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BAJO CONTROL

BAJO CONTROL

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En Graywood, Kansas, el orden tiene un nombre: Thomas Miller. Como jefe de policía, Miller ha convertido el miedo en su mejor herramienta. En un pueblo marcado por las pandillas, las drogas, las armas y una juventud que parece haber perdido el respeto por la autoridad, sus métodos son cuestionables, pero sus resultados son innegables. Para algunos es el hombre que consiguió devolverle la seguridad a las calles. Para otros, es simplemente otro hombre que se esconde detrás de una placa para hacer lo que quiere. Lara Bennett llega a Graywood para ocupar una vacante como profesora de Literatura en la secundaria local. Lo que encuentra está muy lejos de la escuela que imaginaba: aulas dominadas por la violencia, estudiantes que desafían constantemente a los profesores y agentes de policía que entran y salen del establecimiento como si las reglas no existieran. Lara decide que no piensa marcharse. Y tampoco piensa quedarse callada. Su forma de defender a los estudiantes pronto la enfrenta con Miller, convirtiéndolos en enemigos desde el primer encuentro. Él la considera ingenua. Ella lo considera peligroso. Ninguno está dispuesto a ceder. Pero cuanto más se enfrentan, más difícil resulta ignorar la atracción que existe entre ellos. Mientras Lara comienza a descubrir al hombre detrás de la placa, Miller empieza a cuestionar todo aquello en lo que ha creído durante años. Porque por primera vez alguien no le teme, no lo admira y tampoco está dispuesta a justificarlo. Y cuando los sentimientos comienzan a crecer entre ellos, Miller tendrá que enfrentarse a una pregunta que jamás se había permitido hacerse: ¿Hasta dónde está dispuesto a llegar para mantener el control? Porque hay cosas que no pueden controlarse. Ni una ciudad. Ni la ley. Ni mucho menos el corazón.
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The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

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