Bonded
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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jul 3, 2014
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Fanfic
1Direction
Nadine woke up months before with no memory of her past thanks to a serum she was injected with. The serum is now losing effect on her and she is slowly picking up the puzzle pieces with the boys completely oblivious. With bits of her memory coming back she is plotting escape from the 5 boys that sexually abuse her. She is also put to the test when her thoughts don't add up as she finds herself slowly falling for one of the boys. Each having their turn with her, Nadine has to survive through their kinks and sexual antics. On some nights she is fortunate to snatch something from each boy by rummaging through their pockets, will those items be enough to help her escape? Even so, the real question remains, given the chance to escape.. would she take it? ...Bonded, a One Direction fanfiction.
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I knew she was in trouble. I knew her life was nothing, but a train-wreck; A distaster waiting to explode. I knew she was in agony and I knew her soul consisted of haunting memories and malicious dreams of a man who once brought her immense torture. I knew she was hurting and that falling for her was the last thing I needed on my plate. But with each everlasting glance and with each passionate kiss, my heart never beat the same. Her essence was craved by my longing soul and nothing, even a psycho ex-boyfriend, could cease me from drowning in her eternal love. Every inch of my body flooded with lust for her touch. Every thought swarming around my head ached for her never ending affection. Every move and every word spoken involved the cherishing infatuation of her presence. I knew I would go through hell and back to make her mine and only mine. I wanted her. I needed her. I suspired nothing more than her latency and her body against mine. This was My Moment.

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