Can I Be His Bride?

Can I Be His Bride?

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Getting married to a father figure that was not on my to do list. Gradually by time I slowly slowly started forgetting him but the pain in me didn't go away. I still remember he left me when I needed him the most after losing my mother but he left me. And getting to know I am adopted that too wasn't in my list. I got no choice but to marry him, my father or adopted father. Can I be his bride?? ___________________________________________ "Can you handle me?" I said smirking "Handle you ? What do you mean" he said confusing coming closer to me rubbing my back "See you can't even understand what I am saying without proper explanation how would you handle my sexual need" as soon as I said that His hand stop moving and he grab my hair in his wist and yank it and I moan at that He laugh "oh baby can you handle me by mere yanking your hair you moan what will you do when I slip my && in your pussy baby" I shivered hearing that making my self wet and needy I pushed myself to his chest "the real question is can you handle me baby" he said
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He wasn't always like this... was he? Was it a specific moment that led to where we are today? Was I too blind to see through his façade? Was I blind enough to overlook his sociopathic, sadistic tendencies? No answers, I have no answers. But it doesn't matter anymore. Neither of us are the same people we once were. It's too late for him and I. We can't turn around from the grave sins we've committed. He's the monster I loved once but now, he's the spawn of Satan himself. I was once the girl he supposedly loved but now... I'm just an object of his torments. "You really think you'll be able to leave me?" The sinister look in his eyes keep me alert. "No," I answer truthfully as the blood dripping down my skirt. "You will keep me alive till my heart bleeds for you. Until you break me completely and that's when I'll take my last breath that takes me away from the man who created hell on earth for me; and that's when I'll leave you, forever."

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