Lush punishment

[br****]

Brats always think they can win—until the hunter reminds them what control really means. He slipped the lush inside me and left me no choice but to wear it through the most mundane things…making dinner, washing dishes, stepping into the shower like a lamb led to slaughter. Every move I made, he was there, hand on the switch, ***ing me with denial and ruin until my body wasn’t mine anymore. Twenty times he broke me, dragged cries from my throat, ***d my surrender until I was nothing but trembling need.

In the shower, it all came undone. My knees gave out, body folding, water pounding against my skin as I rode the vibrations like a girl possessed. Each wave ripped through me harder, messier, darker. I gasped, I clawed at the walls, I begged without words, and still he didn’t let me stop. He wanted me feral, desperate, sobbing—proof that his control is carved into me deeper than breath.

I’m not prey because I’m weak. I’m prey because I belong to the hunt. Because he can break me twenty times in a night and I’ll still crawl back for more, trembling, drenched, undone, whispering that I’ll never escape him. And the sickest part? I don’t want to.

[DE****]

Fucking beautifully written , your thoughts are dark and twisted , and perverse!!! Dammit I think I’m in love with

[Li****]

Delicious ❣️

[Fr****]

Damn.. you write some truly beautiful stories! I love how you draw the reader into the part, then twist it in the end.