TRUTH WE DIDN'T SAY OUT LOUD Since it's been a while since I last updated, here is a little preview of what happened last time.xoxo The man quickly grabbed Ayushi's hand pushing them behind her back. "What the fuck?" She yelled. "Ace what the hell do you think you are doing?" She struggled to try to break free from the hold. He didn't say anything to her just dropped one of his hands into a pocket to bring out a syringe. She was confused and started about what is happening. before she can say anything he comes around her back and the next thing she feels is a needle harshly injected into her neck. Now she is imprisoned in Nicolas's basement, the same guy that genuinely intrigued her. The same guy she thought she would miss once she go back running in the night. But fate has other plans. And believe it or not, fate is laughing at her face saying, "bitch, you thought?" ___fuck my life, fuck my life, fuck my life.What in hell. Eden and his brother are fucking criminals and nob

HERE BEGINS THE LIES______________my slave I drain half the bourbon in my glass. This may not be the ideal way but this way is more fun, the only thing that is leaving a bitter taste in my mouth is the lie I told her. I told her if she meets my demands I'll consider negotiating a deal for her. I told her the Americans will come for her because they will. but making a deal for her? that part is not true, no one, least of all a girl is worth that much. She will have to tell me where the drive is and then she has to die. Her fate is sealed and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The only thing I'm willing to do is to let her go alive from here but that is her choice. It can only happen if she tells me where that drive is. which she won't. I adjusted my slacks. What in God's name is wrong with? I'm already hard, imagining her taut, little body naked and riding my cock. Those innocent lips around my dick. My fingers in her cunt and ass. "Fuck." She's consuming every corner of

GOT A SECRET CAN YOU KEEP IT, SWEAR THIS ONE YOU WILL SAVE __A little warning: I didn't proofread this. So if you find any grammatical mistakes. Please try to ignore it. ______"Go Sit." I quietly nodded my head at Cynthia taking a vacant seat at the table. I stared at my feet noticing the worn-out slippers they have given me, I don't like them at all. The clothes I'm wearing are also not really my style, they are nice, yes but they are not mine. This is not even the place, I spent my first night with Nicolas. I miss my things, my shoes, my clothes, and my fucking laptop. I have worked hard for the life I wanted to live and I can't just let something take away everything I have. It may say it's shallow of me, but I like materialistic things, I want my clothes to have my smell, the room I'm staying in to have my vibe. A dark chuckle left me at the thought of the situation I'm in. I swear to god if I didn't do something quick I'll become psycho. I don't even have my phone on me,

CAN SEE MY DOWNFALL FROM SIX FEET ABOVE __I tapped my pointy red hells on the floor, looking around the house. The place is filled with glittery females and men dressed in cold dark colors. I noticed one in particular, she looks young around barely 18 I think.Ironic enough I wonder. To be seen makes people feel naked- and then some people actually strip naked, however still as strangers to the world. Everyone is caged inside a little box of mystery, secrets, and pain. I think all we ever want is something with the right key to let us free. I filled my tray with drinks and arranged a bottle onto it. "You look gorgeous, here have some water," I complimented and have her the water bottle to the girl dancing around these men. I have no idea what is wrong with all the people here, calling these girls names and saying really dirty things to her. These girls are artists and they are doing their job, an amazing one at that."Thanks, I-" Her mouth opened in refusal but before she can say

Misery loves company ____"I should warn you, I'm going to give you one more chance before I look into it myself," he says taking a sip of his coffee. We came back home first thing in the morning - wait not home prison. this place is not my home can never be it.I took a huge bite from my bagel, admiring the taste. Food with him is the only time I'm allowed to eat as much as I want. And I'm not wasting this opportunity "What are you talking about?" I asked still flushed about our activities from yesterday. "I have your little book."of course, he has it. Her number is in there. A mischievous smile crept my face, even if he has her number there is not much he can do. The most he will know the number is registered American. "how about we make a deal?" His perfect brow lifted. "what deal?" "you can have my little diary in return you give me my phone back," I said with a grin plastered on my face. he literally rolled his eyes at me faint amusement visible on his face. "you are n