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Unknown Binding
Published April 1, 2016




The Red Market is where every pound of flesh has a price tag tacked onto it. It is a place where money can buy you everything, even a heart.
Caesar has fallen and a new boss, Mateo, has risen; but he has lost his Lettie Doll and he doesn't know where to find her. She stole his soul and now he must find someone to replace her. Just like her love, his new power is an illusion. The real force behind the Red Market is about to show her cards and no one wants to play her game.
Mateo and Lettie will both have to fight to find their love, but sometimes it is only found in death. You cannot go through life unnoticed by demise when you play with it every day. Sooner or later, it catches up with you and you lose.


“Blood and gore for my little whore.”He shoves my knees apart and sticks four fingers inside of me. I gasp out loud as a tear sears through me. I am dry, but that doesn’t slow him down. The friction only causes him to grin more at me while he shoves four fingers higher inside of me. Overwhelming discomfort rips through me and I can’t remember ever being violated this badly. I pray for death as he jabs his four fingers in and out, in and out, in and out over and over again until my blood covers his hand. When he is satisfied with his damage to my sex, he releases himself and I want to huddle into nothingness and cry. I can’t remember the last time I wanted to sob like this, but right now I want to. This man has cracked me open and now I understand that maybe I never want to be put back together again.
She starts to sniff a little from the cold air; the heating is somewhat hit and miss in the building and today, it’s missing again. I don’t care. The sniff sets off something I have no control over, the sound is like a vice grip on my cock and my mind turns to the craziness. My misophonia takes over and I want nothing more than to rape and hurt her. Not me, my disease; my disease makes me do things.
I’ve never had a woman touch me before. I’m thirty-years-old and a woman has never fucking touched me before. I love their almost dead bodies or I kill them, love them, and admire them through see-through jars.
I feel a kick between my legs from another unknown man that sends pain into my womb. My head is spinning out of control. I’m trying to hold onto reality, but it is getting harder and harder with each passing second. Another jab lands on my side into my ribs. Crack. “Prime pussy, eh? Seems a little dirty, Pavel. Guess we better show her what a dirty bitch deserves,” a voice shouts in the distance. Pavel laughs in response. He doesn’t care as long as he gets his fifty dollars and a vein full of crack. Kick. My sex is writhing in pain, throbbing and bleeding as I feel myself falling apart down a tunnel of darkness. I’m trying to let go, pleading with my heart and my brain to die, but I remain stuck on this piece of shit floor being tormented like I deserve. Punch. Punch. Punch. My eyes grow swollen from the repetitive punches to my face. I can’t see what is happening before me anymore. Now, I can only feel. Feeling is horrible. I ache everywhere and I wish that I would die. If there is a God, why won’t He let me give up? You will burn! Burn in the fire, girl. The woman’s voice from before plays like a broken record over and over again. Fuck heaven. I will take hell over this. Throw me into the pits of doom and set me on fire. Surely that is better than this. I am lifted up like a ragdoll. Every ounce of energy that I had is depleted to nothing. “Wakey, wakey, pussycat,” one man says to me in a condescending tone. I try to open my eyes, but they are nothing more than swollen slits. I can only feel. I am straddled on top of one man as I feel another sit behind me. His arms encircle my chest, massaging my bleeding nipples. I feel more, making me understand that I’m alive. I’m rammed down onto the men, one claiming my ass and the other claiming my sex. Both sear through me and I scream out loud. Tears form in my eyes, but they can’t escape. Even still, my body won’t allow it because they are swollen. I haven’t wanted to cry before, but now that I do, my body won’t let me. Thrust after thrust, I’m taken as the steady stream of blood currents from my ass and my sex. The men grunt as they fuck me, grasping onto every part of my broken body. I melt into them, letting them have me like they wish. After all, that is what I was made for.
“Torture. Pain. Insanity. They all meet again, and the lamb eats herself, birthing a wolf set to kill.”
“I realise that all I long for is hello at the end of the day, a person. A someone who will be there when the goodbyes are over.”
“Ugly people’s hearts are the same as beautiful ones, they still beat.”
“Some boys have a special bond with their mothers, a tether that ties them to the womb from whence they came. I would cut my mother’s heart out in an instant.”
“Torn apart by the nasty that surrounded me, siphoned from any decency, I clung onto a sliver of hope as the man with dark eyes and hair haunted my dreams. Little did I realize back then, he would be my salvation both physically and mentally, and I would be the same for him.”
“We all have a little darkness in us. I have my own monsters that I wrestle each day, but my monsters will leave with them. I will finally be free to find all that I have lost.”