No Way Out

No Way Out

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***violence, blood, rape, torture warning*** This is a very graphic story. It may cause triggers. please read cautiously and if you need to stop, it's ok. This story is an rp I am writing with a friend, and both parties have agreed to post it on here, therefore, each chapter is a post from each person writing the rp. It will go back and forth. AoiAzureCross is the other person writing this story with me and they are a very talented writer. They write as Ravus and I write as Taylen. We both write the side characters, though, some, like the duke, are written more by one person than the other. (the duke is their character not mine.. for the most part. I did write a few things with him) Taylen, the son of a baron, finds himself in the hands of a volatile man. His own father sold him as means to keep his social standing and now Taylen has to pay the price. In a world where magic reigns with very few human families that have power, one man went too far, sold his son, and now the boy has to put up with years of violent abuse from his new master. He is noticed by another at a party and slowly, things for the male start to change.
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