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TWISTED DREADFUL SOUNDS
I pull my bag downstairs, and my toe squacks as the outpoor from the cold floor hits it. I am trying to fight back my tears in all possible ways I can, but it seems it's failing me; it's dropping already, more like the silent ticking of the wall clock. I try to stop it, but when it fails to come under my watch, I let it fall. I don't think I deserve this. I don't deserve what is happening to me; I have wanted better; in fact, I deserved better—a better man, a better family, and any other good thing in life—and not this.Slowly, I lift my head forward, directing my eyes to my dad and siblings, who maintain a particular position in the sitting room. Their faces are all gloomy; he has wanted to say something, but as his mouth makes tiny moves, he dares not. He dreads me at the moment, and everything concerning me has been done. It's all over. Last but not least, I banter my eyes towards mom, who sits on a couch not too far from them; her head is slightly bandaged, which is why I had to u
TWISTED MERE TOUCH
The next thing I hear are her footsteps. They approached steadily, and the sounds of her heels echoed, and that was when it dawned on me that I had been eardropping, but it was already too late as she had already pulled the door knob open and my ear was still resting on it. "Holy shit!".Shyly I forward my stare to her face, watching as it turns long and gets entangled in a light frown. Her left hand rests on me and pushes me as hard as she can. She puts on a satisfied smile after paying homage to her desires before she finally walks away."You are here so soon," he questions, and this is exactly the first time I am having a conversation with him, but I stay calm, my legs wobbling in fear. His grumpy voice beckons, and I just nod, trying not to lock eyes with him."Where am I staying? I hope it's not in your room." I hear myself questioning him with this little glitch of confidence surrounding my question. I am suddenly able to have direct eye contact with him, making my brown eyes re
TWISTED GET READY
I flee as far as my legs can take me. not to my room or anywhere closer, what the hell is wrong with me? I can't believe I almost messed up with my supposed ruthless billionaire husband.I really hate him, so why that sensation when his hands crept into my already wet p*ssy, and why did that little moan escape my lips? Why didn't I stop him even when I hated him so much? Why let him have his way with me and not stop him with a resounding slap like I have always wished to anytime he will ever lay a finger on me? "He irritates me, so why did I ever become his prey with well-spread eyes?"This thought and more rush through my mind as I rest my back on the wall. The only thing my confused soul needs now is a soothsayer to tell me the reason for my earlier behavior."How the heck could I fall that bad?" I kept wondering.Only God knows what he's going to see me as now. Maybe, as a mere slut and attention seeker who goes on acting all hard only to get lured to bed with ease, I would have al
TWISTED HIS ADDICTION
I feast on the note in my hands as I search my dim brain for a word to say to the bullshit written in it but find none."Put on this red dress. My make-up artist will be with you shortly, and of course she will be coming along with your shoes," the letter read.He wants us to go out. If he does, then why? "And where exactly are we going?" my mind asked at last.Staring at the cloth for a few minutes, I pick it up, spreading it wide open on the bed. After a final glance at it, I direct my steps to the bedroom, my leg making a little quack with each contact it makes with the golden tiled floor.I am only doing this for my family members and no one else. "Not because of him, but for their sake." I consoled myself with this as I walked into the bathroom.In the bathroom, I jam the door shut, allowing my towel to drop freely from my underarms to the floor.I pick it up and hang it before taking my steps to the bathtub, ready to have a warm bath.Sitting in the bathtub, I allow the warm wat
TWISTED THE PARTY
"That isn't going into me, is it?" I questioned him, fearfully pulling away from him a bit, but that only annoyed him as he pulled me closer with force."You are mine, Mira; I bought you with my money, and you are my sex toy more than a wife, so stay calm and enjoy what I am about to do to you," he grumbles, and before I could make another statement, his bullshit drove into me, making me let out a painful but loud moan, loud enough to pull down the whole mansion."Bloody shit!" is the next time I hear from him. I had expected that, so I am not surprised a bit."You are still a virgin?" he asks, his face singing in anger, but a surprised look is also on his face as he pulls out of me."Yeah, I am," I reply shyly, my hands pulling the bed sheets closer to myself."The fuck!" he mutters, walking away angrily.I can't believe it just happened again. I am moved by his touch again."I thought we agreed never to get fooled by his touch again?" I bark at my emotions, still finding it hard to
TWISTED The introduction
Returning to my room, I gripped my buttocks against my bed, allowing wide thoughts to flash through my mind again. Most importantly, the fact that Mr. Grumpy wants to show his wife to his family—come on! Is this some kind of joke or what?Just when I am about to settle on my thoughts, a knock comes across my door, breaking into my chain of thought, and I manage to yank out a "Who is there?" which is followed by a feminine voice responding with "Sir. Arnold wants you to wear the dress he bought for you".Her speech threw me off, and I was left to stare at the blank wall for a while.Oh! Bitch! I know that he will one day introduce me to them, but I never know when it will be too soon not to talk about today."I will be ready, ok?" I stammer after realizing she's still at the door, as I can still feel her sensation around the door. Don't ask me how I can. I believe everyone can."Ok, ma'am," her response follows, accompanied by the sound her feet make as she despatches. Her now-current
TWISTED PERVERT
I am in my room, observing rest. I glance at my wristwatch and breathe out.The introduction has ended, and everyone has returned to their various houses.I try so hard to fall asleep, but it seems impossible. This is the 10th time I am trying to catch some sleep, and it isn't working. I think my body needs to be comforted by the wind from the dark sky outside.I walk out of my room, going somewhere only God knows. I just need to get some fresh air at this point because I believe it's the only thing that can put me to sleep.I walk down each staircase, my hands jerking in the cold as a heavy wind sweeps through me, making me rethink my plan. Will it even be nice to receive ventilation in such windy weather? I need air, but not to be blown away by it."You better get your ass inside. "You can't possibly go out in such horrific weather," my mind screams out, and giving in to defeat, I follow its instructions and trace my steps back to my room."What are you doing out here this late? "Do
TWISTED A SURPRISE
I walk down the stairs, my wedding gown flowing thoroughly with each step I take. I think of what I am going to say to mom, and my urge to see her increases. I really can't wait to tell her what I am going through in this house.The maids help hold my gown as soon as they see me, and they can't stop singing my praises as I advance the stairs more. They keep praising me for being too beautiful and winning the heart of their boss, and if only they knew the story behind all this shit, they wouldn't be praising me but crying on my behalf.The maids crumble off as soon as they see Mr. Grumphy. He walks towards me with this evil smirk on his face."Pretty soul," he whispers into my ear, standing only an inch away from me, his breath falling only on my neck as he retrieves his step backward."My lady. I want you to wrap your hands around mine because I wouldn't want my family and yours to find our little secret. " And yes, if you are harboring the urge to say anything stupid to your family m
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