Mag-log inLouiseThere's a moment, just one, when I dare to believe he'll let me go. When his fingers tremble against my skin, when his breath breaks, short and hoarse.But no.Thomas tightens his grip. His hand braces my neck, his forehead crushes against mine, and in his eyes, it's no longer rage. It's worse. It's that damn love he's been suffocating for too long."You know what it did to me, huh?" he growls, his voice low, stumbling over the words. "Searching for you like a dog. Watching you walk away, flee from me... Imagining you in his arms."His jaw clenches so hard it hurts me for him."And yet... Yet here I am. Begging you. Pleading with you to look at me. To see me, damn it, Louise. Me. Not him. Me."I close my eyes. It hurts too much.But he refuses. He forces me. His fingers squeeze, tremble, his lips slide against my cheek in an almost tender gesture, almost... desperate."You think this is my hatred? Yo
LouiseThe air is heavy, saturated with dust and a scent that belongs to him. A mix of cold tobacco and sweat, steeped in contained violence. Thomas is there, before me, his burning gaze anchored in mine, and I already know I won't be able to escape him.He approaches, slowly, too slowly. Each step resonates in my gut like a war drum. He sizes me up, his dark eyes watching for the slightest quiver, the slightest flaw."Look at me," he murmurs.I remain silent. My legs want to step back, but I stay still. He doesn't want a flight. He wants submission.His finger glides along my jaw, caresses the curve of my neck, brushes my shoulder."You're trembling."It's true.An uncontrollable shiver runs through me as his hand moves up, seizes the back of my neck in a firm, possessive grip."This is what I want," he breathes against my skin. "For you to remember me. What I am to you."His breath is burning, his
LouiseThe silence is heavy, suffocating. Thomas contemplates me, jaw tight, fingers clenched on my skin. There's something dark in his gaze, a storm held beneath the surface.Then, he releases in a low, threatening voice:"Why?"I shiver."Why did you do this to me, Louise?"He stares at me, waiting for an answer, but I don't know what to say. What could he possibly hear that would calm his rage?"I..."He squeezes my jaw between his fingers, forcing me to look at him."You betrayed me."His voice trembles with a mix of anger and pain."You replaced me with that insignificant kid."Adrien.I hold back a trembling breath."It's not what you think," I murmur.Thomas laughs, a joyless, icy laugh."Oh no? Then explain it to me. Explain to me why the woman who belongs to me thought she could turn her back on me."His fingers glide over my throat, a silent
LouiseThe smell of blood turns my stomach.Thomas is there, just inches away. His gaze burns, filled with that mixture of anger and satisfaction that makes me want to flee. Behind me, Noah is frozen, features tense. Adrien, too weak, simply struggles to breathe."We've gone too far..." I murmur, eyes fixed on Thomas.His gaze darkens."You ran from me, Louise."I swallow."You wanted to kill me, you still want to kill me."A pause. Then he sketches a smile, one of those smiles that has always chilled me."And you think you can survive without me?"His fingers close around my wrist. It's not a brutal gesture, but it's unyielding. An invisible cage.I know what he's waiting for.So I play my card.I move closer slowly, my fingers gliding over his chest, sticky with sweat and blood. My heart pounds. I hate him. I hate him more than anything. But if he still believes I'm his, maybe
LouiseNoah leads them through the woods, his step quick and assured. Adrien leans against me, growing weaker. His blood soaks into my clothes, sticky and burning."Hold on," I murmur.He doesn't answer. His breath is short, ragged. Every second counts.Noah glances over his shoulder, then veers sharply to the right."Almost there," he breathes.I scan the darkness, heart pounding. We approach an abandoned road, cracked by time, lined with rusted car carcasses. A building emerges from the shadows. A hotel. Or what's left of it.The sign's letters are gone, leaving only dirty traces on the dilapidated wall. The windows are broken, the doors half torn off. The place stinks of dampness and mold."Seriously?" I let out."No one will come looking here."Noah leads us inside. The interior is even worse. Dusty, dark, a real rat's nest. But at least we're sheltered."Lay him down there."I help
LouiseMy blood runs cold.Thomas isn't joking.He looks at us with that clinical coldness, that air of absolute judgment. He's always been methodical, relentless. But now, he's far worse. Because he feels betrayed.Adrien tightens his grip on my hand, his body tensed to the extreme. I can almost hear his heart pounding."Dad, you're not going to do this," Noah intervenes, his voice more hesitant than he'd like.Thomas doesn't even glance his way."Stay out of this, Noah.""Do you realize you're saying you want to... kill us?!" Adrien almost chokes on the last word.I don't have time to wait for an answer.My instinct screams run.I grab Adrien and pull sharply. His body reacts before his brain registers. We bolt towards the back of the house."FUCK!"Thomas explodes and comes after us.We tear through the hallway, our feet slapping on the parquet. My heart is pounding fit
Hope - No, I don't want you to kiss me.- Are you sure?He starts his little game again, pretending to kiss me, and when I unconsciously lean in to kiss him, he moves away. That idiot wants to drive me crazy!- I'm still waiting for you to ask! So, do you want me to kiss you?He licks my lips agai
AlineI quickly get ready for my husband to pick me up; we are going to a party organized by his boss, the first time he is taking me to this kind of event. He is very jealous and refuses every time I want to accompany him to prevent other men from flirting with me. My name is Aline, and I am thirt
Aline- You are beautiful, you have nothing to be ashamed of. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between my thighs. Then, he caresses my thigh, then the inside of my thigh. His rough hand sends shivers down my spine. - Do you feel the same attraction as I do? You affect me a lot. Un
MaïI wake up thinking about my class this morning. I have to be on time to take fifteen minutes to review a bit. I want to get eighteen points on my grade. I'll wash up and get dressed to go down and eat before leaving. My parents have already had theirs. They're ready to go to work.- Good mornin







