“No one will ever look past these scars.”
Once a popular singer, Griffin lost everything to a fire. Society cast him aside when it became clear he was no longer handsome. Sure that no one will ever see beyond the scars that have ruined half of his body, he turns to desperate measures to find companionship.
“How can I do anything but surrender?”
Kidnapped because of his looks, Ryder is delivered to Griffin to become anything his master wants him to be. He is repeatedly forced to choose between humiliation and worse. Each time he obeys Griffin, a piece of him breaks away. Can he truly refuse when every option is worse than the next?
In this psychological drama, two men struggle with their definitions of what society labels beauty as opposed to a beast… and they learn that the true definition of beauty might not be as clear as they’d thought.
Notes: This book includes kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, humiliation, and puppy play. It may offend some readers.
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Publisher: Independently Published
Heat Level: 2
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Gay for You / Straight to Gay, Mind Games, Villain to Hero
Languages Available: English
He was going to win.
That was the worst part about all of this shit. He was going to win, and I knew it, and it was just a matter of time. There wasn’t a goddamn thing I could do from behind these bars, and as long as he held my life in his oversized hands, I was going to keep yielding.
Again, and again, until there was nothing left of me.
But I still wasn’t going to make it easy. If he wanted me to play out some fucked-up game for his twisted desires, fucking fine. He was going to have to earn every step of the way, and messing with the thermostat wasn’t going to be enough.READ MORE
The water, though… that was just cold. How fucked-up did you really have to be to deny someone something so basic, something they needed to survive? Even food wasn’t as important, but pretty soon, my dry mouth would turn into something more befitting of a desert.
He already knew what he was doing, and that was the part that terrified me. Had he done this before? How many times?
What did he do when he got tired of the boys he took down into his sex dungeon?
What would he do if he got tired of me?
They were chilling thoughts, thoughts I didn’t want to have, but they kept stirring in my mind all the same. It wasn’t like I had much else to think about, other than whether I’d be rescued. I had to hold out hope that I would be. It couldn’t be that easy to make someone disappear without a trace.
I wasn’t some prostitute on the streets. I was a good student with friends and a life, with parents who fucking cared for me. They’d never give up looking for me, and that meant this asshole’s days were numbered.
That, or I’d just die down here.
Would he just bury me in the backyard?
Jesus Fucking Christ, Ryder. Stop with the dramatic bullshit.
Even though I knew it wasn’t bullshit, not really, I had to get myself together. Thinking this way wasn’t going to help.COLLAPSE