The evening sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the small, cluttered cabin. Lynn sat on her bed, a thin mattress pushed against the wall, her heart racing as she heard the door slam shut. Clint's heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, growing louder.
"Lynn!" he barked, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Get in here!"
Taking a deep breath, Lynn pushed herself off the bed, her palms sweaty. She knew what was coming. She stepped into the dimly lit living room, where Clint stood, a hulking figure framed by the fading light. His face was flushed, a mix of anger and something darker.
"Did you think you could sneak out again?" he growled, stepping closer. "I told you to stay away from that forest!"
"I wasn't—" Lynn started, but Clint cut her off, his eyes narrowing.
"You think I don't know what you're up to?" He leaned in, his breath reeking of alcohol. "You're mine, Lynn. No one else will ever have you. I love you, you understand? I'm the only one who cares."
Lynn's heart sank. She recoiled from his gaze, which felt like chains tightening around her. "That's not love, Clint," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You're hurting me."
He scoffed, a twisted smile creeping across his lips. "Hurt? This is protection. You think those villagers care about you? They'd turn you away if they knew what you were. You belong with me."
"No!" Lynn shouted, surprising herself. "I don't belong to you!"
Clint's expression darkened, and he stepped forward, looming over her. "You think you can defy me? You have no idea what you're capable of. I will make you understand that you are mine—forever."
Lynn felt a surge of emotion, anger mixed with fear. She could feel something stirring within her, an echo of the powers she hadn't fully learned to control. "I won't let you do this," she said, her voice steadier now. "I'll find a way to break free."
Clint's eyes flashed with rage. "You'll regret those words, Lynn. I've given you everything, and you will pay for this rebellion."
With that, he stormed past her, slamming the door behind him. Lynn's heart raced as the silence fell. She leaned against the wall, trembling, tears brimming in her eyes.
But beneath the fear, a flicker of defiance sparked within her. She was tired of being afraid. She was tired of being his.
As she stood there, the shadows around her began to shift, whispering promises of strength and freedom. Lynn closed her eyes, feeling the elements stirring inside her, urging her to embrace her true self.
"I am not yours," she whispered to the empty room, her voice resolute. "I am mine."
Lynn crouched behind a thick tree trunk, heart pounding as she peered into the vibrant underbrush. The forest called to her, its beauty a stark contrast to the oppressive weight of her uncle's home. She knew she shouldn't be here—Clint's warnings echoed in her mind.
"What if he finds out?" she whispered to herself, brushing her red hair back nervously. She took a step forward, curiosity overwhelming her fear.
Suddenly, a rustling sound made her freeze. She turned, expecting Clint, but instead, a small bird flitted past, chirping a cheerful tune. A smile broke across her face, and she felt a spark of freedom.
But the moment was cut short when she heard Clint's voice in the distance, barking her name. Panic surged through her. "Lynn! Get back here!"
Her heart sank. She took a final glance at the forest before sprinting back home, determined to find a way to explore more freely one day.
Lynn sat curled up on her bed, trying to drown out the angry words drifting through the thin walls. Clint was on the phone, and she strained to listen.
"You think I'll let her leave? She's mine! No one can take her from me!" His voice was low and dangerous.
A chill ran down Lynn's spine. She knew he was talking about her—his possessive words sending a wave of dread through her. She pressed her back against the wall, wanting to disappear.
"What if they find out? I'll handle it," he continued. "If they come snooping around, I'll make sure they regret it."
Lynn's breath hitched. She had to tell someone, but the fear of what Clint would do kept her silent. As she lay in the dark, she felt the weight of her uncle's control pressing down on her.
But deep down, a spark of rebellion ignited. She couldn't live like this forever.
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Forbidden Embrace
Romanceim not good at writing these as well this is a rough draft i need to edit it and add more still would love to know what you think. it is about Lynn being taken by her uncle and trapped in the forest and tricked into loving him an her never being fo...
