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Bound and Broken

by @crimsoncaous
2 chapters
~5 min read

Valentine Van Vise restores old masters, but Damien Kross wants to break the artist. When her brother’s debt puts her in Damien’s gloved hands, he ties her to his bed and makes her his private collection—fucked, used, and remade into a toy he won’t share. She learns to hate how much her body begs for more.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

VV

valentine van vise

A 20-year-old art restorer with red hair she pins up while working, though strands always escape. She has pale skin, sharp green eyes that hold too much trust, and the kind of curves that draw stares she's learned to ignore. Her hands are steady from years of delicate work, but lately they shake when she hears footsteps too close.

NC

neil catellen

A 27-year-old rival art dealer with jet-black hair slicked back and cold grey eyes that never blink long enough. He has a lean, powerful build hidden beneath tailored charcoal suits, and his hands are always gloved—no one has seen them bare in years. The only imperfection on a face carved from marble and menace.

MV

Marcus Voss

Isabella's older brother, a 28-year-old gallery curator with the same honey-blonde hair and blue eyes, though his have gone hard and watchful. He has a boxer's broken nose and knuckles scarred from bar fights he never starts but always finishes. He smells of turpentine and old paper, and he's the only person Bella trusts to stand between her and Damien.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

Tied to the Chair

Isabella Voss wakes disoriented, bound to a heavy wooden chair in a dim warehouse. The only light is a single bulb swinging above her head. Damien Kross steps out of the shadows, his grey eyes fixed on her. He removes one glove, revealing scarred fingers, and presses them to her throat. 'You're my art now,' he says. 'Let's see how you handle the frame.' He turns a key in a metal collar already locked around her neck. Her brother Marcus is nowhere.

2

Frame of Flesh

Damien draws a knife from his jacket and slices the ropes at her wrists and ankles without nicking her skin. He grips her arm and leads her past the crates to the bare metal bed frame, his gloved hand cool on her elbow. 'Time to test the proportions,' he says, lifting her wrists to the leather cuffs hanging from the headboard. The cuffs close around her skin with a soft click, and the chain tautens as she tests the length.