Apartment 15

Apartment 15

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"Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord my soul to keep," Janet has lived in one place her entire life: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A native of North Philly, Janet works as a freelance artist. Her career takes off when an acrylic portrait of herself sells for $2.5 million to an unknown buyer. This is Janet's opportunity to move to the City and expand her business. She packs her belongings and relocates to a luxury high-rise apartment, furnishing apartment 14. Three nights in, everything is fine until the supernatural calls upon her. Nothing will destroy the new life she has built for herself-not even her past. " If i should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take." Janet cries out.
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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