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This is a dark, gothic, slightly erotic romantic thriller that contains elements that may be disturbing and offensive. Please read with caution if you are triggered by events depicting violence and various forms of abuse.

On the seventh day of the seventh year… she desecrates.

Evil keeps a formidable schedule in Weston, West Virginia. Every seventh year, spirits from the town’s abandoned insane asylum seek worthy souls to command. But this seventh year, a desecration unlike any before is scheduled to ravage the town. And Solomon Gorge is lured to the harrowing event by the screams of Silence.

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Chaos went to that quiet grave inside and waited for him to return. In all the six years she’d silently contemplated this day, not one of them had ever been this. The physical pain was a welcomed distraction to the pain in her soul. So many whys, whats, whens, whos. Why had Master hurt her so badly? What did it mean? When was this phase over? Who would tell her what to do next?

She had been told nothing. What if she did the wrong thing?

Bring back our sacrifice.

That was the only directive. No other details. She couldn’t let him call the authorities either. No one was to know. No one was to know what was coming, no one was to stop it, it was too important. For the entire town and its vicinity.

Chaos braced when Solomon drew close again. Why hadn’t she been prepared for this part? His touch. In her pitiful state, her body was weak with vulnerabilities. He’d held her hand. It had been kind and gentle and warm. She recalled her body’s panic when he would
let go. She would need to be careful. So very careful with him. The only thing she knew about him from Master was that he was going to be a very powerful sacrifice. Was he special like her? Did he too have gifts?   



Chaos wailed quietly a few feet away. Solomon used the pitiful sound to break the lobotomy horror that had begun embalming his body in its living grave. He reached into the inky space for her. The darkness was dense, indicating that wherever they were, there was no light except the fleeting one his captors had left with.

“Shhhhhh,” he managed. Hold on tight. This is your focal point, your anchor Solomon’s mind said as he touched her. He obeyed the instinct, not even questioning it. Holding her tight to his body, he stroked his hand over the cold skin of her back and arms.

He continued consoling her with shhhh, shhhh until he realized she wasn’t the one trembling, he was. He’d forgotten about her immunity to the madness around her. He was glad her mind was sheltered and numb to the reality at least.

As though she knew this, knew that she was immune and he wasn’t, her arms went around his upper body and held him in a vicious grip. “I-I’m the Redemptrix Vessel.” The whispered words brushed hot against his chest, as Solomon held her like the lone branch on the wall of a cliff. “I can talk to Master, I can make him choose me,” she said, breathless.

Her words tumbled in his mind and he fought to grab hold of them, of their meaning. “Choose you?” His mouth moved and he heard the words, and yet didn’t. Almost like he was dead… but alive. Trapped in his body.

The sudden terror of losing his mind before the master could take it, jolted panic through him. “No!” he gasped. “He can’t have you! He can’t have me.”

“I don’t want you to suffer,” she choked out bitterly, like there was no option, suffering had to come. The only negotiating might be who the sacrifice would be—her or him. “I’m the Redemptrix Vessel, I messed up. I should be the one to pay. Master always said I was the wild card in this evil game. I was the one to save the town, not you!”

Solomon’s mind and body slowly knit together more tightly. Every second, his ability to think faster and clearer returned like sparks of fire. “You didn’t mess up,” he whispered, shaking her a little. “Nobody messed up. Chaos? Listen, I need you to listen to me.” Solomon gripped her face in the dark and fluttered kisses along her mouth. “I really need you to hear me. I need you to hear me and understand something very deep in your heart and mind for me. Can you do that?”

The barest nod came with her shaky breaths on his lips as she latched her fingers onto his shoulders from behind, pressing her cold breasts against his chest. Solomon gasped at the connection, desperate for any and every kind of bond he could get with her.

“You are my wife now.” He stated the fierce words right on her lips, not wanting anything in that cell to steal them. “I want to take care of you. I want to have children with you, be a family, that’s what I want. Are you hearing me?”

She let out a sob against his mouth and nodded.

“Tell me you want this too. Chaos, you have to tell me—that you want this.” “I want this, I want this,” she said bitterly. “But I can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” he said fervently. “You can. Do you trust me, Beautiful?” Words had never ached and burned inside of Solomon more.

He felt her nod again and Solomon focused his mind, knowing this hour—these seconds—might be his last chance.

“I know that this means a lot to the town, I understand that. I understand that there is a curse that has to be lifted. But did you know…” he said, ideas swirling in his mind, “that when you found me, you found more than the answer to your curse?”

Solomon had kissed her between every other word, and she now struggled to kiss him back, her fingers clutching desperately along his neck. “W… what? Tell me,” she said.

He slipped his fingers beneath her hair and cradled her head while she pressed soft innocent kisses on his mouth. “I’m here to end the curse,” he said. The urgency in her lips made him even more desperate to convince her that they had to live.

“Yes,” she whispered, her kisses hotter now. Solomon followed the tightly woven fabric of lies in her mind while being careful not to move too quickly and suddenly. The last thing he needed was to push her into a mental place that might break her. Keeping his kisses fervent, he continued, “It’s finally so very clear to me, Beautiful. I was brought here to help Master. I think you knew, you knew all along, and that’s why I was picked. Because I would be able to help set it all right.”

“Yes, you’re the one.” Her fingers raked through his hair as he moved his mouth along her face to her ear.

“Master doesn’t realize it…” he said, building his case for their survival. “He’s been taken by the curse. That’s why I was called here, I was called not just to save the town, but to save Master too. Master isn’t a bad man, but the curse is trying to take him.”

She gave little moans, her lips kissing along his neck. “He’s very good.”

Solomon gritted his teeth as acid rose in his throat at her words. But she wasn’t hearing what he needed her to. “I know he is. I know you’re good too, I’ve known this since I met you.” Her lips were on his chest now and he gasped when her mouth covered his nipple and sucked with a sweet hunger. His cock decided to come alive at that moment, desperate to survive, too live, and love her.




“Come to me, Beautiful.”

She couldn’t deny the joy that stole her breath and made her smile bigger than she ever had. He laughed at seeing it. She snuggled into his chest. “You’re like a fairytale dream,” she said wrapping her limbs in his and encountering his arousal. “What’s this?” she asked, stroking him with a smile.

“It’s you, that’s what it is,” he said hungrily, rolling so he laid above her. He kissed her, his lips and tongue sending fire to explode through her. It mixed with the new things growing inside her. The power it created made her feel invincible, perfect, and beautiful.

She rolled him onto his back and straddled his waist. Staring into his gaze, she rose up and placed him at her entrance, holding his liquid blue stare as she lowered down very slowly. His strong hands gripped her hips but didn’t help, only held.

The new emotions and feelings bubbled hot and pure until she felt drunk. Her lips parted and her eyelids grew heavy with it. She let her head fall back as she lowered down on him with a savoring pace. At hearing his sounds of pleasure, she brought her head forward and stared into his eyes again, stroking her hands along his, and down his arms.

When she sat fully on him, his eyes clenched tight and his fingers dug. Her breaths came faster as his desire pulsed deep inside her, a furious rhythm, yearning to run wild and free in her. She wanted that. She wanted him wild and free in her.

He flicked his hips with a grunt, hitting against that place inside and drawing a soft cry of ecstasy. This place was so sacred to her. The harder and faster he touched it, the deeper it took her into another world. A paradise. And the long, soft groan sounds he made said it did the same to him.

“Make love to me, my Beautiful wife.”

Beautiful wife. The name stole her breath and Chaos began moving on him, testing different rhythms while watching what he liked most. He liked when she flicked her hips toward him while sitting fully down. She was happy he liked it, because it was perfect. God, it was so perfect.

“Solomon,” she cried out, placing her hands on his legs behind her.

“Jesus, yes,” he whispered, meeting her grinding with his own flicks.

“Touch your clit, Princess.”

She quickly obeyed the heated order, giving herself to the glorious power rushing through her. “Solomon,” she gasped, feeling it surging like a hot tidal wave. “It’s coming.”

His hands tightened on her hips and he moved her in rapid jerks, holding her so tight to him. The intensity drew her orgasm on a scream and she rode the brutal pleasure. She was suddenly on her back and he was kissing her, thrusting hard and fast into her, obliterating that place no man had ever been before. Only her Solomon. Only her Solomon knew the way to this place. All her life, she’d been Satan’s whore but with Solomon … with her immaculate husband, she was always a princess. Pure, innocent, and beautiful.