When Anastasia and Liam Kingsley were taken, they were severely injured but not dead. The French mafia kept them in containment, in a steel room. They were tortured, starved, beat, raped, whipped.
They made a plan.
It took years.
It was fucking w...
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Anastasia Kingsley POV
My vagina felt like a truck ran over it.
Like the one that actually almost ran me over six years ago but way harder and faster.
I lightly groaned as I put my head on the head board, which was very hard since Adrian's head was on my chest and his huge arms were around my torso.
I was just glad he had thick black curtains so light couldn't come in.
I looked over and saw the time was 2 pm, when the fuck did we go to sleep?
I look back down to notice the purple and red spots on my neck and breasts, fucking leech.
I brushed a hand through my hair as I glared at Adrian's sleeping form, he's lucky I love him.
I grabbed the tv remote from the nightstand, switching through the different shows until my eyes landed on miraculous.
Adrien Agreste is still the most stupid person ever.
"Ew! What the fuck? My virgin eyes!" Lee's voice exclaimed as I saw his head going out into the hallway as I saw Adrian holding the blanket up so that Liam couldn't see anything.
Thank fuck.
"Get out of my fucking house, уродливая мотыга." Adrian snarled at Liam who probably rolled his eyes. [uglyass hoe.]
"Then get out of my sister, жирный." Liam responded, making me let out a small giggle. [Fatass.]
I should not have taught him Russian.
"Idiots, shut up. Liam, what do you want?" I scoffed as I felt Adrians hand squeeze my thigh.
Why does he have to be so hot?
"I need your help. First take a shower. Oh and meet me at Braxton's place I at 5pm." Liam yelled as we heard silence for the next minute.
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"Okay, but do I really have to go? I'm tired." I whined as Adrian rolled his eyes, giving me a look. "And I don't like Liam anyways,"
"Either you go there or he's going to come here and make a huge mess. Trust me I've known him most my life, sadly." Adrian scoffed as he chugged his ice cold water.
"Ugh." I groaned as my back hit the soft couch that Adrian has in his living room, picking up the vodka from the table and chugging it down as it burned my throat.
