Aquamira
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• Mirjam •
I've had a good life. A nice family home. Parents who only wanted the best for me.
A nice and almost perfect fiancé. I followed my passion and never looked back.
Until I went to far.
I got abducted and tortured in Afghanistan. Held by terrorists for months.
I just wanted to help people, follow my passion as an army nurse.
But I paid the price.
I'm home but the old Mirjam died in Afghanistan. Died in that dark room.
I left everything behind and went to find my new self.
I was never one to give up. So why start now?
• Saw •
As the President of my club, I have to be in control of everything.
My club, my life, the woman I fuck.
People respect me, like they should.
People do what I say, because they know what I will do if they don't.
Woman flick around me, there is never a short supply.
Life is good.
Until the spitfire that moved into my sisters old apartment starts haunting my mind.
*This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes*
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