The Warden's Toy
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MatureComplete Thu, Jul 24, 20253h 44m
He's broken.
He's dangerous.
And now, he's theirs.
A psycho who never understood pain. A Warden who teaches it far too well.
Some lessons are carved into your skin - and some into your soul.
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I met a man. He's not kind. He's not cruel. He's just... unreadable. I'm a mess-clumsy, anxious, barely holding it together. He watches me like he's waiting for me to unravel. Then he sees a crack in my life- and wedges himself in like rot in old wood. One deal. And suddenly, he owns me. My time. My body. My silence. He doesn't want my heart. He wants control. He won't stop until I'm broken open, and what's left belongs only to him.
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