"𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆."
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"That's it, you like being fucked by my dagger, right?"
"N-no.." I whimper.
He slaps my pussy and says,"Wrong a...
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I shouldn't be here. Especially tonight. I should turn back and run to where I came from. I might die here.
Yet I feel thrilled, like there's no better thing in life then getting killed here.
It's night and like always I couldn't sleep, not with the nightmares assaulting my senses.
The moon shines through the thick canopy of the trees and this feels so unreal. This forest, glowing in the faint moonlight, all of this feels unreal.
I get lost in the beauty, too lost because I do not notice someone come behind me and slam me to the nearest tree.
My back pains and I grunt at the impact. The person's ring clad hand is still around my throat.
"Who the fuck are you?" The voice asks, it's deep and gravelly and makes my thighs clench.
Why am I getting aroused before I die?
When I don't answer in 0.2 seconds, he repeats, this time sterner,"Answer. The. Fucking. Question."
If he would loosen his grip a little I would, but his grip is so tight, I can't even see properly.
When I refuse to answer -though I want to- The person steers me into the moonlight, away from the shadow of the tree,
His grip slackens when we're in the light, and I'm able to see him too.
I recognize him instantly- Ravi Ahuja.
Fuck. Out of all the people out there, it had to be him?
They call him unhinged. He has murdered people and done so so brutually, I doubt you'll find even a piece of them left.
Recognition sparks in his dark caramel eyes. The eyes which carry a hint of 'crazy' within themselves. His dark chocolate hair falls on his pale skin. It's long but not very long.
His face is the definition of perfect and the high cheekbones and jawline isn't good for my heart. The moonlight casts a beautiful shadow on him. If it wasn't for the crazy gleam in his eyes, I'd fall head over heels for this guy.
With his hand still around my throat, he gives me a little jerk while saying,"You're that bastard's sister."
His other hand traces the outline of my body before he grips my ass painfully. I wait for the nightmares, the memories from years ago to come back, they don't.
