L'Agnelle - French for the lamb
noun
ˈlam
Synonyms of lamb
1: a young sheep
2: common metaphor for tenderness, innocence, and vulnerability.
Cecilia was the kind of woman who lingered in your thoughts long after she left the room, like a phantom presence you couldn't shake. She slipped under your skin, whether you invited her or not, and once there, she burrowed deep. You either adored her with an intensity that bordered on madness or loathed her with equal fervor-there was no middle ground. She had this uncanny ability to eclipse everyone else, rendering them insignificant. Her allure was a puzzle, a mystery you couldn't quite solve. Perhaps it was in the way she moved through the world, with a quiet, self-assured grace that drew people to her like moths to a flame. She was magnetic, irresistible, and everyone felt it, even if they couldn't explain it.
But there was a boundary around Cecilia, an invisible line no one dared to cross. She was Felix's-everyone knew it, even if she didn't fully understand it herself. They were a pair, bound together by something unspoken but deeply understood. To approach her was to challenge him, and no one was foolish enough to do that.
Yet, the delicate balance of their world began to tip when Oliver Quick entered the scene. Oliver was a predator cloaked in charm, a wolf disguised as a sheep. He saw in Cecilia not just a beautiful, innocent girl but an opportunity, a target ripe for exploitation. Her kindness, her vulnerability, these were not virtues in his eyes-they were weaknesses to be manipulated, tools to unravel her from within. In this game of power and possession, Cecilia was the lamb, and Oliver the wolf who would stop at nothing to devour her whole.
Clove Tali
innocent. In his eyes.
Oliver Wolf
a savior. In her eyes
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⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️
⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️
⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️
Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love.
Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl.
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He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy.
"No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear.
"Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts.
"My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now.
Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain.
⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️
⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️
this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol
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