Inferno desires

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Trigger Warning:
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Nova's POV:

I feel gross.

I feel gross.

I feel gross.

I wake up, and feel an arm around me that I immediately push away. I feel like I'm suffocating. I don't like this feeling.

"Mama come back to bed," says Xavier's grovely voice.

"Um-I uh, it's fine. I'm not tired," I say, frantically searching around for an exit.

There is only one door.

"Only one door," I mutter, closing my eyes. "Only one door."

"Nova, breathe. Take a deep breath and breathe. You're safe here," says Xavier, standing up off the bed and appearing in front of me. "You're safe."

"One exit. There's only one exit," I say, hyperventilating. "Xavier, why is there only one exit?"

"I can make you a second one," he assures, trying to find an answer to my question. "Just like how we blocked the window. I can make another exit."

"Really?" I whimper.

"Yes mama. Come here," he says, opening his arms to me.

He won't hurt me.

I walk toward him, and hug his always warm body. I love how I feel in his arms. He won't hurt me. He won't hurt me. He makes me safe, he won't hurt me.

I soon feel liquid falling from my eyes, and down my face onto Xavier's shirt.

Why am I crying?

Xavier responds by just holding me more securely, but not tighter so I don't feel suffocated.

Why hasn't he just left me yet? I feel like I'm being a burden to him. I'm just a weight on his shoulders.

I wake up, and I immediately throw up. I think Ezra raped me. No, I know he did.

I can't even cry if I wanted to because Maya was all I was thinking about. This man is wicked, and I feel gross. I feel so gross, and I'm scared, and I just want out. Why can't he just kill me?

Why can't this all be just one horrible dream.

I miss Ayla.

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"Princess, that's enough cheese," she says, taking the greater away from me. "No, that's too much cheese. Why so much cheese Princess?"

"Because I like cheese," I smile, looking up at her bright blue eyes.

"Fine, I guess I like cheese now too," she sighs, a smile tugging at the corner of her lip.

Ayla then starts putting on pepperoni, peppers, onions, sausages, and olives. I just watch her as her charcoal black hair sways in the mid-ponytail she put it in. Ayla is so beautiful.

"Ayla you're really beautiful, you know that," I say.

"M-me?" She stutters, her face turning a bright pink in colour.

"Yeah you," I giggle. "And I really mean it."

"Well that means a lot coming from you Princess," she blushes.

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I miss my love, Xavier.

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