Bound (A Faery Story 1)

been hauled straight off the streets of Fort Worth and taken god knew

where. She’d been stripped naked, bathed, and chained into some

form of medieval torture device. She pulled again at the chains that

bound her hands over her head, but they would not move.

Meg waited for the broad man to strike her, wanting to get it over

with. She had been unconscious for quite a while, but she didn’t think

it could have been more than a full day since her kidnapping. She still

remembered that moment when the tall, thin man had laid his cold

hands on her. She’d looked up into his bloodred eyes and then

recalled nothing until she woke up in this place.

After the initial assault, she had been shocked to find herself

treated with something akin to reverence. The small men and women

who acted as her jailers had been nothing but tender when it came to

her person. Her small cell, one of several in the large tent, had been

lined with pillows and sumptuous blankets. The chains she was bound

in now had a lining to protect her skin, and though she stood naked,

the little jailers had been discrete.

Even the food had been tempting, but Meg had seen enough crazy

serial killer movies to know that eventually someone was going to

smack her, rape her, and then potentially gut her. It looked like that

was the big, hot guy’s job. She waited to feel the terrible blow that

would likely signal the end of her life, but the man with the pitch

black hair simply smiled. His sensual lips spread to show even, white

teeth. Meg had to catch her breath. When he smiled, he was

devastating.

“All right then, Twenty,” the man allowed in his lilting accent.

“My name is Beckett, but you can call me Beck. And my mother was

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Sophie Oak

actually quite nice. I would prefer you didn’t curse her. Yell at me all