Levyathyn

Levyathyn

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Stuck in a world where all she knows is the life of being a slave for sexual desires, Myra thought there was nothing more for her in life. Until a master of seduction and a true idol of BDSM comes to her rescue. All he wants is her to be his, surrender herself and be claimed by this man, and in return, he will take her from the life she thought she would never escape. But with every dream comes a consequence. Rubies must be spilt for her freedom, and little does she know, Myra is trading one Devil for another. Take a journey through the love life and erotic adventure between Myra and Levyathyn, one that is dark, dangerous, and delicious, and watch how a weak woman becomes strong, and a dominant man becomes nothing more than human.
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Freedom. The state of not being held prisoner, not being controlled. At least, that's what the dictionary says. But to her, freedom was only a dream. The only thing she had ever wanted-just a day, just a breath outside the cage. Yet her strings were always pulled by someone else, and no matter how she fought, escape never came. Maybe that's what happens when you're trapped too long. You forget what freedom feels like. You stop craving the sky and start clinging to the bars. She was just a normal girl with normal dreams. Graduate high school. Leave this godforsaken town. Go to college. Build a life. A job, a marriage, children. Simple, ordinary dreams. But he-he was anything but ordinary. Not a boy scarred by life, not a victim molded by grief. No tragic story to explain him away. He was the darkness. And he had already decided. She wasn't going anywhere. Excerpt - "You really thought you could outrun me?" he asked sitting in, quite. Dangerous. "I have to leave!" I shouted, voice cracking "I can't breathe here anymore !" "You will breathe when I allow it" His words froze the blood in my body

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