TéAnna and Her Parasol

TéAnna and Her Parasol

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TéAnna (tay-ah-na) has an adoptive mother and father, no friends at all, but only a white and gold parasol, named May. This one parasol was her only exception as a "friend." He followed TéAnna wherever she went, refusing to be with anyone else. The parasol loved the warmth of his friend's hands gently clutching his wooden handle. Traveling endlessly with TéAnna, the parasol has seen misty mountains, the greenest grass, flowers bloomed to perfection, and dreamy landscapes, day and night. He has seen the world with his human friend, enjoying every moment with TéAnna, always walking the lands of Mother Earth free of technology and the greed of city folk. Without those trivial materials, the parasol never collects a single strand of dust. This is a story through the parasol's nonexistent eyes and ears.
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He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

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