Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

Doms. We like to chain women up, spank them, and do all sorts of great things to them. And you’re a sub, submissive. And you like to be controlled in bed by us. You will do whatever we say, when we say it. And in return you will get the best sex ever. Are you interested, hot-stuff? ‘Cause we most definitely are!”

9

Somewhere else, back in Cold Wood, a woman paced.

She couldn’t stand it anymore. She couldn’t sleep, had trouble eating, couldn’t even run. Everything was coming apart and there was nothing she could do about it.

It had been like this all her life. Other people got all the attention. Especially the twins. The teachers loved them, the community loved them, and what had been left for her? Huh? Nothing!

She couldn’t seem to do anything right in comparison. And now, she could see the contempt in the eyes of everyone around her. They knew that she went to clubs. They knew that she drank. They also knew about the disastrous breakup not too long ago.

People claimed that she would date anyone with money, and although that did factor into her decision, there was more to it. But no one would believe that someone like her would care.

They always compared her to the twins. They didn’t date. They didn’t get in trouble.

Growing up with them had been so difficult. Made her feel like nothing in comparison.

Finally, some years ago, she thought that she was getting closer to Annie. The athletic twin wanted to break out of her nice ways. She wanted to go to parties, wanted to date. She wanted to be seen as a normal person, not the good girl she was thought of.

Finally things were going to change! But then the accident happened. Although the woman took some of the blame onto herself, after all she had been at the party, whether anyone knew it or not, but it didn’t matter now. Annie was basically dead. All that was left was her body.

Annie would have hated it, and a little part of the woman celebrated the fact that one of the twins was suffering.

A part that she hated.

What kind of person thought that way?

The problem was that people were still talking about her!

They’d often ask her if she knew of anything new with Annie. If she had gone to see her. They asked how Sophie was taking things.

And of course, Sophie, the attention seeking person that she was, milked it.

She had to be so nice, so understanding. She was still good, volunteering around the community. But, she also let everyone dote on her.

Sophie had always needed the attention. Needed the validation. She always made sure that she was seen as responsible and helpful.

Where did that leave room for anyone else?

At least Seth, Cay, Tim and Nate hadn’t been interested. No, he hadn’t been interested in dating that mute girl. But he was wasn’t here anymore, and wouldn’t be coming back. She had made a mistake and now he was gone.

Sophie also left. Just up and disappeared.

And the problem was still there. It still lingered, along with Annie’s dying body.

If the woman helped Annie go, it was only a good thing. No one wanted to be a vegetable all their lives!

And it would be one less problem for the woman.

***

Finally!

It came down to this. Phie would need to make a decision and either way was good for Sin. Of course it would be better if she agreed to their terms, but disappointment was acceptable too.

That would seem weird to most people, Sin was sure, but he didn’t give a crap.

All he wanted was to fill up that empty part inside of him. It could be filled with any emotion, but some were better than others.

The harder emotions were usually what sustained him. Anger, pain, those types of things. But, ecstasy was the best. He’d do almost anything to get that. And right now, Phie held the power to grant it or not.

Of course, that was Thane’s doing. Mr. Moral needed an agreement. He wanted to stick to the ‘real’ BDSM lifestyle. That meant that they needed to focus on the wellbeing of their sub first… including mental health.

Sin didn’t care enough about that crap. Hell, even if he felt guilty, it was still an emotion, it would still take up space inside him, making him feel.

He had spent so long without feeling, he now craved it. It was his drug and influenced every decision he made. And so why would he take the time to worry about following rules?

He’d do just as well to seduce her now.

He wasn’t going to take someone who didn’t want him. He wasn’t that fucked up, but he knew that Sophia was turned on by him. The way she was currently staring at his penis showed that.

I will accept it for the first week. After that, we will re-evaluate. But I want a promise that I can object.

Well, fuck. That wouldn’t do at all. He didn’t want her to say no to everything. But… wait a moment. She couldn’t ‘say’ no to anything. She couldn’t speak at all.

Way to go, Sin, taking your depravity to a whole new level.

Sin ignored that voice in his head, the one he labelled Adrian, his Angel name. He didn’t need that do-gooder part of his brain to ruin things for him. Not when he had her just where he needed.

“Sure, hot-stuff. In BDSM there is a safe-word anyways. You say it, whatever you pick, and we will stop. But you only get to say it if you want to absolutely stop. But only say it if you object wholeheartedly, because once you tell us you hate something, we will not go near it again.”

She nodded and pulled her