{"id":263847,"date":"2026-07-15T01:41:50","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:41:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/ink-blood-and-other-afflictions-episode-three-kristen-coar\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T01:41:50","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T22:41:50","slug":"ink-blood-and-other-afflictions-episode-three-kristen-coar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/ink-blood-and-other-afflictions-episode-three-kristen-coar\/","title":{"rendered":"Ink Blood And Other Afflictions Episode Three – Kristen Coar"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"<\/figure>\n

The next second, my body was wrenched sideways and hauled from the seat like a ragdoll. I hit the concrete, my elbow cracking down hard, then my hip. \u201cI swear to God, Nikolai!\u201d I shouted through the pain, smashing my palm against the concrete as I scrambled to one knee. \u201cI am going to rip your fucking head off!\u201d<\/p>\n

The SUV reversed, sending gravel flying in jagged bits of stone into my face. My hand flew up to block my eyes as the vehicle slid backward into the dark outside. A second later, the garage door began to lower, sealing me in. I was going to kill him. And then I was going to wait for him to come back and kill him again. Over and over again. You know he would just enjoy that.<\/p>\n

Her sigh fell through my thoughts. Then the scent hit me. It wasn\u2019t cedar and stillness, or that faint bite of oil he always carried\u2014 clean, with the ghost of spice beneath it, like steel warmed in his hands. Someone was nervous, sweating hard. Body odor mixed with the tang of old fries and rotting pickles. It clung to the air, crawling up my nose like a warning.<\/p>\n

That wasn\u2019t Nikolai. Before I could move, something slammed into my back. A boot drove between my shoulder blades, full force, and breath exploded from my lungs as I pitched forward, palms slapping the concrete, knees dragging. Pain splintered up my arms and down my back as I skidded half a foot before stopping. My vision blurred. \u201cYou really can get anything on the internet.\u201d<\/p>\n

The voice grated too high for a man, thin and nasal, but with something slick tucked behind it. Footsteps echoed across the concrete as he got closer, and at the far end of the space, a side door creaked open. Nikolai slipped through, a shadow against the harsh overhead light. He moved with one hand holding his arm in place, blood soaking through the fabric in a dark smear as he leaned against the wall and watched.<\/p>\n

\u201cThough this weirdo wants to watch.\u201d The other man scratched at his chin with dirty nails, then rolled his shoulders and let them settle with an audible crack. \u201cCame with a discount, though, so I guess it\u2019s fine.\u201d \u201cListen, pal.\u201d I spat a thick wad of blood onto the floor between us.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t want to do this. You can still leave.\u201d He ignored me, taking another step. Then another. \u201cI mean, you can get anything on the dark web. Zip ties in bulk. Tranquilizers by the dose. Tracking collars. Even those weird metal rigs with the\u2014what do you call them\u2014stilts?\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact authorkristencoar.com. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living ordeceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.<\/p>\n

Cover Design by Rachel Pedley 1st edition 2025 OceanofPDF.com Contents Chapter 1. The Goddess 2. Him 3. Her 4. Him 5. Her 6. Him 7. Her 8. Him 9. Her 10. The Goddess Stay Tuned Acknowledgments Note from the author About the author OceanofPDF.com To the ghosts we kissed, the wounds we named, and the monsters we let stay.<\/p>\n

When healing isn\u2019t gentle. When it\u2019s bloody, brutal, and sometimes… worth it. OceanofPDF.com H Chapter One The Goddess E WAS IN THE trees. I could smell him. The forest was wet with shadow, the ground lush beneath my bare feet, loam and moss and old rot wafting up through the air like perfume. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled, too loud to be him. He was cleverer than that. Always cleverer. I smiled. My hair fell loose around me, damp and heavy with mist, raven-black to my waist.<\/p>\n

He liked it that way\u2014wild, undone. I liked it better twisted in his fists. The wind shifted. Cedar. Sweat. Smoke. There. I moved. Not running. Not yet. Let the hunt have tension. Let him feel me coming. Feel my presence moving through his dream like blood through veins. He\u2019d carved this place from memory and will, seeded the ground with every scent and sound he thought might please me. Even my body\u2014this shape I wore\u2014was his doing. The curve of my hips.<\/p>\n

The taste of my mouth. All conjured. All gifted. All his. But the hunger? That was mine. A flash between trees\u2014his shoulder, bare and marked with old ink, vanishing before I could snatch him. Tease. I gave chase. Branches clawed at me, gentle as lovers. My legs were long, sure, made for speed. I wove through undergrowth, laughter caught behind my teeth. He made me learn joy, this man. It wasn\u2019t warm or tender. No. This was joy. The thrill of the chase, the violence of want.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

\n
\n

Table of Contents<\/p>\nToggle<\/span><\/path><\/svg><\/svg><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/span><\/div>\n