Calya Gregory in her planet was a lovable girl and available for anything, she just couldn't say no, looking such a sweet and open girl.
So decades have passed that she lives a dignified and respectable life, and in the end, what has to happen happens. her life goes out, It slips from her restless remains, and calmly falls into a long sleep. Slowly she opens her eyes again, as she finds herself in front of ivory white gates surrounded by fresh thorny roses, they were the gates of paradise, even if she was not surprised that much; because she was justified by the fact that by playing the good child as she was told by the abusive and self-injurious mother, they would certainly have sent her to the creator, and not the devil.
Perhaps she was pretending, only pretending. Being an actress was clearly part of her innate ego, the world her stage.
"A mask that you always wore and never took off, a pure pale mask without spots, immaculate. Soon, the latter that you jealously wear on your face since your birth, that hides your true intentions, will break, in front of the world, your public, I see from the first a blue tear hanging from the perfect surface, the pitch eyes slowly open, as you sink, you who are a coward, finally you will reveal yourself to the contrary for who you are, an undeniable liar. "
But she was such a small, silly, inexperienced girl, it was totally pathetic that you had to pretend another person in front of others for her sheer whim and simple "I don't want to go to hell" if the other world is your way like this superficial doing things made you get away with it, don't think ours is the same game .. we are different, we are angels with magnificent wings, but also dirty demons with thorn horns. And so are you, right?
Sweet calya, you who have beautiful doe eyes, soaked with sincerity, aren't you a devil?
She is lonely, scared, and broken-a girl who has known nothing but pain.
He is power, darkness, and sin-the Russian devil who has set his sights on her.
He doesn't want her love. He wants to own her. To break her. To corrupt her.
She's too naive, too untouched, too fragile. But that only makes him want to ruin her more.
Her POV:
My life has never been fair, but maybe that's just my curse. Like a moth drawn to the flame, I find myself pulled toward danger, knowing it will destroy me. And him... he makes me feel things I shouldn't. Things that terrify me. Things I crave.
His POV:
"P-please..." she begs, her voice trembling.
I smirk. "You like this, don't you? The way my fingers own you... greedy little thing, I bet you wish it was my cock instead."
She moans my name like it's a prayer, but I am no saint. I won't take her to heaven. I'll drag her to hell-my hell. She will be my whore. My kitten. Mine.
He is her destruction, but she is his lifeline. And he will never let her go.
⚠️ This story contains dark and extreme themes that may be distressing for some readers. Proceed with caution. ⚠️
Abduction/Kidnapping
Captivity & Imprisonment
Non-Con/Dub-Con (Non-Consensual & Dubious Consent)
Toxic & Abusive Relationships
Branding/Marking with Hot Iron
Violence & Physical Abuse
Sexual Violence & Assault
Psychological Manipulation & Gaslighting
Stockholm Syndrome
Possessive & Controlling Behavior
Self-Harm & Suicidal Thoughts
Murder & Torture
Blood & Gore
Weapons & Gun Violence
Drugging & Intoxication
Human Trafficking Themes
Pet Names Used in a Degrading Manner
Infidelity & Betrayal
Forced Dependency
Deprivation (Food, Sleep, etc.)
⚠️ Reader discretion is strongly advised. This book is not suitable for sensitive readers.