Corrupted Torment

CORRUPTED TORMENT OF CAPTURE AND COERCION BOOK ONE ISLA HARDING CONTENTS Introduction Note From The Author Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Afterword Pronunciation Trigger Warnings Acknowledgments Stalk Isla Harding Copyright © 2023 by Isla Harding All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book and its contents are entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance or similarities to names, characters, organisations, places, events, incidents, or real people, is entirely coincidental or used fictitiously. Written by - Isla Harding Cover Design by - Dez at Pretty in Ink Creations Editing by - K.L. Taylor-Lane Created with Vellum Captured as a child, Nixi never stood a chance. Brought to an island filled with fear. It doesn’t take her long to understand. When the sirens ring out; there’s only one thing to do. Run. She's not the only one running. The guys are too and when they meet; their world is going to ignite. Dedicated to all those who have been imprisoned in their lives in all senses of the word. From people who have been trapped inside an endless loop of anxiety, depression, and other mental health issues; to those who are trapped in thankless and toxic relationships. This is for you, let books be your escape, enjoy a little slice away from reality. NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR Corrupted Torment is a prequel novella containing multiple triggers that are listed in the back of the book and are also available to view on the author’s socials. Please know your own limits, if you have no triggers then dive on in; if you are cautious, I do advise checking them first. This book has some very heavy themes throughout, so please do heed my warning and check those TWs if you are worried. My brain is warped, okay? Continue on at your own risk. This is a dark why choose romance containing MM. This is a Novella meaning it is a short story and does end on a small cliffhanger. Please note this book is written in British English. We like the letter U and hate the letter Z. Things may read a little differently to what you are used to. However, if you do find anything you think is a genuine error, please, please do let me know. Thank you! PROLOGUE RAFFERTY Age Twenty-Six “Do you understand me, Little Seductress?” My Wildcat’s body trembles at my whispered words, her lust-filled eyes staring up at me as we stand shrouded in the darkness. It’s exhilarating watching as her pupils dilate with each thought that creeps through her. Desire vibrating, almost palpable in the air. We both know the consequences of this, but I need her decision to be clear. Her body already screaming the outcome, but I need her mind to catch up. At her nod, I let a feral grin touch my lips. We both knew that she would say yes, but I had to give her this choice. She could decide to stay, to say no, and I wouldn't blame her. But my Wildcat is used to easy not being an option, and she makes it clear that easy is the last thing she wants. My Little Seductress runs. There’s no method in her direction as she rushes from me, frenzied and chaotic. My eyes trace her delicate frame as she crashes through the undergrowth, and I can’t help the chuckle that pulls from my lips. I love seeing her like this. Her tangled mess of auburn waves snag in low-hanging branches as she passes, but she doesn’t seem to care as she dashes past. Her bare feet slap on the dry compacted mud and the sound echoes through the quiet night, twisting with her joyous laughter. She’s so unlike her usual self. Tonight, her journey is unplanned, wild, and free-spirited. There is no chance I won’t catch her, and she knows it. The only difference is, Wildcat wants to be caught this time. The taste of her blood on my lips has my cock twitching as I follow my own slow path. Stalking her silently, watching her pale form in the distance but never getting too close. Surrounded by densely packed trees, moonlight only sneaks through in dappled spotlights that I easily avoid. Her luminous skin and white dress are a beacon in the night for me to trail, her usual tricks not in place to cloak herself. Directing her stormy blue eyes into the distance, her pace slows to a jog, the moonlight casting shadows over her features as she turns her head. Wildcat doesn’t even notice me as she sweeps her gaze across my still-form hidden in the pitch black of the night. I hear her let out a huff of breath as she speeds up once more. It seems my Little Seductress is frustrated. It amuses me she thought I would let this be over so quickly. How could she possibly forget I enjoy the hunt? Right now, she isn’t playing fair, giving in too easily. Such a needy little thing. She’s not even thought about it as she runs from me. Hasn’t taken in the consequences of her actions. Just like me, she knows we need this release. This game we have played for years has new rules now. Today we are going to learn them. As time goes on, I watch as the panic sets in, settling into her. Her shoulders rising as the tension builds. My Little Seductress probably doesn’t even realise when she pulls her thick lip between her teeth. I’ve already warned her about that; I’ll have to remind her that those lips are mine later. She whips her