Can't Escape
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Can't Escape. Why? Because I'm stuck with a crazy-in-love psycho. Can't Escape. There's no way out. Can't Escape. I'm helpless. Can't Escape. I'm weak. Can't escape. He will always know where I am. No matter where I go.
{30 January 2022: This story is from 2015, I was almost 14 when I wrote this so bear with me lol}
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What she feared most happened on her wedding day. He had warned her. A part of her told her it was just a joke, while the other knew he meant it. Somehow, she felt she was the problem. Like she allowed it. Part of her didn't let him go after all. He knows too much, and she knows him too well. When he shot her husband-to-be on their wedding day and kidnapped her, why did she not panic? Why is she just following his command? Why is she not trying to escape? Do I still love him? He is a killer! He is insane! Escape! Escape now! But he will never harm me? He has harmed you enough; why don't you see this? There is nothing left in him; can't you see that? What do you want me to do?! Kill him.
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Her Dark Obsession
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"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?
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Suffering Among Flowers
"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."Hoàn thành
What she feared most happened on her wedding day. He had warned her. A part of her told her it was just a joke, while the other knew he meant it. Somehow, she felt she was the problem. Like she allowed it. Part of her didn't let him go after all. He knows too much, and she knows him too well. When he shot her husband-to-be on their wedding day and kidnapped her, why did she not panic? Why is she just following his command? Why is she not trying to escape? Do I still love him? He is a killer! He is insane! Escape! Escape now! But he will never harm me? He has harmed you enough; why don't you see this? There is nothing left in him; can't you see that? What do you want me to do?! Kill him.
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