[COMPLETE] "My beautiful slut. This body belongs to me, doesn't it?" he praises, smirking down at her. "Yes, sir," she breathes out as his fingers slip into her. "Your pleasure: it belongs to me, doesn't it, Sierra?" . . . . "I still think of him," I mutter after a long conversation of Oliver coaxing my emotions out of me. The thoughts of Kayden invade my mind, taking me to a calmer place. I still want him to control what I can do and not do. I want him to take care of me after beating me relentlessly. I want him to remind me where I belong. He broke me when he took me, and now, I belong to him. I want him to make it all right again. Without Kayden, I can't imagine being satisfied. I miss him. I miss him more than I could ever imagine missing anyone. "He was your captor, Era. Of course, you think of him. Just don't miss him," he replies, cracking a grin. Thank god, Oliver can't read my mind. . . . . Sierra Havens was captured by Kayden Clark after a wild night at the club. He entraps her in desire, submission, and lust, making her forget how she survived without him in the first place. After being under his 'care' for months, she was thrown out to the world that once was hers, but not anymore. After years of getting accustomed and finally fitting in the world again, she is thrown into chaos, love, and a dilemma faces her: Will she go back to him, and let herself be his? Or, will she become the person she once was again? Read 'Before I Escape' now! Highest Rankings: #1 in kidnap (out of 16.2K) #1 in torture (out of 17.4K) #1 in stockholm (out of 1.3K) #2 in sad (out of 336K) #2 in mature (out of 121K) #2 in abducted (out of 5.4K) #3 in abuse (out of 112K) #3 in capture (out of 13.2K) *Warning: Story contains substance abuse, rape, and other mature themes. Trigger Warning will be provided with each chapter.* Started: July 20, 2021 Ended: January 29, 2022

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

"You seriously thought that you will jump from the window and escape?" "Yes." "Tsk. Tsk. That's so sad, but I guess you didn't think that you'd land straight on my back, didn't you?" My breath hitched when I heard the gun click in the darkness. "N-No. I didn't." ------------------------------------------------------------- Amelia had everything planned in her life; Graduate highschool with her friends, get a degree from the community college and open her dream restaurant, but her plans came crashing down when a short walk to her friend's house for a sleepover turned into her worst nightmare. Thrown into a world full of guns, blood and drugs, she gets kidnapped, sold and shipped to another country in less than 24 hours. . . . . . Leonardo Agostini doesn't care about anything. Being the heir of Italian mafia, he has the power, looks and women at his feet. With his father on the verge of retirement, he determines to have the whole mafia at his feet as soon as he takes over. But what would happen when a woman actually falls on top of him instead of his feet? [AMBY AWARDS 2022 WINNER - HUMOR CATEGORY] [Featured in @humor profile - Isn't it romatically funny?] [Featured in @humor profile - Dark Comedy] #1 in HUMOR!! (30/11/2020) #1 in ESCAPE!! (02/12/2020) #1 in RUNNING!! (03/12/2020) #1 in FUNNY!! (23/11/2021) #4 in MAFIA!! (19/11/2022) #24 in ROMANCE!! (21/11/2022)

Dr. Elizabeth Hunter thought her life as second year resident could not get anymore frantic than her ER rotation. Crashing heart rates, bottoming out blood pressures, and hysterical patients were something that she could handle. She'd been trained for it after all. But when a patient came into the ER with an unknown disease that Elizabeth has no idea how to treat, she found herself thrown into chaos as the newfound illness plagues the US. After a few close calls, Elizabeth joined ranks with Sergeant Luke Falls who lead her to a military base. Elizabeth tried her best to navigate the unknown in her post-apocalyptic reality, fighting off infected while trying to treat them as patients. In conjunction with Luke and her new comrades, she discovered some particularly troubling information of the etiology of the disease and must make crucial decisions with the lives of those she cares for most hanging in the balance. --- "This is a bad idea," he warned as I started down the hall. "You know, usually I'm the one saying that," I said with a smirk. "If your crazy-ass ideas are the voice of reason, I can't believe you and your friends have lasted this long." He shook his head. "Someone needs to talk some sense into you guys." "I don't need sense. Just luck." The threshold to the lobby loomed ahead. With one last look over my shoulder, I blew a kiss in his direction. "Wish it for me."

"Shh...it's useless to cry over something that you have no control over. Give in before I bring your dear sister's cadaver as wedding gift." His words made her stiffen making her let out another wrecked sob. Ralph let out a amused chuckle at her disheveled face. Alexei's midnight eyes stared down at her, his jaw flexing as silence between them stretched. Rara felt another pair of impatient cold hands lewdly running over her waist with shameless speed. Her throat constricted as if their touch nauseated her to the extent she bit down on her inner cheek hardly drawing out metallic taste of blood. "Open up for me, Rara. Let me see how beautiful this tempterous body of yours is." **** They came to me in the night, cruel, darkly handsome men from the most dangerous corners of the world in name of helping me in my worst time. I should've known better that peace in this world come with a price. Price of my freedom. They tormented me, destroyed me, ripping apart my world with their quest for revenge. Two years ago, I met them. In our first meeting, I was betrothed to them. Now they've come to claim me, destroying anyone standing in their way. Even me. I fear them, I hate them and worse of all I couldn't escape them.

"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth. I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak. I swallowed the urge to do so, and gritted my teeth. Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole. "Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on. "I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-" Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collided with the roughness of the dash. I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead. I heard him rustling around, but couldn't see much due to the black spots in my vision. I heard the sound of something popping open and the sound of liquid being poured. I rubbed my head painfully and blinked several times. "Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled. Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss in Los Angeles. Luca Adorno. Will Emily be able to survive his ruthless tendencies? NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20 NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20 Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)

"Where are you, Drea? I'm not gonna hurt you." Antonio sang in an amused voice. Shivers started to run down my spine as a single tear escaped my eyes. -------------------------- Drea Ricci has met many monsters in her life. But the biggest monster of all was him. Now you're probably wondering if Drea has had any ghost experiences or anything supernatural that she's experienced that has caused her such ptsd. Well, the monster is very much human. He is her husband. And the abuse was getting out of hand. Antonio's words and his fists were molding Drea into becoming such a weak and miserable person. Drea was once a girl in distress. A girl in pain. A girl in suffering. But now, Drea is a girl on the run. And Antonio is not letting her go so easily. __________________________________

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

"You aren't the only one who can bite, love. Did you forget that?" I tensed, feeling his breath against the exposed flesh of my neck. "Don't-" "Why shouldn't I? You seem to have an issue understanding where you are right now." My hands began to shake as I felt his fangs scrap against my neck, sharp and almost ticklish. "I know you aren't stupid, Esma. You know what I'm capable of and yet you continue to test me. You are lucky that I am a very, very, patient man." I'd never been bit before but I knew it was excruciating. I braced myself for the pain, clenching my eyes shut, heaving in breaths that I tried to control but was too weak to do so. "I can feel your heart going a hundred miles a minute. Are you excited or afraid?" "Excited to be bitten by a vampire?" Aspen's teeth slowly dragged against my neck again, my tongue going dry. "You never know. Some humans find it enjoyable, but they're the ones who like pain. You remind me of them Esma, a little pain whore."

"Tell me what you want, my little slave." Mercy laid me down, arms pinning me to the bed I tried so damn hard to melt into. I moaned, "Please.. don't make me beg master." He chuckled, raising my hands and whispering, "Keep what's mine right there." He let go, and I kept my arms raised over my stripped body as he said. "Shall I start here," he kissed my stomach, "Or here," my thigh, lower, he was going lower, "Perhaps, here.." --- Victoria cant remember her age or her life or even how she died. What she does know is long ago she sold her soul to a eternal life of submission, all for one man to bow to her in her mortal life. Now she's dead, with nobody with her but the man she sold her soul to. She gave him a name long ago, she calls him Mercy. Mercy can read her as he once did when she was alive, and for the first time in his immortal life he's dedicated to control everything about her. Even if it means locking her away and keeping his slave for himself. //TW torture, sex, profanity