The Archivist
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Delilah is held captive by Will, a dark magic archivist who she once had a very close relationship with--until she learned who he really was. But he's decided not to give up on her yet.
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"It's about time I made you mine," he muttered, hand sliding further up her leg, back down again. She felt queasy at the thought, squirming under his touch as she looked at him with pathetic panic.
"You wouldn't," she said, but it was more to soothe her own anxieties. A poor attempt really. There was something in his eyes, or a lack of it really. She couldn't be certain anymore, what he would or wouldn't do. He'd lied so well for so long, it felt like she didn't know him at all. Perhaps she never had.
"Wouldn't I?" He asked, eyes narrowed curiously, head pulled back just a hair as his hand lightly massaged her leg. She loathed the thought that he was right, and that she was completely at his mercy as he had his fun with her, mentally, physically, tormenting her. All for what?
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