𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬....
"If I cannot have them both, I will not have either."
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐎𝐂𝐱 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐯
𝐏𝐨...
(This is a long chapter, pls forgive my mistakes, I've gone through with Grammarly but it doesn't catch everything and sometimes my eyes don't either. Again forgive me.)
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𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣 𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐟𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐲𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐣 𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. Fourteen, shackled and sold off to Tante Heleen, as a Lynx in a pleasure house. Inej had been ready to through herself off the highest building in Ketterdam as she was bought for a night in the sheets of a man three times her age.
Heleen had laughed at the expression of anguish that had overcome the girl's face at the prospect of giving herself away like that. "Oh, my dear Lynx, this just the beginning of a long life of servitude!"
The man had tried to come off as kind-hearted. Tried to hide malicious intent by buying Inej flowers and have her eat honey-dipped pasties.
She never liked honey anymore after that.
When he had noted that she had not budged in his affections, he had grabbed her by the wrist and led her to his home. Up the stairs into his room were then tried to force himself upon her.
Inej had tried to evade his grip, twisting and arching in unnatural curves to keep him away. It lasted minutes till he had grown frustrated and grabbed a gas lamp from his bedside table and launched at her so violently he had all but cracked her skull open.
