I stumbled upon my steps when he pushed me into his house, turning around I steadied myself while looking around at the unfamiliar place.
Or should I call it a mansion.
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I stumbled over my own feet as he shoved me through the doorway, barely catching myself before I hit the polished marble floor. Gasping, I straightened up, eyes wide as they scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. Or should I sayâa mansion. Everything about it screamed wealth, power⌠and danger. I blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears, smearing them away with my shoulder because my hands were bound tightly in front of me. The ropes bit into my skin, a cruel reminder that this wasnât a nightmare. It was my new reality. âWelcome to my world, princess,â he said, voice like velvet over broken glass. --- Lewis. The name alone makes my stomach churn. The man I once thought I loved. The one who walked into my life with a smile too perfect and eyes too deceptive. He wore sweetness like a mask, a disguise that crumbled the moment he had me. At first, he was everything I ever wanted. Until he became everything I feared. He didnât just hurt meâhe broke me. And just when I thought there was no way out of his twisted love, his brother appeared. Like a storm. Like a promise. I thought I saw a savior in him. But I couldnât have been more wrong. The day I stepped into their house, I didnât just lose my freedom. I lost my dignity. I never sought his attention. I never wanted his eyes on me. But he gave it anywayâunrelenting, consuming, obsessive. He didnât offer me freedom from Lewis. He offered me a different kind of captivity. One laced with soft touches and sharp edges. One that didnât hurt my skin, but carved into my soul. With Lewis, I lost my body. With him, I lost everything. He stole my sanity with his silence, my breath with his gaze, and my heart with his wickedness. I was a puppet tangled in the strings of two devilsâone who broke me openly, and the other who worshipped my broken pieces like treasures he owned. In trying to escape one prison⌠I fell into another. But this one has velvet chains and a master who whispers in the dark. Now the only question left is: Will he heal me⌠or destroy whatâs left of me? ------------------------------- â ď¸WARNING: IT CONTAINS DARK ROMANCE, FORCED AND HAS MATURED CONTENT. ------------------------------- â ď¸It's a short story. â ď¸I cannot promise regular updates but I'll publish the chapter whenever I have time so please be patient with the updatesđđť ------------------------------- â ď¸English is not my first language ------------------------------- â ď¸PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK
Her: "Ahhhhh" I screamed when he forced himself inside me again. I can't take this anymore. I have lost the counts of how many times he had done this today. "Seems like you're enjoying" he said. I cried at his choice of words. "Ah fuck! You feels so good. I can't get enough of you baby girl, scream my name while I'm making you cum again" he growled loudly while started to pound inside me hard and roughly. My eyes roll back and I started see to black dots around me. I was going to faint but still he is going on. I don't know when he will stop. He never does and never will. He never mind if I was conscious or unconscious. He will just continue to do his work. ------------------------------- I never knew my life would change this drastically. All I ever wanted was to go on a trip with my friends but never expected that it would cost me so much. Never in my wildest dream expected that he would do something like that to me infront of my friends and manipulate them against me. Why he's doing this? What does he wants from me? Well here is my story a trip to hell...!!! ---------------------------------- â ď¸WARNING: IT CONTAINS DARK ROMANCE, FORCED AND HAS MATURED CONTENT.
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