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FABIOLA. “How would you like to be punished?” I met his gaze, my eyes glistened with unshed tears. What punishment would be greater than living a life like this?“Kill me.” The words left my mouth with ease that surprised me more than it did him. Yes, his eyes betrayed a flicker of emotion that lasted only for a second before he fixed his cold look back on. “Kill you?” He stopped leaning into the couch and arched his back, both elbows resting on his lap, those cold brown eyes on me. Uncle Robert was being tortured as we speak and might be killed if I don’t do as Mrs. Hawkeye asked but he won’t let me. Aunt Cathy’s flower shop, which was one of my favorite places to be, was presently being brought to the ground. It will only take a little time before I end my own life or Mrs. Hawkeye does the honor. I always blame myself for every disaster around me, my parents’ death, and this. Oh, I was just total bad luck, death would be doing me a favor if it visited. For what it's worth, I

FABIOLA. “What the hell did you drink?”This was the very first time I heard Tobias yell. He always appeared to be so in control of everything. His temper included. Why was he yelling? The truth was that I looked a mess, I shouldn’t have gone to that stupid shit of a party. I haven’t been sexually involved with anyone my entire life, not willingly. That doesn’t mean I’m totally oblivious, I’ve never practiced but I was well-versed. Sexual arousal was part of my predicament tonight, if not the major one. I was so needy. I needed help!“Don’t I deserve an answer?” His baritone brought my attention back to him. “I don’t know, someone handed me a soft drink, then I started to feel like shit, then Lan gave me an actual drink and it got worse. I think the juice is the problem…. oh God, I need to get out of this dress,” I explained breathlessly as I struggled to reach for my zipper. “Go up to your room and take it off,” his stern voice commanded. I looked up at the stairs that now look

FABIOLA. I did my best to avoid Molly all through the week. We once had a brief conversation that I didn’t give the chance to last more than ten seconds. I was confused about who to believe or blame for what happened that night, so I just acted like it never happened. I was just a little dizzy and that’s all that happened. Lan was the last name or last person I wanted to think of at this moment. I didn’t respond to his texts, and I made sure not to wander around campus corners where he could be. He texted me ‘good morning’ for two days, once each morning. I never responded, and he understood that I didn’t want to talk, so he let me be. He has not texted since then. “Fab, down here,” Sarah beckoned me to climb down the stairs faster. I had done a lot of pleading to get her to call me by my name. It was Friday night, one week after my party experience. “What’s it?” I hurried down to find her with a box. “It’s a dress, sire sent it.”My face dropped, I had hoped it was something e

FABIOLA. My eyes slowly opened to be welcomed by the blurry sight of Tobias back view. He was shirtless or was I seeing things? He had his back turned to me, searching through the wardrobe. There was something written on his back with jet-black ink that shined under his skin. I couldn’t see what was written, I needed my glasses. Where were we and why was he shirtless?I tried to sit up but the pain in my head doubled and I winced. He slowly turned to fix his bored eyes on me. His eyes remained on me for a while before turning back to the wardrobe. “Alive?.”“Uhmm, yes.” I held my throbbing head. “Where is this?”“Third floor, Mravle hotel.” His tone was flat and unconcerned. Was I supposed to know where that was? I wanted to know why we’re here? Why didn’t he just take me home?“What’s the time?” I muttered to myself, searching the bed space for my phone.“1am.” He shut the wardrobe with a soft thud and faced me, his rock hard abs in full display. I was gawking, I knew but I c

TOBIAS. In the backseat of the car, she looked up at me with those innocent blue eyes, looking helpless like always.My confession is that I find her pleasing to some extent. She was pretty and I couldn’t help but imagine how those buggy pretty eyes of hers would roll while she chokes on my dick. I had thought this part of me was dead till she showed up from whatever party that was in a red figure-hugging dress, the view of her hard nipples was the highlight of it all. Ace could be telling the truth, maybe I was living in denial. No man can gain enough satisfaction with just his hands, especially with other tantalizing options around. Within the years, I’ve seen some fuckable ladies that had me wanting to bend my rules but that hunger lasted for a couple of seconds, it disappeared and never returned. I think this was a bit harder because she was living with me and bearing the title of a wife, my wife. She was innocent and delicate. I had taken a liking to her personality since the