He ask...

"Don't you love this slut?"

Chapter 56 by Yelawolf Yelawolf

His words were a splash of acid in an already festering wound. "Don't you love this slut?" The question hung in the frigid air, a test she was destined to fail. Love? The concept was a distant galaxy, a fairy tale from another life. All that existed now was this room, this cold, this pain, and this man's cruel hunger.

A raw sound, half sob, half gasp, was torn from her throat. She couldn't form words, her jaw clenched against the deep, penetrating ache. Her body was a battlefield where fire and ice waged war for dominance. The heat of Tlyer's hands on her breasts, the burning shame that flooded her cheeks, versus the creeping, absolute zero of the creature inside her.

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Tlyer chuckled, a low, grating sound. "Of course you do." He didn't need her answer. Her trembling, her tears, the way her body was pinned in place a perfect canvas for his depravity, was answer enough. He seemed to swell with power, his erection nudging against her cheek. "Say it."

Her mind, a scrambled mess of terror and forced compliance, latched onto the command. To disobey was to invite more pain, more cold, more of this hollowing-out. Her lips, numb and stiff, moved, but no sound came out. She tried again, forcing air past her throat. "Y-yes," she whispered, the word a fragile, fractured thing. "I... I love it."

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The confession broke something inside her. A dam of resistance she hadn't even known was there. The words felt like a betrayal of the boy who had fought for good, for love, for friendship. He would be ashamed of her. But the chosen one was gone, and in his place was Cleo, a creature shaped by the whims of men like Ezra and Tlyer.

"Good girl," Tlyer purred, the condescension dripping from every syllable. He rewarded her with another sharp twist of her nipples, and the jolt of pain mingled with the perverse satisfaction of having pleased him, however falsely. The dementor, as if encouraged by her words, pressed deeper still, the cold now a solid, unyielding mass deep within her, a core of frozen despair.

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