Insanity or Imagination?

Insanity or Imagination?

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"YOURE FUCKING STAYING THERE UNTIL I SEE PROGRESS, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?" "yeah..i'll try.." "THERE. IS. NO. TRY. YOU. DO." "yes, ma'am.." he whispered softly as the woman that once comforted him, now became his worst enemy, screamed at him. stuck in this place for what seems like eternity, he's trapped. he's trapped in that stupid hospital with his thoughts. but what happens when his thoughts get too far? will his imagination play with him? or will he be brainwashed into this nightmare, controlled by the monster? he's got one decision to make. fight off his thoughts, or submit to them, making him the most dangerous mentally ill shape-shifting human in town.
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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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