When Astraia is taken in by a sadistic mercenary of the black market, her life takes a turn for the worst of torture, sex, and submission to the possessive dominance of Levi... [ READ TAGS ] [ TRIGGER WARNING ]

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

*** When Delilah Lancaster wakes up in a disheveled motel room covered in nothing more than crimson blood and her undergarments, you might be thinking that hell's run loose, but when you find out that she wasn't ALONE when she awoke from her slumber, we'll just say that more than hell did run loose when that person that strangled their hands around her waist and sunk their head in the crock of Delilah's neck just had to be Chicago's most feared man, Isaac Fisher a sociopath. Highest Ranking: #151 Mystery/Thriller 03-26-21 #36 Thriller 04-31-20 ©Copyright2021_AllRightsReserved

It was enough to make the little baby hairs on the back of my neck stand, but No this was different this was more. more then I could explain. "Speak little girl, or ill make you" he growled the thin thread of comprehension he had left was now split in the middle. "Why do you hate me" the words flew past my lips even I couldn't comprehend my own voice until his brows pulled together. "Is this why you came to bother me." he chuckled a cold glaze falling over his eyes "do you really want to know" he continued getting up causing his seat to furiously scrape against the pristine floors. "Huh Eden, would it satisfy you to know" he smirked. 🤍

I look down at the frail frame of the girl. I unlatched her cage and nudged her with my foot. It seems cruel, but the other trainers would have done much worse to see her ignoring their commands to rise. "Wake up, you're being moved," I say to her, crouching down and shaking her. She lies unmoving and a heaviness settles in my chest. I move her hair from her face and press my fingers to her neck, trying to find a pulse. I purse my lips, feeling the faint beating of her weak heart. I look at the girl, watching her struggle to push air in and out of her lungs. I can tell she is sick. Do I put her in the truck with the others, or take her to the doctor? The truth is, nothing good awaits her in the truck. The only question is if it is crueler to go put her with the others, unconscious and barely holding on, or to take her to the doctor. I feel sick just thinking about it. She either dies here, or will wish she would have. I can't turn a blind eye to her though, I can't stand and watch as the life leaves her. Perhaps she will be thankful for me saving her life. ---- Hazel. She's a pretty little thing, far too precious and fragile for the life she was born into. Having lived most of her life in a training facility, she knows little of the beauty of the world or the people in it. A punishment gone bad, forever mares her, leaving her crippled, undesirable. Axel. He's an average man with an abnormal size. Being a Trainer, he is expected to be cold and cruel, someone he is not. It pays him money though, so perhaps living up to that expectation isn't that bad? When confronted with a choice he finally has to choose who he wants to be. Will he live up to others expectations? Or will he choose what may not be easiest, but what is right?

"That one there. She's the one." She froze, her eyes bulging. "Are you sure sir? She's nothing but a runt!" "I'm very sure." He smirked, flashing pure white fangs. "She's perked my interests quite highly." ********** Grace is 16 years old, waiting in agonizing pain for the day where she's finally bought. She's spent 3 years in a pet shop, weak and in every single one, she was abused by if not the owner, the other pets. Because of this, she's become mute, never uttering a sound when she's being beaten or not. Never had she thought that she would be bought because of it, Until one fateful day. ******** Hi everyone I just wanted to let you know that I do not own any of the songs or pics. I got the pics on Chrome and the songs are from my personal playlists on Spotify juuuust FYI

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

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