Dangerous

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I swear I'm gonna kill him
He swore he was going to kill me
I don't want to die because of him....in his hands
..........

But why does the pain of death from his grip on my throat
Feel so fucking good
........

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"will you be there, even if the world was falling apart.....will you be there?" i asked. All i wanted was to feel okay, to finally be able to be free and not feel as if life held me by the throat. "yes i will." he answered "i will be there." he repeated, as if he tried to convince himslef rather then me. "i promise." he said. what a lie..... where were you then? where were you when i was on my knees screaming in agony waiting for someone to strip the pain from my aching heart. "i promise." you said. what a lie.... ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈!!!! ⚠︎𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ⚠︎𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 ⚠︎𝑩𝑶𝒀x𝐵𝑂𝑌 ⚠︎𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖤𝖣)

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

(This is targeted for people 16+) "Same with hurting you. Or marking you.." He slid his arm gently down to his back, closing his hand around a bruise that lay on the hero's waist. The hero flinched at the action, still keeping his lips sealed. "I can be the only one capable of doing it.." "Your fucking crazy..." The hero sighed with a bit of fear hidden in his tone. The man smiled with the description, turning his head in the direction of Oxzy's ear, he spoke with a sweet voice. "I can make you go even crazier than me Ox..." ------- A hero and a villain in the same low-profile town, they battle. One protecting, one destroying. The town tries to break them apart, but instead... They grow closer. The hateful and spiteful relationship can only last for so long. So long until it becomes something that can be remotely called anything like love. Love that ends up revolving around trauma and the hindering of emotions. The hero will run, and the villain will follow. ------- WARNING: - Mature & sexual content on certain chapters, - A r*pe scene;(DO NOT ROMANTICIZE) - Sexual assault, - A toxic relationship & characters, - Real like trauma scenarios, - Death, - Gore, (excessive blood description 😅)

Torture In Silence (Kellic) by piercethevie

You don't know what it's like to live with people you don't know, to judge disgusting things you've never seen before, and have a master who makes you suck his cock when he's feeling in the mood. This wasn't my life. I didn't want any of this. I was forced to be here because I had nowhere else to go. The worst part is not knowing if I'll ever get out of here, and...and...I don't even have a voice to speak out against it. Five years...five years living in this dreadful place, four years of it with me not speaking. I'll never ever talk again after what I witnessed, and nobody, and I mean nobody will force me to speak. Not even my master. WARNINGS: -self-harm -rape -physical/emotional violence -VERY bad language -suicide and mentions of suicide Please don't read this if you feel like you're gonna get sick or harm yourself. I don't want my readers to hurt themselves or feel the same way as Kellin when he's telling his story. It's just a story, obviously not real! Don't take it seriously, please. ENJOY! =Melissa=

"How does it feel to know that you can fuck me, whenever and wherever you want?" My voice was breathless, a challenge taunting him. His hands crept up my back, fingers tightening around my neck. "Control what I wear," he growled as I speak, the pressure making me close my eyes, drowning in the submission. "What l eat." The grip on my throat increased, and I lost myself in the hazy, heady rush of it all. "Who I talk to," I was yanked down by the neck, his weight pressing me into the bed. 22.01.2025 -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- In a world of power, secrets, and unspoken desires, a troubled art history student and the heir to a royal dynasty engage in a forbidden, intense romance that pushes both to the brink. As their dark, dominant-submissive relationship intertwines with political intrigue, personal demons, and royal duties, they must navigate the explosive collision between love, control, and destiny-until their bond is tested by family conspiracies and the shadows of their past. Will their connection be their salvation or their undoing? His to break. His to keep. © 2025 Reva Quill.

"Show daddy how much you love to get tied up and fucked so hard in that tight pussy of yours. Show daddy how much you love getting teased by his cock." I looked away from his face in shyness and a slap was immediately connected to my sensitive breast making me mewl. "That was a command and I like it to be pursued." He looked at me with a menacing smirk while I stammered out a reply. "B-but daddy I-ahh!" Another slap hit my sensitive skin but it was on my leaking paradise. "I didn't ask for a reply or for you to speak. Get on your knees and suck my cock, show daddy how much you love choking on his hot cum." His words were so dirty and sinful I'm wanted to look away but I know I'd get punished if I do. I needed to submit to him, even if his words about me are so disgraceful, belittling and shameless...It made excited, so much excitement I got from him... It's making me submit. I will, 'cause he's my daddy. I got on my knees and hesitantly look down at his long.. thing.. That I will now call a rod and slowly reached out for it. He is belittling me, calling me slut and shaming me so much.. But the feeling of being ashamed is so good when it comes from him. He wants me to show him how much I love it when he destroys my sensitive paradise. I will do as daddy commands. _teaser for the story to come. This is my first ever story. It will have its ups and downs, it won't be perfect but it'll be its best. Add my story to your library you can find it easier. Thanks for choosing this story see you in the ride.

Different // L.H by _Harry_Ate_My_Nandos

I've never acted this way around a boy before, this is a completely new feeling to me. He makes me nervous, his presence makes my breath hitch in my throat. I hate him for giving me these feelings but I also love him for it. Why can't we just be friends like I'd normally want but I don't know anymore. ---------------------------------------------------------- LUKE HEMMINGS FANFIC

Cupid's Wrong |Cupid Series | Book 1 by nellurhkeem

"I shouldn't be around you." I could hear the vibration in his chest as he spoke. It sent my heart to a frenzy. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I got quiet for a while. "Me too." I moved my arms and locked them around his waist and pulled him even closer inhaling him. I didn't want to even be an inch away from him.

The Silent Host (boyxboy OHSHC) by LazyyOtaku

Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.

Fatal Attraction: Falling into a Cruel love (Boyxboy) by KatieHartx

Why did he kidnap me? This happened 3 months ago. Many times I have tried to escape the clutches of his rough hands. Many times I have cried for help. But I need to get stronger in order to escape from him. Now, three months later, I think about this, but now my feelings are different. I wanted to kill him, to make him suffer the way he made me suffer. "Do it, kill him!" Is what I'm thinking. "Kill him and it will be over. I will be able to escape." The mask that was hiding his identity looks at me as I hold the knife to his throat. The whole time I been wondering why I didn't just slit his throat. He told me to do it, to finish him but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I couldn't hate him for the times he whipped me or raped me. I just couldn't. I looked at him holding the knife to his throat with a shaky hand. No matter how hard I try I can't hate him. No matter how hard I try I can't get the knife to slice Reidson's throat. Dropping the knife on the floor I look at his face. I couldn't see his eyes because of the white mask. Now the same hands that used to be so rough became soft and warm. He still beats and rapes me but I figured out why I didn't hate him for making me suffer like this with these same hands that hurt me so cruelly are now touching my face gently. I held his hand to my chest as I look at his masked face. His hand is stained with blood. My blood. I look at his face, I have fallen into a cruel love.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"will you be there, even if the world was falling apart.....will you be there?" i asked. All i wanted was to feel okay, to finally be able to be free and not feel as if life held me by the throat. "yes i will." he answered "i will be there." he repeated, as if he tried to convince himslef rather then me. "i promise." he said. what a lie..... where were you then? where were you when i was on my knees screaming in agony waiting for someone to strip the pain from my aching heart. "i promise." you said. what a lie.... ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈!!!! ⚠︎𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ⚠︎𝑺𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 ⚠︎𝑩𝑶𝒀x𝐵𝑂𝑌 ⚠︎𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖯𝖫𝖤𝖳𝖤𝖣)

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