I like the dark room. I like his angry eyes.
The skeletons in his closet give me butterflies.
I didn't try to run and now I'm paying the price,
But what to do, father? This prison feels like paradise.
He treats me so well, he's always so nice!
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A/N: clown aayat at your service with them bulk updates again! 🤡<3
it's a spree, enjoy✨ I'll probably post 3-4 OBSCENELY FAT, JUICY chapters this weekend. you can skim over my wall for me mentioning when the next update will be, wHY aM I dEaD or wOTZ 🚨BLODY 🚨happenin📢📢, from time to time. (thanks for joining my 3k potatofamily, its unbelieBUBBLEZSHGDSJSQUEALINGGGG)
so anyway, ive been put in charge of co-planning and arranging stuff for my beautiful sister's (send prayers and blessings!) wedding so. sorRY GUYZ but the finishing of prison paradise and elixir by february-march plan seems a bit.... you know :') but ima spoil you guys with ABUNDANT of sprees every time I update so dw just g-
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Ahlam remembers the lush green island she spent her childhood at.
The cool breeze in her face ever filled with sweet fragrances of pretty pink and white flowers where she used to frolic around in the soft dewy grass, lie down in the fields and bask in the gentle sun early mornings, the conical straw hat covering her pale face, cheeks flushed pink from laughing, a wheat stalk pressed between her teeth as she would grin blissfully at the skies; the bright, bright, brilliant blue skies.
The sound of children squealing with laughter nearby as they chased each other hauntingly still echoed in her ears ten years later.
The chirping of birds and the squawking of seagulls, the lapping sound of the water against the beach some distances away, the rustling of the tall grass as the winds swept through, the silhouette of the mountains far far away with their peak touching the skies, disappearing in the floating white fleece clouds...
It was paradise.
Only for one night to be awokensuddenly snatched off her bed.
The pungent smell of blood, alcohol and sweat was all she could register before she drifted into unconsciousness.
When she woke up, she realised from the little window in the wall, she was drifting in the middle of the ocean miles away from that island, only later learning while she trembled in the small cabin that, the man barking away orders downstairs with those heavy, frightening scars on his face, the man that everyone feared and obeyed and answered to, the second most dangerous villain in the Azur Realm, was her real biological father — the infamous pirate captain Aran. Who had, by every right, come to finally collect his daughter.
And, for Ahlam, that's the day the sky fell on her shoulders.
WHY. Just why..
She would rather have lived her life believing she was an orphan than be told this ugly criminal pushed her out of his penis sixteen years ago into an unidentified woman's vagina.
