Sensual Whispers: Tales Of Passion ( Smut Series)
The Cinderella ball 13
Ronan
What are you going to do?
The woman clucked her tongue in a motherly way.
fairy
What you asked: take you to your lady love.
As Ranon slid into unconsciousness the slipper fell from his hand. Frightening dreams tumbled through his drug-fogged brain.
He came to with a throbbing headache and a curious ache in his back. He couldn't move. His wrists and ankles were tied behind him, binding him to an upright post. The room was pitch black, but the damp smell and cool air told him it was the basement.
All around him was a hissing sound, like air escaping a balloon.
he wasn't able to talk that time
fairy
You can't talk, so don't try.
Ranon perceived something moving around the old woman's feet. The floor roiled like the surface of an unquiet sea.
Then the match light reflected off of a pair of beady eyes and he realized what it really was: hundreds of snakes, slithering and crawling over each other, carpeting the room.
Someone had taken Ranon's shoes and he felt their smooth, cold hides squirming across his bare toes. Then the match went out and left them in hissing darkness.
fairy
What I told you upstairs is true: My Zara is dead.
fairy
What I didn't tell you is when it happened: fourteen years ago.
fairy
Ah, but it seems like only yesterday. Do you believe me, See for yourself.
Another match flared, and Ranon perceived a horror: Only three feet away, lashed to the trunk of a tree that somehow grew from the earthen floor, was Zara. Or at least, what might have once been Zara: a mummified corpse in the tattered remains of a satin gown, papery flesh stretched tight against her skull. She was missing a shoe, revealing the bony remains of a foot.
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