Novel & Cerita Beautifully Damaged

Damien's expression shifted slightly as he took in her disheveled appearance. Blood streaked down her neck, and bruises marred her delicate skin. Her forehead was still bleeding from a gash, and her swollen cheek was evidence of the violence she had endured. The temperature in the warehouse dropped and everyone felt a murderous aura while Damien hands balled into fists at his sides as anger flared within him—not at her, but at the ones who had dared to hurt her.

Her mind was shattered, completely broken with dark, addictive pleasure. She looked up at him with glassy, desperate eyes and whispered hoarsely: “More… Please… Destroy me again.” Damien stared down at her and smiled fir the first time, his massive cock still rock hard and dripping. “Turn over. I’m going to give it to you until you can’t even crawl.”

"Val, are you okay? You're hurt! You’re bleeding so much!" I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the wreckage on the marble, the jagged white islands of ceramic surrounded by a growing sea of crimson. It was a beautiful color, really. Bright, vivid, and finally, undeniably real. I looked up at her and forced a small, reassuring smile.

" Alora sang beautifully, each word rolling off her tongue with so much emotion. I stared at Alora, her face was calm and there was a sad smile on her lips. I looked down at her fingers against the piano. Her fingers had tiny cuts on them and her wrist was visible to me, scarred and bruised. But despite the damage that had been done to her fingers, each time she pressed the keys, a beautiful melody rang after it. How could such tiny fingers with so many scars and cuts produce such beautiful music? How could a broken slave sing so beautifully? How could someone as beautiful as Alora be this broken? She was so sweet and innocent and naive to everything around her. How could anyone take such a

Her face warmed at the thought he had already been on his way to see her. “Don't tell me you were just teasing me?” he said, humor in every word. "I look awful right now," she mumbled, her voice muffled by her hands. "They cut off so much of my hair. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?" Damien’s fingers gently tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You could never look ugly to me," he said softly, his eyes scanning her face with a look of tenderness that made her breath catch. He ran his hand over her uneven hair, a result of the doctors needing to shave part of it to treat her wound. "It doesn’t matter if they had to shave all your hair off; you’d still be the most beautiful

The pristine walls were splashed with water and torn petals, bleeding a deep, wounded red into the pale wood floors. But none of the physical destruction mattered. Nothing mattered except the man sitting in the dead center of the wreckage. Damian was slumped forward in the heavy leather armchair, his broad shoulders caved inward like a man carrying the crushing weight of a collapsed building. His crisp white dress shirt was unbuttoned, ripped at the collar, and entirely ruined. His silk tie was gone. And his hands—his large, beautiful hands that had held her so gently, so reverently that very morning—were dripping with fresh, dark blood. His knuckles were split completely open, the skin torn

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“I said no more tears, Rora.” He pulled back the blanket covering my upper half. My bottom half was still draped. The air kissed my scarred skin, and I tensed, he had torn my dress. He bent low and began kissing every visible scar. My breath caught, I gasped, my eyes fluttering closed as my body shivered beneath his touch. “I’m sorry… I wasn’t there to save you.” he whispered against my skin. “My beautiful Aurora… I adore you.” his voice cracked. “No! Damon, don’t call me beautiful. I’m damaged… I’m not beautiful.” I cried suddenly, turning my face away.

“She told me… she told me about my dad. How I was working so hard to pay for his medical bills. She said… she said you only loved damaged women. That they make you feel powerful. That I’m just a broken thing you want to fix.” The words were a physical punch to Damian. His face went white, a profound and horrifying rage crossing his features. The muscles in his neck and jaw stood out, stark against his pale skin. He was silent for a long moment, the air thick with his fury, before he pulled out his phone.

“I got this” I feel defeated and I leave the room as Meme returns into the room with the clothes for Loyalty. Some of the women have started cleaning Sofie’s splattered blood from the walls and floor, and I sink onto the couch. “Man, she fucking tore Sofie up”, says Dan.