nsfw teaser FIVE: LOVE IS BLIND

 
 

LOVE IS BLIND by LILI ST. GERMAIN

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EXCERPT

The man I’m kneeling in front of looks pretty ordinary for a psychopath. I’m ashamed to admit that when I saw him across the bar at The Cleopatra Club in downtown San Francisco, I would have even called him handsome. Cheekbones that could cut glass and a gaze so intense a less confident girl would have looked away. I didn’t look away. I was a stupid girl, and now I am being punished. I caught his eye across the bar and my cheeks flushed. Moisture pooled in my panties, a damp spot that he found later, in this place, with rough fingers and a desperate need to sate himself while my bound arms went numb underneath me and my tears pasted his cruel red blindfold to my eyelashes.


I do not think he is handsome right now. The word for the man looming above me, his jaw so tight his teeth might shatter inside his mouth, a long-stemmed red rose clenched in one fist?

Definitely not handsome.


No, the word I would use to describe my captor is terrifying.
From his back pocket he pulls out a length of red fabric. More blindfold. Fresh. I bled too much over the last one. I flinch as he presses the new material to my eyes and knots it behind my head. He’s turning my world red, one blindfolded torture session at a time.


“Stick your tongue out,” he says.

His voice is always quiet, barely a gravelly rasp. He sang to me the first night I was here; fractured nursery rhymes and Christmas songs, the only words he claimed to remember. His voice is beautiful. He was nice to me then. Nicer, at least. He begged me to forgive him in those first hours as he dragged a washcloth over my broken and battered body. And when he pressed my thighs apart and raped me for the first time, I couldn’t see him crying, but I felt every single one of his tears fall upon my naked chest as I drifted in and out of consciousness.

And then the singing. He held me to his chest and sang to me as I drifted back into the inky blackness.


That was before I woke up with the collar around my neck.

Now, he doesn’t hold me. He doesn’t sing to me. He stays as far away as possible from me unless he is trying to break me with the pain.


I stick my tongue out, because I don’t want to be punished.