Rescued and Ruined （Preview）

Craize

Ugly brown orbs appear out of the dust, a human male baring his puny teeth at me in challenge. His dark clothing hides most of his form, but a triangle reveals his jutting cock, the tip spurting acrid liquid.

As he swings his fist despite his eyes popping wide in terror, I grab the sides of his head and slam my forehead down on his.

Gore squishes between us as the pattern of short horns on my forehead embed themselves into his skull, their jagged edges sliding through his bone as though it were butter. I avoid the putrid liquid leaking from his manhood but glory in shedding his lifeblood, jerking my head back and watching as crimson paints his face.

His fist thumps against my side even as his legs begin to crumple. I grab his neck and squeeze, adding another hand and wrenching his trachea.

He thumps to the ground, his neck at an odd angle and his eyes clouding over.

Movement and sounds of struggle break my satisfied stare, and the agony in my chest pulls me further into the room.

A tiny form contorts on a filthy mattress, her white flesh blending into its surroundings despite her vicious lurching.

I step closer, my senses zeroing in on the figure, the pull behind my sternum demanding I reach her.

Pert breasts wobble and trim legs create the most luscious form I've ever seen, and even as my conscience screams within my hijacked mind, basal needs demand I take. Claim. Own.

I stalk forward and pin a slim ankle to the mattress.

Bright green irises pierce mine, abject misery shining from a face too delicate for words.

She's the reason I'm here. She called me.

Somehow, she reached into my soul and beckoned me into the pits of hell.

She's mine .