Irene ~ A 6-Part Dark Romance ~

⚠ Disclaimer ⚠

This Story is through the mind of 3 sick individuals. It has deep subjects that are not for the faint of heart such as depictions of Self-harm, torture, abuse and death, among other heavy topics. I HEAVILY advise caution if you decide to read. You have been warned.

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"You know, I just wish you'd tell me what exactly you said to Miss Diane. All I have are the texts." She dramatically sighs, slinging the phone around carelessly with the swing of her wrists. John watching helplessly as his cracked screen risks another blow done by her. "So, DO tell. What had you been up to the night I gave you this... Bump..." She smacks the welt on John's forehead lightly with his phone, pausing for a second as he flinches and makes a sharp hiss of pain, the shackles binding his hands rattling.

"None of your fucking business." Another smack, a lot harder lands directly on the increasingly growing bruise as he thrashes away, letting out an audible yell; eyeing the devil through one blurry eye, the other squeezed tight as his nerves radiate from his head.

"Still need your tongue to talk. Don't test it." Li-An threatens as she leans over the table, all 'friendly gestures' out the window.

"Do it, Cunt. Already took my leg." He spits back, his spurt of confidence melting almost instantaneously as she gives a toothy grin, shrugs and starts for her toolbox.

"I mean, if that's what you really want."

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If you are not comfortable with reading this topic, you have the right to leave this story as is and not read it.

If you read this story, you have been warned prior to reading.

With that said, please enjoy this sick world!

Love,
Crow.