"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

"You're pure. You're like an angel." Harry befriends the innocent girl who works at his favorite sex shop. But Harry doesn't do platonic. The only thing getting in the way of his feelings is her boyfriend.

"Please, please!" My hoarse voice broke as I cried out. "Oh darling, the worst is yet to come." Don't walk home alone, they said. Something bad is bound to happen, they said. But they were all so, so wrong. I never walked home alone, because he was always following me. Something bad didn't happen, something far, far worse did. Being kidnapped is one of the most terrifying experiences ever, but being kidnapped, help at gun point, used, abused, beaten and lied to by the leader of one of London's biggest gangs, Harry Styles, a killer, is a fear far greater than any I have ever known.

"I need someone that's innocent and pure and I know exactly where to get my innocent little girl."

He had many pets, but she was his favorite. [On hold for a long while]

"I loved the way she was so delicate and kind. So innocent. I loved her and she loved me. She was my little flower, my flower girl." I mumbled, my voice loud enough to hear my words. "How do you know she loved you, Mr.Styles?" the woman asked, her glasses pushed up to the bridge of her nose. "She just does, I know she does. She's mine, she'll always be mine, okay?" I said trying to keep my temper under control. "I understand your feelings sir, but please understand that she doesn't-" "DON'T FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT MY PRINCESS. HOW THE SHIT WOULD YOU KNOW, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT WE HAD. SHE LOVES ME!" "I think we're done here, Mr.Styles." She closed her book and looked to the one-way mirror, nodding sternly. "I know she's standing behind that mirror. I know she's watching me." I said looking straight at the mirror knowing my baby girl was watching me. "I love you baby girl, remember that? You will always be mine and I'll always find you."

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"You're just gonna hurt me like them why should I trust you?!" I screamed at his face. "Magen baby, i will never hurt you in a bad way ever" he said with worry and tearful eyes "you're my precious little girl, daddy will always protect you" As you can see it's a DDLG. DaddyDom/little girl story, it's MY FIRST STORY EVER so please comment and send me A LOT of fead back I'm very open minded. Hope you enjoy

Long story, short...I was kidnapped. By a man that was so obsessed with me that he murdered my parents just to get me to be his. He is possessive, temperamental, and crazy. Wait no, it's more like delusional, insane, psychotic, ect. Anyway, you get the picture. I'm doomed. There, I think that sums it up nicely. One thing I know that is certain. I will Never Stop Fighting. Who would have thought this would happen and how can I escape?

He claimed me as his. That's what he did. The first time he saw me, I was his property. That's what he told me. I was no longer a free woman. I was no longer an in-depended woman who lived her own life and made her own decisions. I was ruled by him. From the moment he laid eyes on me, I was his. I belonged to him. I belonged to Xavier De Laurentis.