𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+
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A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped.
His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the i...
"If he's as bad as they say, guess I'm already cursed."
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The car drove on in silence for what felt like forever, and after what seemed like thirty minutes, it finally slowed. My heart pounded as we pulled up to the front of a tall glass building. The architecture was cold and imposing, like everything else I've been through.
"Welcome to the UK," the man beside me said as he opened the door. His voice was pleasant, but his eyes held nothing but cold indifference.
I was going to be trapped here. There was no turning back now.
I felt my eyes just basically bulge out the sockets. That explains the gloomy skies. I shook my head no, while whispering no the one word I could say. I was full blown crying, just breaking down in front of this man I don't even know.
The man smile began to fade as he reached out gently grabbed my hands telling me to breathe.
Eventually my breathing was back on track, I didn't want to speak to anyone at this moment. I wanted to make a run for it, however I had these two guards by my side, they could potentially gun me down.
"You'll be okay Ms Martin, your a smart girl I know it." The driver gave me a reassuring smile before handing me the orange shopping bag. Something in his eyes told me to take heed for what's next.
Security lead me to the elevator before sending me up. I entered into this huge penthouse, and there stood Reign.
A handsomely, deadly, psychotic, but charming face.
I frustratedly stepped out the elevator taking in my surroundings, while threatening my tears not to fall.
"Sorry for the delay. I see Lionel gave you the gift for your trouble." A smooth smile curled on his lips. I chuckled, feeling like I was losing my mind. And of course, the tears followed. I dropped the bag to the floor.
"Reign, j-just the other night, I saw my friend get sh-shot. Now I've been brought to the other s-side of the world. This is... this is so not okay," I whispered softly, each word sinking in as I realized what I had just said out loud.
The smile disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He gently placed both hands under my ears, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs before wiping away my tears.
"We went though this. That girl died at your friend's expense, I don't tolerate disrespect Amina. You'll learn eventually. I do prefer making people live with the quilt of what happens when make the wrong choices." He slowly kisses my forehead.
"I could take their life but there's no real harm done is there?" A last light peck on my lips, taking my hand in his. "We can't run from pain, we must face it."
"Come, the chef has finished up."
I'm a little taken aback. How is it that this man remains so calm, as if everything he's done is perfectly normal? We sat down at the dinner table—Reign at the head, me at his side. Everything was arranged beautifully: the lighting was soft and intimate, and the food smelled absolutely delicious.
