Beautiful Destruction

Beautiful Destruction

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"Let. Me. Go." I said slowly while glaring into his eyes. He held my hands tightly above my head, pinned to the wall. "Submit to me and I will. Give yourself to me." He said. "I will not. You lost all my respect, you-" He slapped me so hard my neck cracked. "Then I'll have to take what I want... We both know you have no say in this." "Don't doubt my power.." I said and attempted to move my neck back into place. "Oh you still haven't learned who you're talking to. Mmmm Mmmm. What will I do with you Kira?" He moved his hands along my curves down to my thighs. Leaning into my ear he whispered, "We're going to have some fun." I shuddered at the thought. My eyes then became heavy and i passed out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What if you were the one desire of someone who was much stronger than you? Someone who is beyond immortal. Someone who rules the underworld, or Hell. Would you give in? Or would you fight? FIGHT or FALL
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