrily as he groans into my mouth. He sucks on my lower lip a moment, before turning me to face the inside of the barn. I pant with need, my back pressed against his chest.

“After he caught me with the bunny, he thought I should graduate to the big league and he brought me out here. He pulled a girl out of one of those crates.” Odin gestures toward a stack of large wooden crates in the corner of the barn. “Her name was Laura. She was the first naked girl I’d ever seen in real life. She was beautiful,” he says as if he can still see her in his mind.

His lips are right at my ear, as one hand trails down toward the waist of my jeans, slipping into my panties. I raise my arms, and wrap them around his neck behind me.

“I remember, she had hair on her pussy,” he says stroking the smooth shaven skin between my thighs. Then his finger slips between my lips, pressing at my clit, and my body melts. I shouldn’t be horrified, not turned on. His words are sinister, but the movement of his hand is intoxicating.

“Tell me what he made you do,” I coax. Maybe once he’s able to get the guilt of what happened off his chest, things between us get easier. Hearing him talk about the twisted details of his past turns me on. It’s totally fucked up, but as his fingers press into my clit, and his warm breath trickles on my neck, it’s hard to dwell on how wrong it is.

“I watched my dad rape her, and then he told me to rape her. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I did want to fuck her.” His finger plunges inside me, and I gasp at his word along with the sensation.

“She was so scared,” he says, gripping my throat with his free hand, his teeth nibbling on my earlobe. I moan breathlessly, closing my eyes.

“She’d been in the crate for a while. I told her I’d be gentle, and she closed her eyes.” Odin’s hips push against me, his erection pressing at the small of my back. I find my own eyes fluttering. This shouldn’t be getting me off, but I’m going to cum, I can feel it. I lean the back of my head against Odin’s shoulder as his fingers continue stroking me.

“I started fucking her. It was wrong but it still felt really fucking good. I tried not to hurt her, but my old man wasn’t going let me walk out of here that easily. He prided himself on how much he could make a girl scream. He heated up a branding iron, and waited for me to start slipping.”

Odin’s fingers dive inside me, pumping in and out. My legs get weaker beneath me, and I hold onto him for strength. When they slip from my entrance they’re warm and slick. He drags them across my clit again, firmly massaging the swollen bead.

“Fuck,” I whisper, moments away from my entire body giving into his touch.

“Just as I started to cum, my old man came up behind her and branded her on the ass. She screamed, and her hips jerked into me,” he says, pulling me closer. “I’m not going lie, it made me cum harder.”

His fingers dig into my clit and I lose myself. I know it’s sick, cumming in Odin’s hand as he shares this heinous memory. He holds me close while my body shakes and trembles in his arms. His one hand firmly gropes my breast and the other tears my pussy apart, clawing at my clit, forcing me to scream.

My legs give out beneath me, but Odin holds me still until I’m finished. I’m panting aimlessly when he says,

“It was the hottest, and at the time, most fucked up thing that ever happened to me. It ruined me. I hated myself for enjoying it. I hated myself for not having the balls to fight my old man. And until you babe, I don’t think I ever quit hating myself.”

I turn my head to kiss him, lost in the dark abyss that is Odin. His tongue dips into my mouth as I pull his lips into mine.

“You never react the way I expect,” he says, gazing down at me.

I shrug my shoulders. “When you love someone, you learn to look past a lot of things. Maybe I’m just being crazy, but I don’t blame you for the things that happened here, Odin. Sometimes things are out of our control, and we have no other option but to adapt and survive.”

“You should have never fallen love with me, Lila.”

“Is it too late to change my mind?” I try and lighten the mood by teasing him.

“Oh, it’s way too late for you now. I’ll never let you get away again. If I can’t have you, no one can.”

The threat in his voice is real. The look in his eye dares me to test him. There’s something incredibly sexy about his possessiveness. Taking his challenge, I whip my head around and run for the door of the barn.

I take off running as fast as I can, into the woods behind the barn. I run as though I am his victim, trapped in this hell hole. I feel the wind in my hair as I sprint through the trees, never looking to see if Odin is behind me.

He crashes into me, hurling me onto the rough ground. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he asks, climbing on top of me and pinning my wrists at the sides of my head.

Odin is excited, it shows in his smile. Any normal girl would be in full panic mode right now. But not me, I get high on the thrill of Odin, never knowing what will come next.

“Where you going, baby?” His gaze is intimidating, but it hardly works on me.

“Running away,” I reply with a devilish grin. I shouldn’t be pushing his buttons. Knowing what he’s done, what he’s capable of doing, I’m flirting with disaster instigating him like this. My chest rises between us with every breath I take, catching his attention. I’m still wearing my shirt filleted open, exposing my bra.

“You can’t run from me, Lila. I’ll never let you get away. If I have to lock you to my dungeon walls, I will. I own you.” Odin’s cock is hard as fuck, pushing against me through our pants. His hands move down my body as his lips press hard into mine. He jerks my pants down, and I help kick them off my feet, in a hurry to feel him inside me.

Odin’s belt buckle is cold against my belly as he pulls himself free through his zipper. I look down to watch as he impales me. He hits bottom immediately with one hard thrust. I moan, tossing my head back, I embrace him. He’s rough, as usual. He tears into me like an addict tears into their drug of choice after a sober streak. It’s fucking hot, even though he’s huge and it hurts. I scream into the wilderness with no one around to hear me. It’s a helpless, yet liberating feeling. He heaves into me, over and over, fucking me into the ground beneath us.

My voice echoes through the trees. My arms curl around his back, nails clawing at his skin. I want him to cum, but it’s been a challenge for him to let go. I can tell he wants it too, that’s why he’s so rough. His hands dig into my hips, holding them in place while he slams home.

“Please, Daddy. I want you to cum in me!” I beg.

His hand catches my throat, forcing me to be quiet while he concentrates on his release. I take every inch of his hard cock, wrapping my legs around him as his grip around my throat tightens. I breathe steadily, letting go of myself and opening up to him.

His hand moves from my throat to my breast, grasping it tightly in his palm. He pulls my bra down, exposing my nipple, and leans down to take it into his mouth. My hands tangle through his blonde hair while he sucks on my breast. His thrusts come slower for a moment, penetrating deeper. Then his teeth bite at my nipple. I scream but he doesn’t let go. I pull at his hair, and he bites down harder.

Odin shifts, pinning his hand over my mouth. I scream around his palm as his he thrusts deep and hard inside of me. His teeth release my nipple, and I reach to grab my breast. I can hardly breathe around his hand that blocks most of my nostrils as well as my mouth.

He gets more aggressive, giving it to me hard, and fast. I keep expecting him to blow inside me, but his aggravated growls tell me that as much as he wants it, he can’t. It drives him mad, and he takes it out on me, fucking me so hard it hurts. His grip over my mouth becomes so tight I can’t breathe at all. I grab onto his wrist, but I can’t move his arm away. He’s too powerful. I can feel my heart beating heavily in my head, pounding painfully. I try to scream, I try to look into his eyes and beg him to loosen up. But his eyes are cold, teeth bared as he tries savagely to take an orgasm from me.

I try desperately to move his hand, but he doesn’t budge.

“Don’t fight me!” he growls, slamming into me over and over. My vision gets darker, creating a tunnel that shrinks quickly. I stop fighting. My arms and legs lose their grip on him, and I fade into the darkness of my mind.

Devil’s Cut

Lila slips into unconsciousness. With his hand over her mouth, she can’t take in any air, but he doesn’t inhibit the blood flow to her brain. That can be dangerous. His balls are tight, aching for release. But it doesn’t come, even after her eyes flutter and she passes out in his grip.

Odin lets go, frustrated. He gently runs his thumb over her lip, feeling her breath. Her red tangled curls lie on the ground, casting what looks like flames in a halo around her perfect face.

He tried to warn her. She wanted to face the darkness that makes him who he is. It was easy to be gentle with her in the beginning, but with the image of Jaime burned into his head, it’s hard not to get violent when he fucks her. He feels like a hungry animal, feasting on his prey as she lies on the ground unconscious. She is prey. Prey that has been hunted, captured, and is now owned. Prey that has become a beloved pet.

He has become downright fucking obsessed. How can he not be? She’s beautiful, and able to overlook his flaws. She makes everything better, his guilt more bearable. And she takes to pain like a moth to the flame, blindly throwing herself into his darkness.

Maybe if this moth knew exactly what would happen the moment it touched the light, it would fly away. But Lila’s chance to fly has come and gone. No more running, never again.

He zips his still hard cock back into his jeans in a hurry. He grabs up Lila’s pants, tossing them over his shoulder before bending down to lift her. She too, is tossed over his shoulder and carried back toward the barn.

It’s time to show this rabbit the bottom of the hole, a place no other girl would dare to roam.

Behind the barn is an old slaughter house where Odin carries Lila. Inside, blood stains the cement walls. There are hooks hanging from the ceiling, where once animals used to be hung to butcher. One wall is lined with open tile showers, the drains in the bottom, also tarnished with blood.

Odin knows cows weren’t the only thing to shed blood here. He watched his father hang a girl from the ceiling and peel her skin away with a hunting knife while she struggled in her restraints, screaming behind her gag. Then he’d told Odin to rub her down in salt, to keep her alive long enough to fuck. Not that it mattered. His old man had no problem fucking a bitch once she’d passed on.

Lila is already starting to regain her senses, moaning in a daze as he sets her up on an old metal table, and begins to wrap her wrists in chains. Her head moves back and forth against the wall she’s leaning on. Before she has a chance to fully snap out of it, Odin hoists her up once more, looping the slack in the chain between her wrists over a hook in the ceiling.

Her toes barely reach the floor, the tips of her shoes grazing back and forth trying to gain footing on the cement. Her head lulls between her arms, struggling to gain back consciousness with her hands bound high above her, turning a shade pinker as the circulation in them lessens. Odin takes in the familiar sight, grazing his fingers along the side of her thigh.

She finally lifts her head to look at him. He’s expecting her gaze to turn to horror when she realizes she’s chained to the ceiling of a slaughterhouse. But she takes in her surroundings and not a hint of fear flickers through her eyes. She’s been living on an invincible cloud, in between realities ever since Jaime sunk his teeth into her.