The Agreement

The Agreement

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"You are mine! Your hair, your lips, your touch, EVERYTHING IS MINE!" his constant shouting only made me cower in the corner, molding myself as if I'm a ball fearing he might hit me again. I was on the verge of passing out my unfed body not being able to keep up with the rush of fear. Thirteen, fragile, fearful and weak...a couple words to sum me up. Four years of being abused in every way sexually, physically, emotionally by the very man who is suppose to protect me. Father, Dad, Dada, Papa a few titles he used to own but not any more. The only name he deserves is Unmensch or in English a monster. Hi, my name is Jahara Lalitya Omysha Yasmine Parker and I'm 25. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my first book :) so just keep that in mind its quite crappy.
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"Please, let him go!" I begged, struggling to free myself but his tight grip around me refused to budge. A scream escaped me as he jerked me around to face him. "Why do you care about what happens to him?! Who is he to you?!" With each word, he was getting more and more enraged, his grip tightening even further. "No one! He's no one to me. I just want you to stop hurting him, please!" The painful groans and hitting noise in the background were scaring me further. I don't want this to happen to anyone, especially because of me. "Imani is mine! YOU STOLE HER!" Shut up, you idiot! Oh god, judging by the sadistic smile creeping onto Zaviyaar's face, That guy is going to die today. To stop it all, just as he looked up to order his guards, I held his face, dragged him down to face me and slammed my lips against his. Oh fuck... his lips are so soft. I wonder what moisturiser he uses. ------------------------------------------------- All rights to this story belong to me. No part should be copied or plagiarised. This is my work and any similarity to anyone's real life, real name or anything else is completely incidental.

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