Darkened Soul
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- Partes 1
Blindfolded my senses heightened, i could hear Josè's footsteps circling around me as i laid on my stomach on a cold hard table.
Suddenly something cold and leathery slid gently down my back making me shiver and the hairs on my body stand in end.
I heard a chuckle "It seems that you have been a disobedient pet,like always" Josè said his deep voice bouncing off the walls of the, what sounds like, empty room.
"Im not your 'pet' you bast--"
Slap!
"Ugh!" I grubted in pain holding back tears as my cheek burned. "Do not call me out my name,know your place, Pet." He growled impatiently.
"Count." He said before an agonizing pain shot through my back making my eyes widen and tears fall as i screamed out in pain.
~~~
Elijah Armstrong is a normal teenage boy who has a avergae grades and an awsome family. One day he gets kidnapped and he is sold to a sadistic man named Josè
Josè is determined to break Elijah enough to make him unable to live or breathe without him.
Trying to endure Jose's sweet torture and seduction it seems like every passing day is harder to not giving in than the last.
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