Page 34 of Primal Hunger
His muscular body looks even more massive when it’s up close and personal. Slowly, my gaze falls down his form to the enormous cock hanging between his legs. It’s completely flaccid, yet bigger than most erect human cocks I’ve seen, and he catches me staring before I can look away.
“You must like what you see,” he says, and before I can drag my eyes away, his cock twitches. I gape, heat scorching my cheeks, creeping down my neck, and he slowly kneels beside me,bringing his face inches away from mine. “You liked it just fine in the forest. Do you want more?”
I shake my head quickly, nerves eating me from the inside. Truthfully, I might enjoy him taking me again, but I refuse to tell him that.
And right now, I’m so sore from the first round I really might break from another.
He huffs through his nose, his warm breath hitting me in the face, and I swallow hard. I can see every fine detail of the skull, from small scratches to a thin crack running down the side of his face. His mouth hangs open, his slender tongue dancing over his teeth, and it hits me just how surreal this creature is. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen before, who shouldn’t even exist.
Even though this feels like some bizarre dream, being this close to him confirms that it’s all very real.
Everything I’ve ever worked for in my life, years of research and sleepless nights and dealing with trolls in my comments calling me a freak… It’s led to this.
He reaches toward me and I wince instinctively, squeezing my eyes closed and expecting the worst.
Is he going to slit my throat as promised? Or slice me from navel to collarbone?
I’m preparing myself for the white-hot feeling of claws ripping through my skin, but instead, he grabs my wrists and slices through the binding with one of his claws.
My eyes pop back open, and I stare into his illuminated red orbs for a long moment, stunned he didn’t hurt me. Maybe there is more to this monster than I’ve given him credit for? Or maybe he’s waiting until the soup is ready before turning me into minced meat.
I'll probably taste best fresh…
After an uncomfortable second, he breaks the silence.
“Don’t run again,” he growls, standing to tower over me once again. “You won’t survive what waits outside these walls. Trust me.”
He turns his back on me, heading back to the stone basin as I massage my wrists and sit up on the pile of pelts. There’s still rope around my ankles, but I refuse to ask Syros for more assistance. I immediately set to work on the knot, pulling and tugging at it until I’m free.
My eyes dart toward the door, temptation sending another burst of adrenaline through my veins. If I make a run for it, I might make it out of the house before he catches up. But then where would I go?And what’s outside these walls that I wouldn’t survive?
I have no weapons, nothing but the clothes on my back, and no idea what I would do if I got away again. I didn’t see any other monsters last time, but perhaps it was sheer luck. Maybe Syros scared them off.
Surely there are more of him out there. What chance would I stand against any of them if Syros caught me so easily? Are there bigger, scarier beasts that even Grims fear? A part of me cowers at what other nightmarish things I might encounter here, while another piece soars in elation.
Imagine what I could do with proof for my blog that there is not only another world out there, accessed through ours, but different cryptids than we ever imagined walking and breathing and hunting.
“Well, I don’t stand a chance surviving inside these walls either,” I say timidly, suddenly afraid to heckle him in case he changes his mind about gutting me.
But what else am I supposed to do? Sit here silently waiting for death to claim me? It seems like a waste.
“Have I killed you yet?” Syros barks.
My jaw falls and I stare at the ridges of his spine poking out through coarse black fur. “Well, no. Not yet.”
And he’s had plenty of opportunities to.
“Then, I’d say your chances of survival are much higher inside.”
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s almost amused, in a dry sort of way.
I fall silent at his response. Okay, I’m almost positive he’s keeping me alive intentionally now. But why? Has he done the same thing with any of the other humans he’s captured and brought through the portal?
He has ropes here, so it’s entirely possible.
What other humans has he tied up and tossed on the pile of pelts?
It’s all too much to process, and I still need to form an escape plan, but it seems I have a little while to do that.
