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I felt well-built forelimbs wrap around my waist, tugging me into a wall of muscle. A hideous shriek escapes from my lips. "Someone's jumpy," A familiar hoarse voice tells me behind me as it rests its chin on my shoulder as the heavenly scent of cologne whirls into my nose and soothes my sensibility.
"I didn't even hear you come in." He was so quiet that I hadn't heard him coming up behind me.
Another squeaked escapes me when he twirls me around, coming face to face with a wide thorax. I slowly raised my eyes to meet his piercing gaze. "You miss me?" He asked in response.
"Yes," I nodded, smiling while I tucked a part of my hair behind my ear." I missed you".
He angled towards me and I thought he was going to kiss me instead. He carried his lips to my ear. "I didn't miss you at all,"
My smile immediately replaced it with a scowl. I couldn't help glare at him. James throws his head back and lets out a laugh, finding it funny befo
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Loud noise from the phone's ringing tone wakes me up from my slumber. I let out a groan and placed the pillow on top of my head, irritated by the noise. I decided to ignore it. Soon the ringing of the phone stopped and again a minute later it went off. I went back to sleep but couldn't, so I decided to get up if I wasn't going to fall asleep. I shot up from the sitting position, rubbing my tired eyes. I blinked my sleep away from my eyes, looking up at the clock hung on the wall to check the time, finding it just seven am in the morning. Still early as I usually wake you, from 8: 30 to 9 am. I could hear the sound of water running, alerting me that James was in the shower. Just a minute later, his phone dinged, informing me that he had received a text message. This time I couldn't help the curiosity that sparkled in me. I crawled over to reach for his phone from the nightstand. I looked at the screen to find the number of an unknown number. I k
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I peeled off my dress from my body and threw it in the basket and made my way to the shower before turning it on. After cleaning most of my body and hair, I dried myself before wrapping it around my body and another around my hair. I opened a cabinet and took out the first-aid kit. I found a gel that can help cool down the wounds. After applying it to the blackish-purple spot, I rolled the bandage. I got dressed in an all-black jumpsuit before heading towards the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw James already seated at the table. He was dressed up in a grey suit and white shirt. Why is he so handsome? My ticker began to beat hastily, suddenly feeling on edge. I looked down and hesitantly took a seat across from him. "Good morning.” He greeted me with a warm smile. Bastard. "M-Morning". I greeted him back with a forced smile of my own. James didn't look bothered at all. To be frank, I was a little taken back after
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One and a half months have passed since the day Ivan had broken my leg without showing me any mercy. I have been on complete bed rest since. Life hasn't been easy here. Ivan is discourteous and inhospitable towards me. It's not like I crave his affectation or something, but you don't have to persistently slur me every chance he gets. It's the same story for Dean that he avoids me like the plague. David and others behaved as he did before I ran away from them. Hot and cold. Yes, initially, when they brought me here he was extremely inhospitable to me, but with time, he began to warm up. Actually, warm-up is not the word, more like it ignores me. I still don't understand why they keep me here when they can't even stand me. I mean they could have killed me but they didn't. Not that I want to die, but I don't understand why I am still alive. I am just a liability to them. They have changed the site. It's not the same repository where I firs
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Another two weeks have gone and now I have started walking on my own. I still feel reprehensible about what happened two weeks ago. I wish things were different, but I can't do anything other than mourn it. I don't know what to do anymore. Running from here is not an option after what Ivan did to me. Just the memories of his brutality are enough to make me shiver like a wet dog. I don't think I will ever make that mistake again. I learned my lesson and realized that running is not an option anymore. Even if I somehow made the effort to try to escape from here, I still don't think it will be easy because Ivan has been very vigilant after my last escape. I have started doing small chores in the house. Mary wasn't okay with me working at first, but later she gave in. Working helped me take my mind off of my current predicament. At least I won't go insane thinking about everything over and over. Only two good things have happened to me ever
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I let out a sigh of relief, I didn't even comprehend I was holding my breath. My eyelids shut on their own as I took heavy breaths to calm my racing heart. Ivan never fails to scare the shit out of me. He has been a constant puzzle. No one can predict what that monster of a man is thinking about. I mean how he can make a claim on me when he has a girlfriend. Kiki is everything a man will ever want in a woman, minus her attitude, which is not exactly my favorite. But part of me can't help but blame that on Ivan. I think it's her insecurities that's making her act the way she is acting. I mean everyone will go insane if the person you love is sleeping around with everyone. I kind of understand Kiki's hate towards me, even though it's not fair the way she has been treating me. "What are you doing here?" A shriek tore out of my mouth at the sudden voice. My eyelids unrolled on their own. Another scream escaped from me when I saw David so close to m
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Eight days Eight days had passed since the hot water incident. My hand has healed now all thanks to Mary's ointment. It helped a lot. Ivan has been ignoring my existence once again. He acts like I don't exist at all and spends all his time either on his work or with Kiki. Yes, Kiki came back the next day begging for his forgiveness. I can't help but let out a snort. I was the one they did dirty and she chose to apologize to Ivan. And Ivan, being an idiot, forgave her easily. If he had to forgive her so easily, then why was he angry in the first place? I would have understood if she had asked for my forgiveness but she didn't have the courtesy to apologize. I shook my head in disappointment as I gazed out of the small window. The weather today is gloomy, just like my life. It has been raining heavily all day and I'm almost sure it's going to be the same for a couple more days. "Jasmin," I heard Ivan calling me. I assume from living. Swinging my
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"What the fuck is happening here?" A familiar voice resonates throughout the room. I immediately recognized the voice as David's and quickly swirled around to face him, disbelief prominent on his face. My whole being froze in fear. Oh my god, how did he come here? I tried to scurry away but Dean was swift to hold on to me and pulled me to him, wrapping his arm around my waist. "Dean, please let me go," I whispered yelled only for him to hear. "Don't worry, I'm here," he replied calmly. How can he stay calm in this situation? Oh god, if Ivan comes to know about this, he will surely torture me before killing me. "I said what the fucking hell was happening here?" David said directly, looking at me. I don't know why I'm the one who is always being integrated. Dean is also here. Why not ask him? Why only me? "I -I" I attempt to speak while finding it hard to get the words out. It's as if my tongue got twisted and I am incapable of le
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I lifted my hand and softly knocked at the door. I still don't know why he had called me. I just hope I'm not in trouble. I heard a faint 'come in' from the other side of the room. Pushing the door open, I entered the room with timid small steps and stopped right in the middle of the room. I find him across the room sitting on the expensive white couch with his leg wide open. All his attention was focused only on the mobile screen. I just waited there waiting for him to say something but he didn't even bother looking at me. If he had to act like I was invisible, then why call me? I was getting more and more anxious with each passing time and it was starting to get annoying. "Did you call me?" I finally broke the eerily silence as it became unbearable. He lifted his head for a brief second before going back to his cell phone. "Have a seat" I just stayed planted at my place, not really wanting to be anywhere near him. He doesn't l
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