You Don't Own Me

You Don't Own Me

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Mary Petterson is a twenty-five-year-old post-graduate who majored in journalism and communications who aspires to become a well-known freelance journalist. One week after graduating, she booked the next flight available to New York City from her hometown Houston to pursue her dream job. Little did she know her fate was set, when she met Parker Smithe a short story writer and artist, who is close to publishing his first children's book. Mary just knew it was love at first sight, the spark was there it was undeniable from the moment they met. Parker just seemed too good to be true, and she was absolutely right. Only if she knew what the future had in store for her, maybe then she would have thought twice about falling in love with a stranger.
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I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

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