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Weeping Violets

Weeping Violets

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Nov 28, 2012
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Fiction
Romance
WARNING!!! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT INCLUDING BDSM. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING PLEASE DO NOT READ!!! I did not hear the click of someone opening the front door of me small one bedroom apartment, or the soft thuds of the soles of their heavy shoes as they trekked carefully across the old wood flooring into my room. I did not start as the sound of their gasp as they took in my near-naked appearance and I most certainly did not feel as a strong pair of solid arms slid under me, lifting me easily from the safety of my bed and carry me away from my home and everything else I have ever known. For when I awoke I was not even in the same country in which I had fallen to sleep in. In fact I wasn’t even on planet Earth anymore And to make things so much worse I found myself in the bed of the Prince of Dracorti, who does nothing but smile down at me and whisper the words which held so much dominance and immediately had my core aching, ‘You are mine now, sweet Violetta.’
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Remorse

I force myself to unlock the door and once it swings open, I spend no time watching the look of bafflement on his face. I brush right past him and sit myself down onto the bed, my eyes are glued to the rain racing down the panes. He walks over to where I'm sitting, steadily, and stands over me. Studying me. Inspecting the dried patches on my face and the blood on my knuckles from picking at my skin. I can't bare to watch. Finally, I glance up at him and our eyes are locked within each other's. His head tilts to the side and the paleness of his eyes continue examining me. "What are you doing to yourself?" Are the next words that have no hesitation flying out of his mouth. It makes me so angry that he assumes I've been the one behind this. "You did this to me." I had meant to sound strong and convincing, but it had turned only into a timid whisper.

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