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Maybe Blade will keep me prisoner forever.

A few weeks ago, that wouldn’t have sounded so bad.

And despite myself, it still didn’t.

Pacing around the room, Blade grabbed a thick cord of rope off the wall and twisted it in her hand.

There was something different in her movements from other Fright Nights.

The usual caged sexual energy that radiated off of her had been replaced with something heavy. There was no gloating, no victorious horniness emanating off of her.

And when she pulled off her blood-splattered mask, I could see the conflict on her face.

Her jaw was tight, the chiseled sculpting of her face more dramatic under the flicker of the torches mounted on each wall.

But anger still rushed through me. Hissing at her, I let my words spit out. “Just fuck me already and get it over with.”

Blade’s eyebrows, which scrunched together like a sad puppy, lifted with confusion. A laugh ripped through her chest. “You think that’s what I want with you?”

A knot grew in my throat. I couldn’t swallow.

Bending down, Blade brought her face close to mine, so close that I could’ve kissed her — could’ve let my tongue feel that piercing on hers.

Her voice was low and eerie as she spoke. “I have another game in mind, Trinket.”

13

TESS

“Sit on your ass.” Blade commanded.

Licking my teeth, I wanted to resist her. But I knew what I’d agreed to.

So I leaned back and let my ass press into the cold stone floors of the medieval dungeon set.

Blade bent over, grabbing the waistband of my legging and panties. In one pull, she yanked both pieces of clothing off my hips and down my legs.

A whimper regrettably escaped my lips as I felt the cool flagstone on my bare skin.

Blade’s lips lifted into a slight smirk as she focused on her task. Leaving my hands tied, she grabbed my legs and bent them. My foot touched my ass and she reached for a long dagger on the wall of the dungeon.

Making a loop in her fingers, Blade twisted her hand and opened the rope for the dagger. She slipped the blade into the rope and pulled it tight. Pressing the knife into my outer thigh, Blade wrapped the rough rope around my thigh and calf. She pulled it taut, forcing my leg tighter together as the cool metal pressed into my skin.

Focused on her work, Blade wrapped the rope around the dagger again before circling my entire leg again. With each pull, I felt the rope growing tighter and my movement growing more limited.

Only once she’d gone around my leg five times did she tie the end of the cord around the bundle of rope on my inner thigh.

As she moved on to my other leg, grabbing another dagger to repeat the process, I looked down at the rope. The rough twine dug into my flesh, pressing the long blade of the knife into my skin.

It was kind of beautiful.

But then I remembered why I was here and my body filled with rage.

Shaking the calm off, I steeled myself to be angry with Blade again.

When both of my legs were tied, Blade took the end of each cord and bound them together, forcing my knees together.

Blade’s muscles rippled as she moved my legs underneath my body and pressed me into a kneel.