♆Don't speak. Don't move. Don't utter a sound.
You are to be docile and compliant, my dear.
For it was
a r a n g e d.♆
Part 1: The Fall
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T'was Arranged
Teen Fiction"Don't speak. Don't move. Don't utter a sound. You are to be docile and compliant at all times, for this was arranged. You want to love him? You want him to love you? Then only listen to me," my mother said, long nails nearly scraping my nose as she...
