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Prologue

Bethany

I’ve learned to love the cold To love the heat that coive me

Only e’re in this rooh Outside of it, he’s still et that But when I’ for him to use me as he wishes… I live for these moments

The edge of the knife drags downthe peach fuzz from every inch of me It doesn’t cause pain, but it leaves a sensitive trail that awakens every nerve ending it passes Making ood it feels to long for so

The knife travels downa chill in the air that dares lides lower, down to the s over ht pleasure, but knohat’s to come, the draft is nearly an aphrodisiac

All the heat I need is buried betweenwith it his hands, his breath… his lips

The desire stirs deep in htly,at the very top, closest to my most bared asset The teh to turn s the tip of his knife up to the top ofme, and when he does this ti the pleasure build inside of est thrills

He tortures me just like this; he has for weeks At one point, it did feel like suffering, but I crave it now Every piece of it I only feel lust when I think about being at his mercy

“I love you naked on this bench” Jase’s deep voice is so low, I barely hear hi ht where the blade has just been

He does this first every ti any trace of hair beforeon He always takes his time, and part of me thinks it’s because he doesn’t want this to end either Once the flames have all flickered out and darkness sets in, and the loud click of the locks in the barren roo back

The war The drugs All of the lies that leave a tangled web for et lost in

I don’t want any of it

I want to s, the need is there, but I knoait until the blade is lifted, leavingme It’s only once he pulls it back that I dare to s the lump in my throat and turn my head on the thick wooden bench to look at him