He whispered, "Don't make a sound." "How do you expect me to beg and cry for you?" I taunt and attempt to dig my nails in the hand he rested in front of me, eye level while I was on his lap. He squeezed the hand tightly before pushing it behind my back. He slapped my ass hard for the little comment, and I gawked. I've never been struck, or punished before. "I'm sure you'll find an alternative." Sayter stroked my hair, and spanked me again. - It's 1890, the Victorian Era. Theres a killer on the loose, and it's a pretty little thing named Victoria Vonscuets. Victoria fakes her job as a prostitute to lure her clients into bed with her and to their brutal deaths. But if she had a rival for notoriety, it was Sayter Hamel, a vicious, brutal crime lord who tortured and killed victims on his raider who owed more than they could give. When Victoria decides she wants to try and kill Sayter, she's caught and Sayter decides he'll keep her for himself and teach her submission. But Victoria has a plan to exceed the same goal, all she has to do is sell her soul. ⚠️WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING SEX, KIDNAPPING, TORTURE, AND A BDSM RELATIONSHIP SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING MOVE ON⚠️

Taken. He beats me ,rapes me what else can I say I was taken.

Stalk /stôk/ harass or persecute (someone) with unwanted and obsessive attention He parked his car with the rest of the guests for his princess' 18th birthday he hoped he wasn't too late. It took him longer than expected to make sure her gift was perfect, he went to the backyard of her house to see if she was there. When he saw her through her windows, he was amazed. She looked gorgeous. Just like a princess, his princess. In her rose coloured dress she would surely gain unwanted attention from immature teenage boys, what she really needed was him. He could take care of her and their future family, he could already imagine a little girl running around his house looking just like her mother, his wife.

18+ "Don't come near me." Erin sobbed. Her arms shakily held up a gun as she took steps away from her captor. "I will shoot." Her captor stood in front of her, a look of amusement on his face as he raised his hands in fake surrender. "I want you to let me go." Erin said, raising her chin and attempting to give an aire of confidence, "Call off your security, let them go home. Let me go home." The confidence was short lived as Erin felt the tears fall down her face and drip down from her chin. Two years she had been here. Two years away from her family and the life she once knew. Two years of abuse from her captor. "Now now kitty, you know I won't do that. So be a good little girl and put down the gun." The man took two steps towards her. Erin fumbled with the gun before clicking off the safety. She had never held a gun before, much less used one, but she had seen him handle one so often she felt like an expert. "I am not yours! You can't keep me forever." Erin watched in slow motion as her captor reached out for the gun, ripping it from her grip. A hand pulled at her hair, as she screamed in pain and frustration. Before she knew it she was in the steel grip of her captor, an all too familiar situation. "You are mine. You will always be mine, and I will fuck you every second of every day until you get that through your pretty little head." ________ Erin once had dreams of University, first loves and creating the perfect family. Now Erin dreamed of freedom.

Her smoky charcoal eyes met his coffee-colored ones. And just like that an obsession was born.

Rose is only his. He was the one who bought her up. He was the one who killed to keep her safe, fed her, clothed her. He only loves her. Because he only feels only around her. Trigger Warning: This story contains content that may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Themes include, but are not limited to: Sexual content, Violence, Abuse (physical, emotional, and/or sexual), Mental illness, Self-harm, Suicide, Death. Please proceed with caution and take care of your mental and emotional well-being. If you feel that these topics might be upsetting or triggering for you, consider skipping this story or seeking support from a trusted friend, family member, or mental health professional. Important Note: This story does not intend to glamorize, advertise, or portray these acts as acceptable. Instead, it aims to raise awareness about the harsh realities that some individuals face. The purpose is to foster understanding and empathy for those who have experienced such trauma.

WHO WILL BE THE PSYCHOPATHS OBSESSION? MILDA ASUNCION IS JUST A MERE NERD AS OTHERS DESCRIBED HER. SHE'S KIND BUT ANTI-SOCIAL, SHE'S WEAK IN PHYSICAL BUT STRONG EMOTIONAL. SHE'S SIMPLE SO WHY SOMEONE IS OBSESS TO HER? WHAT WILL YOU DO IF YOU FOUND OUT THAT SOMEONE IS OBSESS WITH YOU? ------------------------------ Credit for the photo that I used for my book cover. @EnnRouz

RANKING #1 11/05/2018(in #fallinginlove) RANKING #2 11/05/2018(in italianmafia) RANKING #7 11/05/2018(in singlemother) RANKED #36 02/05/2018( in General Fiction) "Why are you doing this ?" I asked. He walked towards me and I kept stepping backwards and stopped when my back hit the wall. He placed his two hands on either side of the wall as if trying to cage me in his arms. His face just millimetres apart from my face. He glanced at my lips and then looked back at me into my eyes. Then he leaned in towards my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my neck that increased my own breaths. He whispered in his spectacularly seductive voice... "Things have just started tesoro. You haven't seen any of it . You will do exactly what I said." He pulled away from me and flashed his signature smirk. Then he kept walking until he glanced back and said... "Fino alla prossima volta, amore" He walked away from me leaving all my emotions puzzled. I stood and kept staring at the door asking myself only one question "What is he doing to me?" Stay tuned for more details 😘😘😘 Cover by: @DecentTrouble