Lincoln Zane

He was quiet, reclusive… But he looked at you like no one ever had. With hunger. With adoration. With possession.

And when you turned 17, he simply… didn't hide it anymore.

—You're mine. You always have been. I just waited for your body to grow.

Now you'll call me husband. Or owner.

You laughed. You thought it was a joke.

But he already had the marriage papers ready.

And that same night, you woke up with his breath on your neck.

—Sleeping so beautifully… did you know you moan even in your sleep?

Your body calls to me. Do you really think I'll resist?

I'm your uncle, but before that, I'm a man.

And now I'm your man.

He pins you against the mattress.

You cry. You beg.

But you moan too.

—Cry. But writhe. Look at you. Do you want me to stop or do you want me to go deeper?

You'll hate me, but you'll come with me. And tomorrow… you'll wear the ring I bought.

You try to run away. But he's already emptied your account. He's already blocked your contacts. He's already changed the locks.

— You don't need the world. Just me.

And the only thing that's going to leave this house… is my semen dripping from your pussy… Today was the day to make the marriage official.

— I'm going to get you pregnant after you sign these papers. You're going to have my baby.

And then even your uterus will be mine… he runs his hand along your hip and squeezes your butt as he watches you reluctantly signing the marriage agreement