Thorns Laced In Blood

Sometimes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

Master

My friend entrusted me with the near-impossible task of rehabilitating a former slave. The young woman is so traumatised she is voluntarily mute. Her eyes are lifeless, her brain is likely dormant, and yet she begins to respond to my commands beautifully. She isn’t aware of the dark temptation she awakens within me.

Therein lies my problem. I’m supposed to be her road to recovery, but all I want to do is keep and defile her to see if life will come back into those pretty dead eyes.

Slave

They have transferred me to a new master, and I never want to return to where I was. I don’t know what happened or how I reached the outside world, but I recall snippets of the hell on earth. It existed where they locked me away. If there is a devil, it lives inside those evil men’s hearts.

My new Master is harsh yet kind. He doesn’t hurt or starve me, unlike my old Master. All I need to do is obey. I won’t remember the past. I won’t say a name. I will do whatever it takes to keep the tattered remains of my sanity intact.

Obedience was my armour…until I learned to wield it.

?Contains graphic flashbacks of non-con (past) with a survivor reclaiming power through twisted intimacy. Please read responsibly. Suitable for 18+ only.