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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She woke up with hair in her mouth, she tried to reach up to move it, but hair was tying her hands down too......... She was wrapped up cocoon style, in her hair that was hanging from a beam of the ceiling of a large empty room............... She had hair about fifteen feet long. Most people would say it was blonde, but it was really a deep gold with hints of red throughout it, almost the color of fire, a rich fire............................. "Now, if you want to get out of this, mess," he said, motioning to her hair. "just say the word, I'll be happy to cut you down." he finished with a smirk............................... Nothing was more precious to her than her hair..................... She glared at his retreating back, not able to come up with all the nasty things she wanted to call him... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A "Retired" spy, an escapee of a Dangerous Prison, and lots of fights to get in.
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"You seriously think that you can run away from me?" He sniggered darkly. His obsession, his madness over me peeped at me through his eyes. Taking long steps, he approached me, causing me to pace backwards until I met the wall standing tall behind me. Clutching my fistful of hairs in his hand, he titled my head and sniffed my neck; walking extremely close to me. "That too with my child? You wish so?" "It's not your child." Leaving the nape of my neck, he raised his head and looked straight in my eyes. His black, dark eyes, as if is possessed by some ghost, were ready to murder any living being in front of him. "It's just mine." He smirked, sending shiver down my spine. This is the most animalistic form I have seen of his', in these whole eleven years of span. Bending his head down, he let his warm lips to enfold mine. "Winter sweetheart, you didn't understood my true nature even after so many years?" I frowned, not finding his words penetrating my thick skull. "I take what's mine. And if not peacefully, than I can also snatch it." Except of our racing heart beats, nothing could be heard. There was absolute silence. A new fear unlocked from the depth of my heart and made it's way up to the surface. "And as far as I know, you and the baby growing in your womb, both are mine." ~ All pic credit goes to it's rightful owner.

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