Liar Liar (ON HOLD)

Liar Liar (ON HOLD)

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He promised he would come back to me. He promised he would always be there for me. He promised he would love me forever. But he lied, he broke all of his empty promises; and with them, he broke me. Now here I am at age 21, five years later, all alone in this hospital room with doctors running in and out; overly happy nurses skip in and out of the room without a care in the world. No one notices how I'm becoming less and less of a person, within a few months ( if I last that long), I'll be just an empty shell of a person. Sure there are treatments I could take, and they have high sucsess rates, but I don't have the money, or the motivation to try them. Without him or my parents, what's the point? Yet some how, I feel like everythings going to change, something big is coming. But am I ready for it? Copyrighted To Renegade_uprising! All Rights Reserved!
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**** WARNING*** this book contains graphic details of sexual content and assault and is not appropriate for viewer's under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised! **You have been warned!** He's my obsession now, a drug I crave, and I his. I freely give into the madness, the place he takes me, and I willingly go to forget, forget about how crazy my life is right now, a place where sadness and fear do not exist. The high, unlike anything I've ever felt. Our tongues dancing passionately in rhythm with each other. His finger twisting in my hair pulling, teasing me, the prickling pain part of the high. Our bodies pushing and pulling together like magnets. I rake my finger nails up his back, an animal like sound rough and primal slips from his mouth. I'm naked, sprawled across his bed. Already two orgasms in. He tells me he likes the way my body trembles beneath him. "I'm going to wreck you now Ambrosia." His voice is rough. My inner muscles clench painfully at his words. He spreads me open and slams into me. I moan into the mattress my hands stretched above me; he holds them together as he makes good on his promise. His movements slowly becoming harder, faster, he bites down on my shoulder, the pain quickly forgotten as his lips kiss a trail to my neck, he reaches under me and pinches my swollen clit. His hand fists my hair forcing my head up. "Follow me." His voice is like honey. My body obeys clenching his shaft tight. "That's it." He whispers My body starts to spasm, an orgasm coming up fast until I can no longer hold onto reality, I eagerly let it slip from my fingers until I'm floating. This is what I crave, he is my drug.

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