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The German's Obsession
Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.Compleet
Under The Floors (Most Likely Discontinued)
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Poems of a suicidal artist
"Sometimes I just want it to end, nothing can stop that thought. " but that's what I said years ago and the thought never ended, it just grew. I don't think I want help anymore, unless you're the grim reaper. if you see him, tell him I've been waiting.
Whelve
Despite being dealt a bad hand in life, Ev promised to himself to never lose hope. He promised to always strive to find the silver lining. That was until he met him. Healing had never been an option for Daniel. Not with the life he had. And when something can't be healed there is only one way to stop the pain. Ev was no stranger to trauma. But helping someone else go through it when they were still scared to face it seemed almost impossible. And yet losing hope was not an option for him. Trigger warning in the Author's Note. PLEASE READ.Compleet
Perfect Timing
Trust the timing of everything. Just because it's not happening right now doesn't mean it never will.. Everything will come to you at the.. perfect time when timing is perfect.. | based on some true events | 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 | 𝐦𝐞, @brisbookcase ᝰ.ᐟCompleet
Love Incarnated
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Buried in the past
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[COMPLETED] Disclaimer! Everything in this piece was written on true events and had happened to me (the writer) personally. This piece may contain highly sensitive content and I write this to help myself and spread awareness to sexual abuse, rape, harassment, abuse, manipulation, assault, torture and Stockholm syndrome. Please read at your own comfort. Thankyou for reading.Compleet
Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.
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