Fate and his Destiny

Some people believe in her, some people say she's not real.

Some people believe in him, some people say he's not real.

Maybe they are just myths or maybe not. But really who really knows what is real and what is not.

This is the story of how fate met destiny, how an unpredictable god met a graceful beauty.

Maybe I am real and maybe people should believe in me, because my love is Fate and I am Destiny.

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"Maybe I just need to fuck you into being docile" he was looking at me like his prey, like nothing else around us mattered but him catching me.

I was enraged, how dare he speak to me like this. The echo of a slap resonated in my head. Which is when I realised I had slapped him across the face without thinking of the consequences.

His face turned back to look at me, eyes so black I could see my reflection in them. I knew what I had just done would come and bite me in the ass, or more likely, he would.

I looked at the door behind him, could I make it ? Probably not. Would I try ? Of course.