Ana his obsession
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Ongoing29m
Last published Fri, Mar 21, 2025
"let me go"I screamed trying to break free from his hold . But my attempts were futile, his hold only tightening around my wrist.
"I would rather die" he whispered seductively near my ear. Tracing my jaw like a menace .
"I hate you "I snapped at him. He laughed like a psycho on my statement. A shiver went down my spine.
"Feelings mutual" he said with a smirk.
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