Pound of Flesh

Beast saw Beauty. And the hunt was on.



A beast has just kicked down my front door.

He’s massive, scarred, just out of prison and refuses to budge.

Unless I go with him.



He’s made it clear what he wants—my untouched body beneath his giant, damaged one.

If I run, he’ll hunt me down and take it.



But when he slips and shows me his desperation…

I’m no longer sure whether I want to run to him or away from him.