Lucas POV:
Maybe... maybe I could survive this.
Maybe I could use them, just like Clark had used Blaze. Maybe they were my lesser evil, too. I could be their plaything, just like Clark had become Blaze's. They would protect me. They would keep me safe, and in return, I would give them what they wanted. Just like Clark had done.
Fuck. Was this really the only choice I had left? Was I really going to sell my soul to one of these monsters to survive? Was that what this place had turned me into?
"I'll be good," I choke out, my voice hoarse, the pressure on my throat thick and suffocating. "I'll be really good…"
I force a laugh, but it comes out shaky, strangled. The hand tightening around my neck makes it harder to breathe, but somehow I don't want him to stop. "Yeah," the blond murmurs behind me, his voice low and warm against my ear. He slides a hand down to my hips, gripping them possessively, before squeezing my ass.
