Mind of a Manic (Work In Progress)

Mind of a Manic (Work In Progress)

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Please comment, like, Follow! tell me what you think and if you want more! :) *************** WARNING- this story contains graphic imagery, dark twists, and no happy endings. If you know whats good for you, turn around...... if not.... Welcome to the game. ****************************** "Old willow swaying in the breeze, winding river oh so wide, say please... say please and ill let you run and hide, i will find you one by one oh little girl you better run." Its time for a new game... lets see if he can keep up ************** Some call it an obsession, some call it love, others call it hate.. but me.. I call it six years... she's taken over the last six years of my life. I will find her. She will tell me why. I'm getting closer darling....
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

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