I pull my pocket knife and get in a fighting position, "What do you want?" My voice unintentionally shakes.
He pulls his own gun from the back of his jeans, "You. In my car. Now."
"Shoot me." I dare him.
"What?" He asks, his eyebrows only folding slightly.
"I said, shoot me you damned coward!"
Tears prick my eyes. I didn't value my life anymore, and a gunshot would be quick, right? Kill not just me, but all of the pain.
He lowers his gun only after I lower my knife, dropping my only weapon to the wooden porch, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body numb.
If this is how it had to be, then fine.
He walks up to me slowly, his face inches from mine, a rich mans scent coming off of him. He runs this tip of his nose down the rim of mine.
"You're in a broken home, a broken life. I can fix that, make it all go away..." He whispers gently.
How did he know?..
"Just come with me Jennifer," he wraps his left arm around my back and holds his gun to my cheek, "I can show you what home is."
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Jennifer Kane didn't know what home was like. Growing up with a drunken father, a fake, pill addict of a mother, anxiety and depression, life was hard.
And then he pulled up next to her.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self-harm, addiction, suicide, rape, domestic violence, sexual content. If any of these effect you severely, please continue at your OWN risk.
Highest Rankings:
#2 in #TwistedLove
One minute, Clara was walking home. The next, she was gone.
Kidnapped off the street by three strangers-Ezra, Silas, and Lucian-she wakes up in a mansion too perfect to be real. Every room is tailored to her. Every meal, every hobby, every word-they knew everything. And now they expect her to play along in their twisted version of a family.
They wanted her.
To them, Clara is the missing piece. The daughter they've been waiting for. The one they've been preparing for. Every room is made for her. Every rule is meant to shape her. And every smile hides something sick.
Ezra. Calm, calculating, always three steps ahead. No matter how careful Clara is, he sees through her. Every lie. Every escape attempt. Every flicker of rebellion.
Silas is distant and cold, but dangerous in his silence. Silas keeps his distance-but when he looks at her, it's like he sees straight through.
And Lucian... Lucian's the gentle one.The one who brings her hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and brushes her hair. The one who says this is all for her own good. Lucian is soft-spoken and kind... almost like he wants her to believe this could be real.
But it isn't.
They don't want her freedom. They want her obedience. Her love. Her role.
They call it family. She calls it a nightmare.
But if Clara wants to survive, she might have to play along.
Even if it means pretending to love her captors.
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Author's Note: This is a story I've been wanting to post and now I've finally done it. I would really appreciate your support by voting on the chapters and by commenting, or just leaving suggestions you would like me to incorporate, I'm more than happy to read your suggestions.
•Any pictures seen or used throughout this book is not mine, I used Pinterest to cultivate all my ideas. [All credit must go to the rightful owners]