Trigger warnings: mentions of human trafficking, forceful Marriage and rape.
(Azreal)
Issac has been on my fucking ass for the past few days about me letting go of amaryllis and whatever was fucking next to her.
He said that 'they had trespassed how could you release then, like out of all of us why would show care and mercy to them?!'
Fucking damn it I'm not that heartless.
But that dumbass doesn't even know how they look like he didn't even stop them from trespassing, he just got us the resources.
Because he was 'late' probably fucking someone's daughter or sniffing drugs like an animal when it sees food.
And I don't even know how, but the second I saw that girl in my sight it was just fucking magnetic.
She attracted my eyes without wanting to, and the way she stands up towards me like no one else.
Everyone backs up and sometimes it's annoying to be feared, I'm trying. To have a conversation.
It feels like they just tell me 'fuck you'.
But her she said it differently, she said fuck you like she wanted to kill me, and I wanted her to kill me, kill me so hard and the last thing I see is her raging eyes.
That one green, one blue eye glaring at me so god damn violently, like I am some god damn murderer.
Oh shit I am.
And I don't know how the fuck she did it, but she made me come with just her glare and her sucking on the knife.
I also don't come that hard, and now I'm obsessed, and she won't escape me no matter how hard she tries.
Cause she is fucking stuck with me like sement that is painted on bricks. Besides it's not even a bad thing, since anyone who tries to hurt me I'll hurt them back.
But her, oh fucking her, she slapped me three times and I got harder I each god damn time.
I just wish she hit me more.
I wish she spit on my face, slapped me, kicked me, punched me, and told me I was the most fucking attractive person ever.
I feel the pencil in my hand break, and then I realize how hard I had been gripping it.
The sound made me leave from my daydreaming about my flower.
I take a deep breath then exhale, trying to focus on my case.
A person enters the room, I look up to find it was Evan. Evan was one of the people who worked with us in the mafia and is more of the dry but chill one around us.
You can have a conversation with him but after a bit of time he'll just end up becoming a listener and a person to more open up to.
He sits in the chair next to me and pulls out a cigar lights it up then rests back in the chair.
Papers on the table is all he sees. "What's all of this?" He crossed his arms as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
I rub my head with my hand, letting out a deep exhale. "The fucking case I have to shut down." I say triggered.
He examines the papers. "Shit, which one did you have again?" He puffs out air as he touches the scattered paper, reading a few words on each one.
"Human trafficking." I take back the paper from him and adjust them, tapping them on the table so they all become even.
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Eyed Well
Romance"You fucking manwhore!" I point the knife at his throat as he backs up a little, his hands in the air a sign of defeat, a sign only he will show me. "You think that this is a joke." I drag the knife lower to his stomach, his smirk still on his lips...
