Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I’m not certain I’ll be able to contain him if he decides to take advantage of his freedom. If he seeks out my former ally who betrayed us. After all, his attempt to kill me would have also killed the beast. A deep sorrow rocks through my body. It was the last time I spoke to another person. It’s been years since the day that treachery destroyed the final remnants of good in me. The witch truly won that day. I no longer only looked like a beast; I became one.
Years have passed, years without hearing the voice of another being. I’ve questioned my sanity daily. Wondering if the words I think in my demented head even exist. If I’d even be able to communicate once this spell is broken. I’m only given reprieve when trespassers find themselves at the mercy of my grip. Claws digging into their flesh, spilling the warm blood onto the ground. I can smell their fear in memory.
Sometimes I’d slow my movements just to hear them plead with me for mercy. So I could hear the long lost sound of another. No, stop, please, don’t. I’m familiar with those words. I’ve yet to keep anyone alive long enough to hear more than a few stumbled words from my prey. The beast doesn’t wait. He doesn’t care to hear their words like I do. I scoff at my inability to tame him, to keep him leashed. He’s so overpowering when others are present that I can hardly control my movements, let alone the ability to speak. Only growls and snarls find their way past my lips. If ever I could chain the beast back long enough to hear more from those who trespass, it would most decidedly be a one-sided conversation.
When I open my eyes, my scowl deepens as I glare at the bit of village that’s visible. I struggle to remember where I used to venture. Who it was that I used to seek out. A snarl rips from my chest. Fuck them! Traitors! I protected them! I gave my life for them! And they not only turned their backs on me, but they fought me. Led by my former confidant and only friend. Power hungry just like the witch. That fucking mistress of the dark. Wanting me for lust and power. A deep, low growl rumbles through me. The beast loathes her existence as well. Our hate is equal and in unison.
It’s been that long since I’ve had a woman. I scoff at myself. I had more than plenty before the witch cursed me with her jealousy. I take quick strides across the hall toward the bedroom and find myself staring into a mirror. It’s cracked in three large, jagged pieces, but it maintains its place on the wall. I run the tip of my finger along the fissure. In one piece I’m able to see myself, the prince I once was. The wavy, dark brown hair is long enough to spear my fingers through. My blue eyes travel the mirror to another piece and golden eyes stare back. The face of a twisted snarl revealing fangs too large for its mouth and fur in place of hair glares back at me. The beast.
Rage consumes me and the desire to pound my fist through the mirror overwhelms my body. I crack my neck on both sides in an attempt to dull the anger. It would be no use to let my emotions run free. The magic only let me damage the mirror once. All I’ll be left with are bloodied knuckles and the vision of the beast in my head.
I’m surprised by my restraint today—it must be that my mind is preoccupied with the thought of her. Of finding her. Keeping her. I grin wickedly as my blood heats and my body tenses. I will be keeping my beauty.
There’s only been one exception to the beast’s fierce need to kill in all these years. I don’t even know her name. Not that it matters. I will call her mine. My dick hardens as I envision her lips parted in ecstasy while my fingers played against her soft, pale flesh, spreading the moisture from her hot center to her throbbing clit. I release a low rumble that vibrates through me.
I’ll feel her beneath me soon. My scowl slowly morphs into an asymmetrical grin. I’ll have her on her knees. Her hazel eyes watering as they stare back at me while I fist her hair and push my length all the way down her throat. I grip my dick tight at the base and stroke up. Using the drips of precum, I lube the head and work firm strokes up and down. I spit on my dick but in my head I imagine demanding her to do it.