The estate was a living maw, its walls throbbing with Evie’s heartbeat, shadows peeling her skin like knives, leaving thin, bleeding welts that wept pus and despair. Cassian stayed, a beast unmoored, their fights a prelude to slaughter—on the cliffs, he pinned her to the rocks, wind tearing at them, ripping her jeans down, fucking her against the stone, her flesh grinding off in strips, blood streaking the jagged edges, her screams swallowed by the gale as he bit her throat, tearing a chunk free, chewing it as he thrust, blood spraying the rocks. In the bedroom, she straddled him, clawing his chest until ribs gleamed through the shredded muscle, riding him until her thighs split, blood and cum pooling on the sheets, his hands bruising her hips, snapping bone as they came, a shared howl of rage and ruin, the bedframe splintering under their violence.
She sketched obsessively—her mother eyeless, jawless, guts trailing in the waves like ribbons, the sea a maw swallowing her whole—notes scrawled in blood and bile: You’re mine, flesh and bone. Lila’s corpse washed ashore, bloated and gray, throat a gaping wound, maggots wriggling in the gash, her eyes pecked out by gulls, intestines spilling onto the sand, half-eaten by crabs. Evie buried her, digging with bare hands, nails tearing off, blood and dirt caking her fingers, guilt a festering tumor in her gut, her sobs a dirge as the tide lapped at the grave, hungry for more.
Cassian found a ritual in a tome bound in human skin, its pages stained with blood and shit—blood to break the curse, a lover’s heart torn out and fed to the sea. “We can end it,” he growled, his arm festering, pus dripping, the gash now black with rot. She spat blood at him, her voice a snarl. “No more—I won’t carve you up.” She kissed him, tasting salt and decay, her tongue licking his wound, pus coating her lips as he groaned, shoving her to the study floor. He took her from behind, hands choking her neck, thumbs digging into her windpipe until it cracked, her vision swimming with red, his cock slamming into her, tearing her cunt wider, blood gushing onto maps soaked in their filth, her screams muffled as he bit her shoulder, tearing flesh free, swallowing it with a grunt. She came, a raw convulsion, blood and cum flooding the floor, and he followed, spilling a hot, rancid torrent, their bodies a writhing heap amid the carnage, the maps curling and blackening under the wet ruin.
The town gaped, whispering of the estate’s witch, her flesh marked by shadows, her eyes hollowed by the curse’s famine. She didn’t care—Cassian was her damnation, her lifeline, his blood her sustenance as the estate fed on her soul, peeling it apart layer by layer, leaving her a husk bleeding from every pore.
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