“But, how did you do all of this?” I asked, waving my hands around the room.
“When you were moved to the maximum security prison, I vowed to help you get revenge,” Victor said. “I knew I needed to help get you out of the mess I had put you in.”
“You? What do you mean you got me into it?”
“Open your eyes Annie. Look into mine. Do you really not know who I am? Who could have replicated the home you grew up in? Who could have known every single detail of how you tied Leon up. Who could have had enough money to pull something like this off?”
“No. That’s not possible,” I bellowed. “I killed you.”
I took a few steps back, unable to breathe and Victor shook his head.
“You didn’t though, Annie. I didn’t die. It was touch and go for a few days, and I was burned pretty badly, but you didn’t kill me.”
“But you don’t look the same?” I sputtered.
“It’s been fourteen years, Annie. I’ve had a lot of work done to cover my scars, and like you, I’ve grown up.”
“No. No, no, no, no. I--Wha--Ho--” The tears fell steadily from my eyes as my brain tried to process everything Vict-- Leon had just unloaded on me.
The love of my life was alive, and he had just helped me murder his family.
“Your brothers?” I sobbed.
“What about them? You’re the only thing that matters to me, Annie. You always have been and you always will be. They deserved their fate.”
I nodded, for the first time in my life, completely speechless. My head bowed, unable to move or speak, an array of emotions flooding my body and mind.
“But what of mine?” Leon asked.
My head snapped up, and for the first time, I really looked into the eyes of the man I loved.
“What about yours?” I whispered.
“What is to be my fate?”
“I--I don’t understand.”
“Fourteen years ago, you meant to kill me. You tied me to this chair, with these zip ties and you doused the house in gasoline and lit it on fire, but I didn’t die. Today,” he said, nodding towards my jeans pocket, “I give you the chance to finish what you started. To once and for all leave your past in the past and walk forward as a new woman.”
I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out the unlit match.
“Before you make your decision, my Queen, I have one final thing for you. Open the pantry door.”
With the matchstick still in hand, my body operating on autopilot, I walked over to the pantry and flung open the door. Inside sat my monster, my creation. Cory’s head and body sat on a chair with Frank and Justin’s legs attached at the knee, Philip and John’s arms attached at the shoulder. Cory’s blue eyes had been replaced with Thomas’s green ones, and when I leaned over and lifted the tea towel off of Cory’s lap, Jerry’s penis had been stitched on as well.
The tears fell heavy, and I turned to face Leon.
“It’s alive, my love. It’s alive.”
I dropped the match and ran over to him straddling him where he sat.
“Oh you stupid stupid man. I love you so much. How could you ever think I wanted to kill you?”
“To be fair. You did try once,” he laughed, kissing my face.
“That’s fair,” I commented back.
Jumping off his lap, I freed him from the zip ties binding his hands, as well as the jeans covering up his dick.
“Fuck me, Leon,’ I whispered in his ear.
I crawled up in his lap once more and sank down onto him, taking in every inch. I wanted to crawl inside of his body and live there for the rest of my days.
“Annie,” Leon panted, his hands grabbing my hips and slamming me down on to him. “Do you remember the last words you spoke to me?” He asked.
I stopped moving and looked him in the eye.
“No one will ever love you like I do, Leon. No one.”
About Shannon:
Shannon Youngblood is a thirty something, foul mouthed, erotic romance writer, who loves telling a story full of broken pieces, and broken people. There is no subject too graphic, or too taboo, to grace the pages of her stories. Shannon believes that life is not always Happily Ever Afters and Flowers, and sometimes her stories might reflect that. (Non HEA's OH NO!) Shannon loves hearing from her amazing, dirty minded fans as well! Be sure to follow her on her social media sites!
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Playing with Fyre
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Blurb
Healing was my obsession...until Charlotte Ash walked into my classroom.
She's bright, young, traumatized by her past...and my newest art therapy student.
I've taught many people how to use art to cope with their demons, but she's different.
From the moment we lock eyes, I can't stop watching her.
I'm addicted to her darkness, I crave her pain...and I want her in the worst way.
I know I'm a monster, and monsters belong in the dark, but I can't bear to stay in the shadows anymore when she's out there in the light.
If she can't withstand my depraved needs...
If I break her…
She'll be just like me.
Chapter One
Charlotte
My gaze is glued to Professor Gideon Fyre’s tall, commanding frame as he stalks through the clinically neat arrangement of tables, easels, and workbenches inside his classroom. Every few seconds he’ll stop beside someone, whether they’re standing or sitting, and murmur a few words to them. I can’t help but watch him, and it’s not just because he’s handsome. He has a power over me--over everyone--and it’s obvious he knows it.
Today’s art therapy class is about identifying. Identifying with ourselves, identifying the root of our issues. We’re eight weeks into our course at the local community college.
I never thought art could be so…well, therapeutic, but the credit undoubtedly goes
