UnFit Love (BWWM)

UnFit Love (BWWM)

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I looked at my surroundings finding a cotton field and an ugly white man who is starring at me in the field. Shit.Shit.Shit I hope i'm not where I think i'm is. "Well I never seen a pretty nigger like you around." Shit i'm in slavery oh fuck me. "Can you talk nigger" I looked at him and nodded acting dumb. "Well what's yer name wench" I gotta find a way to get out of here quick. "My name is Jane." his eyes narrowed and smirk down at my body. That's beyond disgusting. "Hmmm come on now I gotta take ya down town tuh sell ya" he grabbed me roughly by arm and drag me to a cage full of slaves. Oh great I'm going to be sell to somebody who's going whip my perfect skin and drag me into hole by my perfect hair. How great. Jane Scott is a friend of Ava Hicks whose a scientist that had build a Time Machine that can send her back in time to save people lives. But what happens when Jane fools around with the Time Machine and goes in the worst time period of history.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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