Pure Obsession {WIP}

Pure Obsession {WIP}

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Amara has her whole life ahead of her. A smart and resourceful girl with opportunities she could only ever dream about will be just that: dreams. Lured by beauty and trapped by a man she should have been smart enough to see coming, she must persevere and survive a psychopath's sick obsession. But how far is she willing to go with her sanity and sense of self dangling by a thread? Maybe if she hadn't paid too much attention to the news detailing the graphic manner in which the girls who came before her were tortured and killed, she could be stronger, could be wiser. All that's left is the knowledge that she can't be another one of his victims. A victim is the furthest thing Daniel sees her as. A victim to her premonitions, perhaps, but a saving grace to him. He can't claim her life like he did the others, not like that. He intends to claim her in a wholly different way. He is convinced that she was made for him and he was made for her. Daniel's unabashed need for Amara catapults her into a world of death, darkness, and obsession. Obsession that kills. Obsession that yearns. Obsession that he must embrace in order to protect her from it.
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Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, stalking, kidnap, nsfw, actual plot. His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She would even go so far as to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his anger but only from his devotion. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

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