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Acoustics trembled down the path to the guillotine as my mother fluffed my outrageous creampuff dress. “I look like a goose,” I grumbled as she tied a thick pink bow around my neck. My collar, my leash, my cattle chain. “You look fit for a lord.” She preened. “He will be so pleased when he sees you.” I hated that. I wished to tangle my hair, blister my skin, and wear dirty potato sacks for all of time so men like him would never glance at me twice again. Maybe that’s what I should have done to avoid this union. Maybe I was too cowardly to harm myself. But this fate was sure and certain death. I knew my impending husband would make good on his threats of sexing me until I bled and cried for mercy. A fate worse than any demise I could imagine. My mother and two of the lord’s men helped me onto a white horse, my skirts billowing over the sides. I rubbed the animal’s ear softly, wishing I could trade places with the creature but knowing she was this man’s property the same as I was. “We are both trapped mares, aren’t we?” I asked her tenderly as the attendants let go of her reins and she trotted down the aisle of onlookers to my waiting evil peacock of a future husband. The whole town had shown to watch my beheading, I mean wedding. Nosy, bored jerks. Why was no one speaking up about how wrong this was? How this was no way to live or end one’s life? Why was I doomed simply for being a woman? The groom looked up at me as the priest spoke about love and duty. It may as well have been a reading of my final job description. Leaning in, the lord patted the horse on its snout. “See, Poesy? All it takes is a few beatings and fuckings, and you’ll be as helpless and docile as Penny here.” Penny. Even her name was similar to mine. And for some reason, imagining her beaten, her white fur marred with blood at his hands, lit something inside me. Something like rage, a feeling I’d scarcely allowed myself to truly embody. Trapped, caged animals with nowhere to go, nowhere safe from the men who hunted and captured us. A crow called from the forest beyond, pulling my attention. Nowhere to go except…Buy Now or Read for FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

About Kat Blackthorne
Kat Blackthorne is a bestselling author of haunting romance. She writes passion, characters, and worlds that linger past the last page. Her tales embrace cozy darkness with magical and spooky twists. Catnip for her is banter, begging, challenging norms, and beings who worship their women. Kat lives somewhere deep in the mountains in a witch’s cottage with her talking feline. She has a collection of quotes and character names a mile long, her favorite holiday is Halloween, and her favorite book is whatever she read last. Join her spooky reader coven on Facebook: Kat Blackthorne and The Black Hearts Coven Follow her on Tiktok where her hashtags have over six million views: @katblackthorne Find her on Instagram: @katblackthorneauthor Website: http://www.katblackthorne.comFollow: Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Reader Group | Goodreads | BookBub | Newsletter | Website | Amazon | Pinterest | TikTok |
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