Crime is Like a Tootsie Pop

Crime is Like a Tootsie Pop

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., févr. 14, 2016
Honestly, as the author I'm making the risky decision to NOT INCLUDE A REAL DESCRIPTION. If you are gonna read this story, don't let me stop you, but anyone who reads this has to be able to appreciate without context. Also, I'd love it if some one, anyone who happened to read this and like it to give me some fan art, no matter how humble. I NEED SOME CRITICS. If you see anything that could be better about the story, comment a suggestion or question you have, I'm open minded. It shows me that there is a person who read this and thought it was worthy. Finally, you may have noticed this is marked as mature content. Know that it's not super mature, but I wanted to play it safe. If you're still here, enjoy!
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COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

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