Trapdoor

Trapdoor

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They said ghosts haunt that street, said my dad. I paid it no mind-until my sister decided now was the perfect time to chase a stray puppy and the streetlights started dying one by one. Next thing I know, we're lost in the hood, my phone's dying, and I'm dragging this kid who thinks "traffickers" is a type of job. All while trying not to think about my mom, who bailed with "good intentions" and left the rest of us to figure it out. This isn't a ghost story. Not really. It's more like a bad family trip through hell-with some paranormal side quests, a bunch of arguing, and one big question I can't shake: what's actually haunting us... the street, or everything we never said to each other? If we make it back to the gas station alive, maybe I'll have an answer.
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(Probably gonna edit this-just grammar and plot holes) In a world like mine, family are supposed to be the only people you can trust, the only ones who would always have your back. My family is included in that. My father trained us to be killers since we could pick up a knife. I am the youngest of six children in my family and let me say it is not cute or easy. I have been accused, lied to, blackmailed and more. We use each other for our own benefits, like soldiers but still, we're family. This is the story of how my family allied with another organisation to get rid of a mutual problem. Who will be trusted and who will be destroyed? While my enemies are playing checkers, I'm playing chess, with a perfect checkmate already in sight. Maybe I can play a few other games along the way. "What? Not so confident anymore, are you?" I press my body against him when his back hits the wall. "S-step back," he mumbles, attempting to command me. "And if I don't?" I twirl his hair between my fingers. He pushes me back. "D-don't do that," he breathes heavily. "Don't do what, pet?" I tilt my head. "Don't try to control me," his eyes don't meet my gaze. "My sweet Bunny, I'm not trying to control you..." I stalk towards him like a predator stalking its prey, a wolf catching its meal. When I get close enough, I put my lips to his ear, wrapping my left hand around his neck. "I do control you." I push him to his knees. "That is where you belong..." ❗️WARNING❗️ If you're going to this for smut, you will be very disappointed. I value tension and building actual romance, not just explicit physical intimacy. All pictures are from Pinterest!! I hope you enjoy! Pls comment I love reading them!!

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