The main character Vivan Kieran had a tragic beauty that didn't work out as it was supposed to be, and have her trapped in the cruelty of a deranged man, who would not stop at anything to have her submit to him.
A multi-millionaire Damien Martin( Micheal ) who was traumatized, didn't miss a chance to take the sudden undeniable interest in Vivan. But not sure what he really wanted from this ordinary little girl.
But he was ready to find out what he wanted, even if that involved claiming her in most brutal ways.
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:::My loins felt ripped, I got no insanity left. Something inside me had torn. There were places on my body where Damien had sunk his teeth into my skin and bitten, dug his nails into my neck, and twisted my head to one side, and slapped me repeatedly for a mistake I didn't make.
Threatening me if I dared to make a sound. The tattoo that I refused to cover up, I didn't dare to remove, The memories...
^---I hardly know HIM but I had to get to know HIM
HE had access to machinery that could kill me, a gun.
HE and HIS battle scars gave me an excruciating explore. The sadistic smirk from between HIS unsmiling lips.
That night, the night HE forced Himself on me, the so-called wedding night, and all other times, HE ráped me.
^---And so, when the numbness subsided, HE would force me to look at him, with his seeds still greasing my thighs. Making my mind whirl like crazy, just like HE wanted me to be. Without having an apparent reason, I had been torn down by him again and again, and the blame was on me.
^---HE knew, or HE thought HE knew what was on my mind as HE controlled what I think, what I secretly wanted as HE successfully made me surrender. He had access to the authority that would chill me out, in the dark, in the sickening light of the precinct. It was always HIM, whether I accept or not, Damien.
*Mature content*
*Age gap*
*Sexual words*
Only 18+
Please read at your own risk.
Most people would call my life perfect and I used to agree. I have wonderful and supportive parents and a hot, soon to be pro athlete, boyfriend. I have been described as beautiful, smart, and funny. I would say I had it all. I am currently going to school at Harvard, but l'm doing study abroad at Oxford. Going to Oxford changed a lot of things for me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle or fix. No, the real problems started when I decided to take one day off to explore London. I started my day off with coffee and ended it with a few stalkers. That's the exact moment my life came crashing down.
It feels like I was walking on cloud nine. One second I was floating and the next I'm crashing. All because of Niall Horan. Everything I thought I knew is wrong. How can one man do so much damage to my life? Everything I have learned in my psychology classes are keeping me afloat, especially my recent study of Stockholm Syndrome.
What happens when you spend your whole life in the sky? You can't go any higher, which means you can only go down.
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"Can someone who suffers from Stockholm Syndrome truly fall in love with their captor?" Professor Dunham asks.
"No. Stockholm Syndrome is your brain coping with the trauma you are experiencing. You can't love someone just because they decide not to kill you." I answer with no hesitation.
"And how do you treat Stockholm Syndrome?" Professor Dunham asks like it is a tricky question.
My classmate jokingly says, "lots and lots of therapy."
Not satisfied with my classmate's answer I add by saying, "and never judge or give advice. You have to help the victim on their own terms and avoid polarization. They see the captor as the one who kept them alive. They won't see the bad right away."
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All ideas and concepts come from my own mind. Do not use any of my ideas. K? Thanks!
And there will be swearing, alcohol and drug use, and sexual themes throughout the story.