My Dominant Kidnapper

My Dominant Kidnapper

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A woman finds herself with conflicting feelings for her kidnapper after she's punished for trying to a escape. ❤️‍🔥 18+ Dark themes, BDSM themes- abusive themes (may trigger some readers) 'I still can't look him in the eyes, and it's not because he's intimidating as fuck. It's because Ive now realised I was sexually impassioned by what he did. As the pain dissipates i find myself wanting the feeling back. I've definitely changed my tune. I'm still scared as fuck for what it means. Does it make me crazy? Does it make me a bad person? How many people crave a bondage affair with their abductor?' *sorry about any grammatical errors and punctuation I would love to re re re read it and change anything, just let me know :) So appreciative of any feedback and constructive criticism you guys have 🤍 Please leave a like or comment or love, and let me know what you think 😘 More to come 😉
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Eliana is running from her past, and it's chasing her with a vengeance. When her loved ones are murdered before her by a cruel family, Eliana escapes to America and hasn't stopped running for six years. Now, they are getting closer. A dark twist of fate means that ancient bonds are revealed and Eliana is forced to question everything that she knows. *Excerpt* This time, I only made it about twenty feet before a large force slammed into me from behind, a tight hand wrapping around my mouth preventing me from crying out. Desperately, I reached my hands up to tug at the arm around my face as a second powerful arm snaked around my stomach, keeping me flush to the warm chest behind me and stopping me from falling from the impact of his collision. "Enough!" He growled close to my ear. Despite the strong arms and seething tone keeping me contained, I used all my might to struggle, squirming frantically to try and loosen his grip. My shouted pleas were muffled uselessly by the hand over my mouth and warm tears burned against my cold face as they streamed from my ballooned eyes. My legs kicked helplessly, and I must have got a hit in because I heard him curse under his breath before he easily but surprisingly gently, kicked my legs from under me and forced me into a kneeling position on the forest floor, lowering himself afterwards to match my stance. With this new position he could release the arm around my waist without allowing me any wriggle room and I felt him reach behind him to grab something. Shit. My breathing picked up and my cries increased in volume. Was he just going to kill me like this? In the middle of nowhere? Trigger Warning: This is a dark romance. Themes of abuse, death, violence and all around some pretty toxic behaviour.

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