| Forced Marriage | Dark Romance | Polyamorous |
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Marriage combines two souls together in love, through sickness and in health until...
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Upon waking the following morning, I found myself grappling with conflicting emotions regarding the events of the previous night.
My intuition suggested a glimmer of compassion within them, yet my rational mind countered with the perception of their coldness and cruelty.
Despite this internal struggle, one resolute thought remained:
regardless of their true nature—be it kind, cruel, cold, or sweet—I was determined to leave this situation behind.
With this mindset, I rose from the bed where the imposing man had slept not long ago.
I had awakened alone, but noticed lotion and medication thoughtfully placed on the nightstand, available if needed.
This small gesture, however, did not deter me from my larger objective.
I remained committed to seeing the broader implications of my circumstances and taking the necessary steps to extricate myself from this complex situation.
Now that I'm finally alone, I can start planning. I walk towards the balcony and try to open the doors.
Of course they're locked and probably have some sort of alarm if opened without permission from the rats downstairs.
I rolled my eyes out of annoyance, I caught my reflection on the window and stared at the collar around my neck.
They probably put some sort of tracking device inside, plus they'll shock me if they realize I ran.
So escaping right now is not smart, I have to figure out how to get this thing off me first.
With that in thought I go to the closet and find all my clothes on one side while theirs are on the other.
Not wanting to know how they did all this in such little time.
Before I could pick out a simple pair of jeans and a shirt, Landon walks in and simply goes to my side of the closet and picks out one gray business pants and a black shirt with a matching business jacket.
He throws it on the big round sitting area in the middle of the room and walks out. What a fucking asshole.
But alas I go and change into it and look at myself in the mirror. To say he might have some style makes me want to gag but I'll admit he really does.
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