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liv and sam

Liv's heart raced in her chest as she found herself tied to a cold, metal chair in a dimly lit room. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to the air, mingling with the musty odor of damp walls. She refused to meet the icy gaze of the woman standing before her, the woman who once held her heart in her hands.

"Sam, let me go," Liv's voice trembled with a mix of fear and anger as she addressed the formidable figure in front of her. Sam, the mafia boss, her ex-lover—a ruthless woman with power that extended far beyond the realms of the underworld.

"My love, you're in deep shit with me right now, so stop the begging, even though I do love it," Sam's voice was laced with a dangerous edge, a tone that sent shivers down Liv's spine."What do you mean, Sam?" Liv's defiance masked a deep-seated dread that gnawed at her insides. She couldn't bear to look into those piercing eyes that once promised love and protection but now held nothing but possessiveness and malice."

Really, my love, you let someone who's not me touch you in places only I should," Sam's words cut through the stale air like a knife. Liv's silence spoke volumes, her refusal to engage in the accusations only seemed to stoke Sam's fury.

"So what if I did? We're not dating, you're an ex for a reason," Liv's words hung heavy between them, a fragile thread that threatened to unravel at the slightest touch.Sam's face twisted in a mixture of rage and hurt as she moved closer, towering over Liv. With a sudden, swift movement, she grabbed Liv's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze before planting a possessive kiss on her lips. It was a twisted display of affection that quickly turned into a brutal assault as Sam's hand came down on Liv's cheek with a resounding slap.

The sound echoed in the room, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play. Sam's actions were calculated, a mix of twisted love and brutal punishment that left Liv reeling, her cheek throbbing with pain.

"I told you, my love, you will always be mine, even if you don't want to," Sam's voice was a dangerous whisper, a promise of more pain to come if Liv dared to defy her.As the hours stretched into eternity, Liv's world became a haze of pain and fear. Sam's presence l

doomed over her like a dark cloud, suffocating any shred of hope or defiance. The room became a prison, trapping Liv in a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

But amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience ignited within Liv's heart. She refused to be reduced to a mere pawn in Sam's twisted game of love and control. With every bruise and every insult, she found a strength she never knew she had—a strength born out of survival, out of the will to break free from the chains that bound her.And so, in a moment of defiance, in a burst of courage that burned brighter than the sun, Liv dared to look Sam in the eye, her gaze unwavering despite the fear that pulsed through her veins.

"I am not yours, Sam. I will never be yours," Liv's voice rang out with a steely resolve, a defiance that cut through the suffocating air like a blade.

For a moment, a flicker of surprise crossed Sam's face, her mask of control slipping ever so slightly. And in that moment, Liv saw a glimpse of the woman she once loved, buried beneath layers of power and darkness.But the fleeting moment passed, replaced once more by Sam's cold facade. With a cruel smile, she leaned in close to Liv's ear, her voice a venomous whisper that sent a chill down Liv's spine.

                                                       "We'll see about that, my love. We'll see."