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,,Look I dont want this marriage either" I stare in his goldbrown eyes filled with so much hate.
,,You had the fucking Chance to say No so why" he grabbed the chair beside us and throw it to the wall ,I winced.
He continue talking ,,The fuck you said yes ,if you had said No this would not happen I wouldnt have to see your disgusting face ever again and especially i wouldnt have to marry you " he laughed bitterly
,,oh no its fine I understand its because of the Money ,isn't it ?!" he screamd again in my face,,I will give you a check what about that?" he asked ,I looked up in his face again
,,no i dont need your money" I said and stood taller now while looking strate in his eyes .,,so what the fuck do you want from me" I can feel his anger floating through his body. ,,as you wish " he said after a silence ,,let me introduce myself" he stepped alittle closer to me so he could speak in my ear.,,my name is Malik,welcome to hell little Layla"
let the game begin...
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"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use.
He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone.
I don't move out of fear and stare at him.
"NOW!"
I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling.
"Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes.
I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room.
Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it...
A leather collar with his name inscripted on it .
Damien
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If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.