Kidnaped - { Hate Our Love }
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!!! DARK ROMANCE !!!
Three men out for revenge. Three men trying to break her. Three men are playing games. With her.
One girl will beg her "god." One girl who's totally at their mercy. One girl has to survive three strangers.
Hey, just a heads-up: this might be a bit triggering.
βΌοΈTrigger warning:βΌοΈ
Abuse - physical and mental
Use of sex toys
Violence - physical and mental
Mind games, manipulation, and brainwashing
Kidnapping
Godless statements
Murder
Torture
Male x male
Sex with multiple participants
Are you up for the challenge?
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@SugaDreamOne in the roles: Vince and Reese
@KaeseKuchen_MiiNaa in the roles: Elisabeth and Mateo
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