"You knew that Ryder belonged to Pristine yet you still went for him so obviously, I gotta admit that made me gain a lot of respect for you." He chuckled as he grabs a chair to sit down in front of me, from the angle I was being held down at I could only see his ankles. "But unfortunately for you pristine wasn't thrilled about that hence why I'm here, to teach you a lesson about stealing what belongs to other people." Hearing those words made my heart drop, now I was really scared what they were going to do to me. "Ty." He says signaling with his hand for him to get off of me. That salty taste in the back of my throat started to develop as my eyes began to sting with tears. "Please," I whimper. "What are you going to do to me?" I cry. "Awh." Brody's eyes widen as he gets out of his chair and kneels on the ground in front of me. He stares at me as he holds my face in his cold rough palms. "I'm not a good guy Kimberly, don't cry," he tells me in a comforting voice as he wipes my tears with his thumbs. "And definitely don't beg me, it only turns me on." That simple sentence alone makes me burst into more uncontrollable tears as I try to weep silently so he wouldn't hear but the more I held it in the louder it came out. "Please Brody." I weep. "Okay okay how about this, I'll bring Dylan back to you safe and sound if you obey everything I say." He tells me. "That sound good?" I nod my head slowly feeling like there was more to this sketchy agreement. "Good girl." He says as he gets up and to turn the lights on to the living room. "Now Ty," he says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and angles the back camera at me. "Take her clothes off." (WARNING: Mention of Rape)

"Oh, no." He sighed, cupping my tear stained face in his hands. "No, no. Don't cry." I'm unable to tear my gaze away from the surging mania in his eyes. "Just panic-" He chuckled, a wicked smile treading across his lips, "-because I'm going to fucking kill you." *** Suriah Moon-an average hardworking woman lives peacefully as a barmaid in the renowned Midnight Club. For the first time ever, Suriah lives comfortably with no worries and no troubles; surrounded by friends that have grown to become family. There's nothing that could make her give up this life that took ages to build. That is until she begins to regularly meet a strange character ...every single night. An unreadable man with eyes like black fire, who always seems to be watching, disrupts her routine and stirs trouble into her head. Suriah's unfortunate to have caught the eyes of the wrong stranger, and in one single night, the peaceful life she lives is ripped from her. UNDERGOING EDITING !!! *** #1 in Romantic Suspense 9•29•22 #1 in Stockholm Syndrome 12•26•22 #1 in Violence 1•24•23 #1 in Abduction 6•27•23 #1 in Abducted 6•27•23 #1 in Obsessive 8•19•23 #1 in Onesidedlove 11•4•23 #1 in Stockholm 11•5•23 #1 in Tension 3•8•24 #1 in Stockholm 6•20•24 #1 in Stockholm 12•3•24 #1 in Stockholm 12•10•24 #1 in Romantic Suspense 12•18•24 #2 in Obsessed 4•18•23 #2 in Stockholm 6•3•23 #2 in HateLove 3•4•25 #3 in Hatelove 1•24•23 #4 in New Adult 7•12•23 #4 in Onesidedlove 6•7•24 #5 in Stalking 12•22•22 #5 in Tension 12•22•24 #6 in HateLove 7•19•23 #6 in Mystery 7•30•24 #6 in New Adult 1•20•25 #8 in Kidnapped 12•13•22 #8 in Stalker 2•18•23 #8 in Obsession 11•15•24 Art Credit : Henrik Aa Uldalen lo

[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

This story is based on my true events of my abusive relationship. I am wanting to get my story out there so that people know the early signs that they are dating an abuser. I am tired of society romanticizing domestic violence & emotional abuse.

"Don't Hurt me... Please."

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.

This story is about Ella. A beautiful, down to earth young lady who falls in love with the captain of the football team in High School. They get married and soon after things take a wrong turn. The man she thought she knew is no longer. Her husband because mentally and physically abusive. Will she escape the madness? Read on to find out

Bria Murchison is a young girl in her 20's. She's been through hell & back dealing with people in & out of her life, an abusive boyfriend, & problems with attempting suicide. Yet, Bria is still standing strong, with the brightest smile you'll ever come across. The only thing she's missing is real love & affection. [ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. © Copyright @princessmick_ 2015]

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