
Title: Under His Rule
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: February 24, 2020

His Family. His rules.
Some people have loving homes.
Mine only has laws.
And she will learn to obey ā¦
When I found Natalie alone and afraid, I knew she was the one.
She came to me looking for answers to her past.
But every dark desire has a price.
Now sheās here in my domain, locked in the dark, waiting for me ...
And I am more than ready to make her submit.

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Prologue
Natalie
I never realized how scary the darkness could be ⦠if youāre surrounded by it against your will.
My body lies frozen on the cold, hard floor, my clattering teeth the only sound I hear for hours.
I donāt know where I am. Or how I came here.
All I remember is him.
The man with a smile so cumbersome it made mine disappear.
Crack. Crack.
I lift my head. The door squeaks, and the lock unhinges. When daylight breaks through, a sliver of it blinds me, so I cover my eyes. The sun is so bright compared to the shadows Iāve lived in for hours on end.
āWh-whoās there?ā My voice breaks when I speak. My throat is so dry I can barely utter the words.
I try to peek into the light where a tall figure stands, clutching the doorway. I swallow away the lump in my throat. What are they going to do with me? Is it a man or a woman? Alone or with many? So many questions ⦠and zero answers.
Someone steps forward, and I instinctively crawl away, fearing them.
Thatās what this place does to you. No matter how much time you spend in the darkness, it always manages to turn you into an animal. Raw. Rudimentary.
āHello, Natalie.ā
Itās a man, his voice dark and low, as though to command respect.
How does he know my name?
āWho are you?ā I ask.
āThatās not important right now. Whatās important for you to know is that I want you to stay strong and survive.ā
What is this?
āSurvive what?ā I mutter. āPlease ⦠let me out.ā
The man stands there watching me for what feels like minutes, though Iām sure itās only a few seconds. The lack of light is causing my brain to play tricks on me. Iāve lost all awareness of time.
They want me to lose my mind.
āPlease ā¦ā I beg again, but the figure ignores me and turns around.
As he walks back to the door, he pauses for a moment. āSubmit ⦠and itāll be over quickly.ā
Submit? To what? This is insane.
I crawl across the floor as fast as I can, toward the door, toward freedom. But when I get close, itās slammed shut right in front of me.
āNo ā¦ā I whimper, my voice escaping me. My forehead lowers to the cold, concrete floor while tears travel down my face.
If only I hadnāt seen his name in the newspaper. If only I hadnāt been so curious and gone to see him speak. If only he hadnāt laid his eyes on me.
Layers and layers of secrets are hidden behind those eyes. Secrets I shouldnāt want or need to know.
But I did. And now Iām here.
Stuck in perpetuating darkness, surrounded by nothing but concrete walls and floors.
Caught by the devil.
Taken by his henchmen.
Just to become ⦠his.


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