Series: Gods and Monsters Duet #1
In the land of Gods and Monsters, she was a toy. A plaything. A pet.
Taken, stolen, beaten, used.
Pet remembers nothing before his touch, and afterward, she craves nothing more.
Sinful and merciless, Ares is her God now. He alone says when to beg, when to come, and when to kneel, but he never said anything about leaving.
“You’re behaving like a brat,” he says through clenched teeth. “Is that the thanks I get for providing you with a bed and blankets?”
“Take them back! I don’t want them. I want out of this room.”
“You want out of this room?” Ares grabs my face with one rough hand. He leans in, his warm breath skating across my ear as his stubble grazes my cheek. “Then you have to earn it. And trust me, your bratty antics aren’t doing that.”
He releases me and walks away, pressing his hand into the keypad to unlock the door. Without another word, he leaves.
I launch off the bed and throw myself at the glass wall. He doesn’t look at me, and I know I’ll pay for my behavior later. I’ll pay this tithe in pain and bruises, in welts on my body, and in pleasure that he steals from me. For now, I circle my room like a caged animal, because that is what I am.
I scream, bang my fists on the glass, rip my blanket from the bed and throw it at the wall. He’s almost at the staircase. I know he hears me. I know he’s keeping a tally in his head of all the things I will be punished for. Well, fuck him. I can’t do this anymore.
He’s thought of everything. All the ways I could harm him—or myself. He’s removed them all.
All except one.
I walk toward the reinforced steel door, take a deep breath, and smash my head against it. Pain, white-hot and searing, reverberates through my skull, so hard that my eyes roll in their sockets. Blood trickles down my forehead. I’m woozy, nauseous. Bile rises in my gut as if it were acid. I rear back and slam my head into the metal, harder this time.