My Kidnapper

My Kidnapper

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When I entered the room, there standing was the most fucking hot ass man ever. He stood there with his perfectly toned back out in plain sight for me to see. I slowly walked up to him and when I was face to face with his back, I let me fingers slide right down the middle as I got a tense reaction from him. He slowly turned around and placed his finger under my chin and lifting it so I could look him in the face. "You dare do that?" He smirks. "Is there an issue?" I tease back. His eyes are full of lust and they are telling me that I am going to regret that. "A big one," he says as he pulled me close to him by the waist and lowered down near my ear. "I'm just going to have to deal with you the right way." He slaps my ass hard earning a moan from me. "I'll be getting a lot of those." *** 25 year old Desi was in an abusive relationship with her boyfriend, Dylan Lock. She was forced to attend meetings and special events. Whenever she disrespected or did something he didn't like, Dylan would hit her and yell at her. There were times where Desi would stick up for herself but it always ended with her getting hit or them doing it. Desi thought she would never get out of the nightmare she is living. Ace Kings is a 28 year old who runs one of the biggest mafia. He is the leaders of the Kings and is known for killing who ever gets in his way. Ace cares for his reputation and lives up to it. They locked eyes once during an event and they did more than speak that day. One day Desi was walking around when she had a bag pulled over her head and was knocked out. She woke up in a room and that's when she saw him.
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USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

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