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U̶n̶s̶p̶o̶k̶e̶n̶
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Ongoing, First published Sep 01, 2024
What are we if not our twisted fantasies? 

Iona Matthews knew what she wanted-being a mother at the age of twenty, a small farm house with a lush garden. An honourable wife, a dutiful daughter and a nurturing mother. 

At least until she met him. 

"Yes, little whore. Cry for me." 

Being the  obsession of Carden Crusoe was never in her plans. But here she was..

[ Disclaimer: The story is dark on various levels and unsettling topics are mentioned. Stay safe ;)]
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