Encaptivated [On Hold]

Encaptivated [On Hold]

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" You don't know the things you make us do." he says his eyes drilling into hers. "Enlighten me" she let her courage get the best of her her eyes challenging them both. "For instance we want to tear that piece of clothing away from your body" his brother say as he drags her closer to himself by her waist, and he continues whispering in her ears "We want claim you till you forget your own name and the only thing you will be remembering is to moan our names loud enough to let the world know who you belong to." This is a pure work of fiction and contains some dark contents proceed only if you are comfortable. Any resemblance to real life is purely a coincidence. The updates are too slow as I am between a hectic schedule, maybe once a month
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Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, stalking, kidnap, nsfw, actual plot. His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She would even go so far as to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his anger but only from his devotion. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

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