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.