Esmee was a young woman who had barely started her new life as an adult when she was abducted. Her life and dreams were taken away from her as soon as she met him. Why did he have to be so obsessed with her? He was far from being the perfect man he drew himself to be on every media. Sadic with anger issues, he is far from being the ideal partner, which he forced himself to be for her. How will her life play out with him? [This is a trauma dump story, not happy, not dark romance] Currently rewriting it (had to unpublish it so nothing has changed yet)- 11/2025

He's obsessed with me. He loves to see me in pain and in tears. He loves to leave marks on me. He beats me into submission. He kisses me sometimes. He awards me with my favourite food. He's my destruction. He's my salvation. He's my kidnapper. . . . . #21 Dark, 15/5/21 #9 Darklove, 20/7/21 #11 Fear, 30/01/22 #1 Captor 14/5/21

He's searched for the right one for years...his patience growing thinner as each passing day goes by...the right one, the one he can sell the lie to, until it is too late for her... Bound is a story of a choice gone terribly, terribly wrong......... Complete as of March 20th, 2019. Please follow the tale into TWISTED, the new thriller by FireWoman74

*Dark Short Story with triggers including abuse/torture and violence, sexual assault, stalking and home invasion* Someone has been been following me. I never see a face or catch a glance of a shadow but I know somethings not quite right. My life changes forever when I arrive home one day to a nightmare. Just when things seem to be looking up he comes back for me, and this time he wants me for more than just one night. ------ Please note: This is a fictional story. Many, if not the vast majority, of the actions taken by the fictional characters are absolutely not ok in real world, non-fictional settings. This is a dark short story that contains triggers and themes such as kidnapping, graphic sexual assault/ sexual objectification, drugging and abuse/torture. DO NOT continue if you don't enjoy reading that sort of thing in fictional worlds. ------ #1 in: HomeInvasion (January 2024) MatureAudience (January 2024) Heldcaptive (January 2024) Captor (January 2024) #2 in Dark (April 2024) #3 in Force (April 2024) #5 in Force (January 2024) ------ Below are some crisis and help hotlines (US numbers) Suicide, Mental Health Crisis: 988 National Human Trafficking Hotline: 1 888 373 7888 National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1 800 799 7233 Emergency Services: 911

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

Jimin : "𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭" *Smirking* YN : "𝐍...𝐍𝐨 𝐏..𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬...𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲" *Begging* Taehyung : "𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐍" *Sweetly* YN started crying while joining her hands Jungkook : "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐬" *Creepy voice* Jimin : "𝐎𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧,𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡" Three of them started laughing and then....... . ݁₊✧──────✧₊∘ ˖♡˖ ࣪ A story of a young school girl YN who was very kind and beautiful but her life becomes like hell when she became the victim of three bullies of her school who use her as their toy and do unexpected things with her on the name of bullying Why are they doing this with her? Do they love her or.................. ~~~ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔-: - 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 - 𝑹𝒂𝒑𝒆 - 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 - 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒔 - 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆 - 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 ᴍᴀᴋɴᴀᴇ × ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ✓

"I will protect you, even from yourself. I will love you, even when you resist. I will never let you go, no matter how hard you try to run. You can fight, you can scream, you can beg-but I will always find you, always bring you back to where you belong... with me. In life and in death, in joy and in suffering, you are mine. Forever. Until the world turns to dust and even after. And if anything-or anyone-dares to come between us, I will burn the earth itself to keep you by my side. Say yes, my love. Say yes, because there is no other answer." *** What did I do to deserve this? I used to believe I had control-my life, my choices, my fate. But nothing could prepare me for the nightmare I'm now tangled in. Every truth I thought I knew has unraveled, exposed for the lie it always was. What I once held dear no longer matters in a world where the unknowns consume me. Now, I'm trapped. Not just by the chains of my own fear, but by him. The devil incarnate-wrapped in the skin of a God, his beauty like a razor's edge, sharp enough to tear through my sanity. His eyes, cold as hell's depths, and yet they burn with a darkness I can't escape. He calls me his. Mine, he whispers, like a promise and a threat all at once. I can feel it-the weight of his gaze, the twisted game he plays with my mind. There's no mercy here, no compassion, only a perverse kind of obsession that claws at my every thought. I don't know if I want to escape anymore, or if I just want to survive him. I'm drowning in a storm of desire and fear, suffocated by the very thing that pulls me deeper into his world. I could run, but where would I go? There's no escape from a monster whose love is as dangerous as his hate. It's a game of survival now-either I learn how to endure the suffocating attention of a psychopath, or I break. Either way, I'm doomed. But as much as I hate him, I crave him. And that... that may be the worst curse of all.

When 16-year-old Ruhi wins a scholarship to the prestigious Nobels High School in Bombay, it feels like her dreams are finally within reach. But the moment she steps through those polished gates, her life begins to unravel. Because in the shadows of the school's elite halls, he is waiting. Abhimanyu Rajput-the golden boy with emerald eyes, a charming smile, and a reputation no one dares question. To the world, he is perfection. But behind that flawless mask lies a predator cloaked in obsession. The moment Ruhi rejects his twisted idea of love, she unknowingly marks herself as prey. His bruised ego cannot tolerate defiance. His possessive madness knows no boundaries. And his affection? It cuts deeper than cruelty. As Ruhi's days blur into a nightmare of whispers, threats, and chilling touches, her pleas go unheard. Trapped in a web spun by a psychopath disguised as a prince, she must fight to keep hold of her soul-before he strips it away completely. Because in Abhimanyu's world, love isn't tender-it's torment. And no one escapes it alive.

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

The National Defence Academy wasn't made for girls like her. It was built of granite and bloodlines, shaped by discipline, rank, and inherited pride. Its walls echoed with the footfalls of sons from powerful families, names passed down like medals-Ranas, Rathores, Malhotras. Not Verma. Not her. She earned her place. Through grit. Pain. And top scores. But no one cared about merit inside those gates. Not when he set his eyes on her. --- He noticed her on the third day. Pale skin flushed from the heat. Uniform a bit too loose. Marching a beat too slow. Weak by academy standards. Interesting by his. Major General Veer Pratap Singh did not entertain weakness. He hunted it. Broke it. Reshaped it. And when he looked at her-barely nineteen, lost among cadets bred for this world-he didn't see a mistake. He saw a challenge. > "Bring her to me." That was the first command. The beginning of a quiet, brutal undoing. --- She didn't understand, at first, why the air in the mess hall froze when he entered. Why the most feared, decorated officer in the country stared at her like she'd done something wrong just by existing. Why whispers followed her down every corridor: > *"She's the one he picked."* > *"The General's little cadet."* --- He never raised his voice. He didn't need to. His silence carried the weight of war. And before she could resist, before she could run-he was already under her skin. Controlling her sleep. Her schedule. Her meals. Her mind. And eventually-her heart. But that was the most dangerous part. Because love was never part of his war strategy. Only submission. --- > *This wasn't a story of romance.* > *It was a slow invasion. A quiet claiming.* > *And by the time she realized what he was doing... it was far too late to retreat.* ---