The Spell in the Storm
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  • Reads 503
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 2h 20m
Ongoing, First published Aug 07, 2021
Mature
I never asked for this. I never wanted to be tortured, to have my family die in front of me, to have alien DNA pumped into my veins. 

I didn't ask for this power. I didn't ask for these people like me. I didn't ask to be kidnapped and enslaved.

But I am powerful. And I will break free.

*this is a reverse harem and has trigger warnings for abuse, rape, torture, choking, bondage, and a lot of detailed sex*
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