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His deathly pale hand placed itself upon her equally fair chin, slowly lifting it upwards and temptingly closer to his own face, a deviously horrid smirk plastered itself on his features as his hot, steamy breath brushed up against her pale, chapped lips. "You're just a worthless piece of trash, only existing to satisfy my needs and do as I say. Got it?" He growled rather lowly, his voice gruff and extremely gravelly, as if he hadn't used his vocal cords in many centuries. Salty tears threatened to fall from her glistening eyes, slowly nodding her daintily fragile head and reluctantly agreeing with his cruel, sadistic statement. He snatched his pale hand away from her chin, causing her tear stained face to slightly sway to the side. She shivered as he eerily loomed over her. Her malnourished body roughly pressed up against the wall, so there was no possible way of her escaping the impending deathly presence that was now towering over her. His other hand was roughly pressed up against the wall, beside her shaking and trembling head. She was too afraid to move, too afraid to speak. "Now," He began, that same smirk still planted on his face. "Tell me you love me."
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A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.