A Taste of Ruin

Clara

I didn’t know what was happening anymore.

My mind just stopped functioning. His touches, his caresses, his voice… god, his words. They crawled all the way down my spine.

“You’re soaked, served to me like the perfect course. It’d be rude not to indulge. Now be still, and let me eat.”

What—what even was that? Who says something like that?

Never in my twenty-three years of life had I heard any