Smile For The Picture

Smile For The Picture

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Models, Photos, Lights. There's no better job right? Taking pictures of models and living the high life. My life was all good, until he came into the picture. It wasn't the best of chances but the worst, I think I made a deal with the devil. "Give me one month to make you mine and if you give in, your mine for until you can pay me back, that means I can do whatever I want, if not you can go about your day like nothing happened. We'll go our separate ways. And anyways, I'm sure we will be seeing each other often telling by your name tag on your bag. Your my photographer for the next month." His offer echoed through my mind repeating itself over and over again. I can do this, right? I mean, all I have to do is deny his offers for a month? Sounds easy, really simple actually. "Deal!"
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His claim

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

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