Paradise Bound

Paradise Bound

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I felt apathetic towards everything and everyone, wondering what the purpose was, especially since I was destined to be exploited. As everything faded to black, I caught a glimpse of him, possibly a product of my mind's attempt to cope, a faceless figure closing in on me while I struggled to breathe, and the final sound I heard before losing consciousness was "maybe in the afterlife I would take you as my wife but not now." * I've been thinking about this story for some time and I'm excited to finally put it into words, hoping it brings entertainment to those who read it. * • This story addresses several sensitive subjects, including suicide and associated issues• 18+
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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, eyes scanning my face, 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**

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