Broken

Broken

  • WpView
    Reads 613
  • WpVote
    Votes 14
  • WpPart
    Parts 6
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing9m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Aug 8, 2013
I am torn down. I am abused. I am unloved. I am mistreated. I am unguided. I cry too much. I love to hard. I want to cry, though my love for him is strong. He disregards that, he doesn't care. I wish he cared, I wish he loved me. I must leave. I can't leave. I have to stay. He will find me. These are the thoughts of the broken ones.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Working with the devil
  • Mute
  • Epiphany
  • Whispers Of Unseen Wounds
  • Alleys.
  • Your Guardian Angel
  • Back for you
  • I Need To Change
  • His Will, His Way

This story contains mature and 18+ content Playlist: Spotify, Ann: Hot It's so hard for you to not moan, so you decide to go to the bathroom. "Excuse me for a sec", you mumble. Finally alone you take a deep breath, completely confused. You wash your hands, when someone grabs you by your waist. Strong hands turn you around and push you against a wall. The Ceo. One hand placed on the wall, the left one on your throat, tilting your head slightly up. "Oh you little brat. I didn't allow you to leave. Since u have been a bad girl, expect being punished my princess."

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines