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Bruises and Bitemarks
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Complete, First published Nov 25, 2017
Mature
Best rankings:
#1IN PSYCHOLOGICAL
#1 IN TORTURA
#1 SKITZOPHRENIA
#1 SPLITPERSONALITY              2019/03/30          

!!!WARNING!!! about...
- sexual content
- abuse
- bloody scenes
- self-harm

You were warned. If you can't stand sadistic/masochistic/self-aggressive characters, this book is not for you. Otherwise, enjoy!

"You are not a doctor, are you? Why are you here?" I asked with a restless smile. He didn't answer right away, just made me witness how hot he is when a smile dances in the corner of those perfect lips. 
"Nor are you dangerous. So why are you here, Nana?" 

Nana is kept in a mental institution for almost a year now, given the fact that she is considered self-aggressive. She was known for that she was able to play anyone or anything with her charming smile and risky jokes, keeping her tough-girl mask up without a problem, but when she suddenly gets a new doctor, her life drastically changes.  The girl's been through a lot, but it suddenly comes into question if she makes it through this one?
Dr Ramsey turns out to not only be a challenge for Nana but a huge risk and danger as well as for everyone who gets close to him. He offers her a new chance to live a normal teenage life after such a rock bottom, but will she find out what's that catch about him, before it's too late?
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