I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. But in this scene Rebecca has woken up in her new prison with a bit of an attitude – how do you think that’s going to go?
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“Talk to me you son of a bitch!” Reaching down she snagged the tray off the floor and threw it at one of the cameras – it missed – but the television flared to life showing a vibrant number five.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She walked over to the television and slammed her hands against the plastic case that protected it, and the number ticked down to four, and then continued dropping. “Is this the deal, you’ll only talk to me when you have me pinned down or tied up? You and your delusional bullshit -”
The screen showed a one, turned red, and then flicked off, just before the heavy metal door opened.
Rebecca turned fast and forced herself to hold her ground. His dark outline in the doorframe made her stomach flip flop, but she swallowed down the sudden nausea. “I want answers.”
“No, Rapunzel, you don’t.” His voice was clear and threatening, but she stayed strong.
“What do you think my father did to you? Why are you doing this?”
“I don’t think anything, I know, and I’m sick of listening to you shouting. Shut the fuck up, or I’ll gag you.” He had one large, gloved hand on the door to hold it open, and she could see a plain looking cement hallway behind him. Nothing helpful.
“Then why not just fucking tell me? Just tell me why you’re doing this!”
“Don’t push me, princess.”
“Why not? Are you going to kill me?” She wasn’t sure where the question had come from, but it was somewhere deep inside her, somewhere underneath all of the helpful logic she’d been nursing since she’d woken up. When he laughed, a low and sinister sound, Rebecca took a step backwards.
“No.” His head tilted. “Not yet anyway. Now, are you going to be a good girl and keep your fucking mouth shut until I tell you to speak?”
“Go fuck yourself,” she spat, and then he stepped into the room. Backing away fast she tried to circle him, to stay out of his reach, but her back collided with the wall when he suddenly lengthened his strides. With a quick jerk he had a fistful of her long hair and he threw her to the floor. Landing on her side she tried to scramble away, but he was on top of her too quickly. One hand caught her throat and squeezed as he dropped between her thighs, forcing her legs open.
“Want to repeat that?” The menacing question was punctuated with a tighter grip that threatened her airway and made her cough as she grabbed onto his wrist. “Hmm?”
“Pl-” She tried to beg but was cut off with a choking sound as his thumb dug harder into the tender column of her neck.
“I don’t think you understand your place in this situation. You are nothing more than a conveniently useful tool in my plans. The fact that I can fuck you while I torture your piece of shit father is just a bonus – but if you continue to piss me off I will start to really hurt you. Do you understand?” His low laugh returned from behind his mask, those tawny eyes taunting her with his clear enjoyment of her suffering. “Nod for me, whore.”
She nodded, and his crushing grip released. Her first breath was a cough, and he ran one gloved finger over her cheek.
“Now, you’re going to keep your fucking mouth shut and not irritate me anymore. Isn’t that right?”
With a painful swallow she nodded again, and a shiver ran over her as his eyes wandered down her naked body. Whether he had meant it to be an unspoken threat or not, she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do against his strength. If he wanted to hurt her, he would. If he wanted to fuck her again, he would. If he wanted to kill her –
“That’s a good slut. I’ll be back later. We’re just waiting to see what daddy thought of your performances.” He stroked down her neck, brushing her breast before he pushed himself up, one foot planted between her legs as he towered above her. “You should pray that you were convincing.”
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As you can see, this “gentleman” is not going to put up with our strong willed heroine’s antics. What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies? In the mean time, don’t miss any other snippets the other authors are peeping on Facebook, and check out these other authors below!
