twist of time (18+)
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The swords clanged as we parry, and for several seconds the swords just stay put as we tested each other strength
"It seems I cannot get enough of you, Princess of the sky" He breathed as his face near. I froze. Rope snaked all around my body and bind it.
I screamed as I fell into the raging water, but instead, my body swung, and the softness of his lips covers mine.
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I awoke with a start.
"What? Pirate?"
My life is so dull and bleak, patchy even. I often don't remember my whereabout several days in a row, and sometimes arrived at a place mysteriously.
Yet, my dreams, are so exciting, romantic, and LUCID.
mature and explicit content
cathartic writing, so fuck grammar, and it contained abuse, DID, BPD, and well, in short, if you easily get triggered by it, don't read.
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