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My Beautiful Kidnapper (MIW fanfiction)
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Ongoing, First published Jan 02, 2021
You hear somebody step on the leaves behind you. 

"Hello" a voice whispers in your ear

You gasp as they put a cloth over your mouth, you guess, maybe chloroform?
Before you can react, you fall fast asleep.

*Will continue story soon/On break*
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Just some Cimorelli one shots. Mostly depressing ones, because I seem to be good at that. Cover by @PhoenixWriter11 Most of the older chapters aren't good. They're all under major construction :) disclaimer: this is marked as mature for a reason. many chapters may be triggering to certain audiences. mentions of self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and more. read at your own risk. happy reading! (or not reading)