⚠️coming sometime in February⚠️
⚠️This story contains: Sexual assault, Rape, abuse, alcohol, self harm, depression, and other things that could possibly be triggering, this is your only warning for this story!!⚠️
Elijah had his eyes on her and only her for months after they met, he would follow her to her house, watch her sleep occasionally, he wanted her all to himself. But the real question is, what was so special about Mia?
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"Mia, why are you at a party at this time of day? And more importantly, why are you drinking?" I said with anger laced in my voice. Her only response was to look away, I gripped her chin so that we can make eye contact. "Someone could have hurt you, and they could have taken you...from me." I yelled. Her face had tears streaming down and onto my hand. "Y-you don't own me, I'm not yours." She said in a light whisper. I chuckled. "Oh but you are my sweet little girl, you are mine." She let out a sob and I cupped her cheek stroking my thumb against her tear stained cheek. "Don't worry baby, it will get better soon, I promise."
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A/N: I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS!
Started: July 14th2021/January 24th 2022
Ended:
*COMPLETE* [𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓]
A Dark Captive Romance 🔪 ❤︎
𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈
(Masked Lovers Series #2)
he reached out and cupped my chin, tilting my head upward until our faces were even closer. "You're mine now," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "Completely and utterly."
My Monster. My Captor.
He watches me. Controls me. Plays with me.
I thought I understood darkness-until he showed me how deep it really goes.
I was just a normal nineteen-year-old: college, friends, parties. Then, in an instant, it was all ripped away. Kidnapped by strangers. Handed over to him. The man in the mask.
They gave me to him like a gift. Now, I'm his.
He doesn't just want my body-he wants my soul. He calls me his pet. He wants to break me, reshape me, claim me completely.
I try to fight. But resisting only makes it worse.
I hate him. I hate what he's doing to me.
And yet... I crave him.
The darkness is consuming me, warping me into something I don't recognize. But it doesn't matter anymore.
Because I'm his.
Totally. Irrevocably.