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Lost in ruins : desire and oblivion

Lost in ruins : desire and oblivion

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jul 29, 2026
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Fiction
Romance
Culture and Identity
West African
"Immersed in pain I thought i had seen it all, whats a little more I thought. Little did I know i was walking on a hot coal with my glass slippers, head held high but heart dropped so low in shame. For the normal people i was a born queen whom people admire from afar and some even envied. I wouldn't mind the jealous glare, for i also envied the life of misery you thought you were living For you its luxury, the luxury I traded my essence for, just for me to realize it was an empty shell of delusion I silently wish for my life to end, but deep down I know I want to continue living for the fear of the unknown, for the fear of what i will meet on the other side"
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"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak. "That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Therefore, I'll make sure to punish you and make you regret your decision every day." He finishes his sentence by landing a hard spank on my crotch, causing me to fall straight onto the sofa. "Stay still if you don't want me to make your night worse," he warns, raising my buttocks in the air again. "Happy anniversary, my fuck toy." He grabs my waist and plunges his hard membrane deep into me, causing me to gasp. *** Her husband treated her like a sex toy, and she let him, hoping that one day he would recognise her love. And he exploited her and vented his fury on her, making her life a living hell. In the end, he divorced her, not knowing she was carrying his baby. After the divorce, the baby was her only hope of survival. Five years later, when she was living her life with her daughter, his return raised questions: Is he back to separate her from her daughter or to rebuild their relationship? *** "Fine. I'm leaving and never show you my face." He grasps my arms and leans closer to my face, accelerating my heartbeat. I despise how much he still affects me. "Because I care about you more than anything else in this entire world. Just remember, you and Hope are my destination, and I'm ready to take any path which leads me to you both."

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