Saving Lucy [DISCONTINUED]🚨
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 28m
Ongoing, First published Apr 15, 2015
"What do you want?" I whispered to him helplessly. I just wanted him to leave me alone and to leave me be. He was making my stay a whole lot harder.

"To help you, tesorino." His fingers came up to my face and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. 

"I don't need help." I responded hastily. I needed him to stay away by all means possible. 

"You're right," his voice went down an octave and I felt my senses awakening. "You don't need help--"

"That's right." I nodded my head, proud to be right for once. 

"You need saving."

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This story does contain self harm and suicide attempt/s. Also bullying so if it's triggering for you then this isn't the story for you.
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you... yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break-I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**