One Week With You (C)

One Week With You (C)

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"May I get this dance ? " I heard a mysterious voice behind me ,it was a deep ,and scary voice yet it some what lured me I turned around I than frowned when I noticed who it was "What do you Ethan" "Be my girlfriend for a week " he said "What?"I laughed ridiculously once I stopped laughing ,he still had a serious face on "I'm serious "he said Why a week?i thought "A week?"I asked "A week "He confirmed "What's the catch"I asked raising my right eye brow "There's none baby"He whispered than walked away,and he left me wondering yet wanting more
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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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