Red Paintings
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MatureOngoing16m
Last published Fri, Sep 9, 2016
Have you ever seen a red painting?
No, not that kind, my dear, the other kind. The ones where the red color slowly fades into brown over time, thick and uninviting to the plain, and it becomes obvious that the paint is in poor quality as it decays before your very eyes into a mess of sticky reminesence.
Yes. . . those kind. . .
Have you? If so, don't tell anyone.
It's a secret.
And it's mine to tell.
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**TRIGGER WARNING**
This story includes triggers such as depression, self harm, and other such disturbing aspects.
Please do not read this story if you are sensitive to these subjects, I care about all my readers and do not want to be the cause of downcast emotions.
Please also keep in mind that I myself and perfectly fine, and this story is in no way a representation of how myself feel.
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He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you, yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, eyes scanning my face, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break--I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**
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