Taking What Is His

Taking What Is His

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(1st draft) A smirk creeped out from the corner of his mouth as he leaned towards me until we were only centimetre apart. "He took what was mine and now I am taking what is his" he whispered in my ears making me shudder. Rachel lived an adequate life with his husband and her son. One day everything changed when a man claimed her as 'his'. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ A C H I E V E M E N T S Highest ranking: #40 in free your body #45 in affection #3 in psychopath ⚠️ Warning: for mature readers only! ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪
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