Novel & Cerita Confessions Of An English Opium-eater

“If you had listened properly to my conversation with Jason the other night, you would have heard him say something about me alleviating my guilt. Well, he was referring to Melissa. I made a huge mistake with her and it cost her wellbeing.” “You locked her up in this same library until, she fell sick with opium overdose and battery didn't you?” I asked. “The same opium you have been attempting to feed me and the same inhuman treatment I have been getting from you.” “Yes,” he answered with a mysterious smirk. “You are very right. I can see that you have indeed been doing researches. Aha,” he exclaimed, as his eyes landed on the rusty knife which now laid on the floor.

We collapsed against the desk, panting, sweat-slicked and spent. But as I caught my breath, reality crept back in. The hospital bills. The contract. The thirty days. I’d sold myself to save my mother, but what was I losing in the process? My dignity? My soul? Or was I discovering something else entirely—something dark and hungry within me that only Alexander could unleash?

It was soft and lacy. I pulled it out, and my face went hot. Underwear. My cheeks burned. I shoved it back into the bag like it had caught fire. Luca. My heart was pounding. Before I could process everything and let the embarrassment sink, my alarm went off and I knew I had to prepare for work. —·—·— When I stepped out. The morning crowd was thin. The road was filled with old men nursing coffee in the street. Everyone was living their lives. I arrived at the eatery and walked towards the counter. A guy with tired eyes stood.

“Now, would you like to tell me about your problem, Mr. Potter?” I felt so awkward that I blushed, and that did not happen very often. I was even stuttering while I confessed my darkest sins. “I’m a manwhore.” There. I said it; the fact that had been suppressed and ignored for so many years. But that’s exactly what I was. Unfortunately, the doctor misunderstood a bit. “You sell services? Like a prostitute?” he asked with raised eyebrows. “No!” Then I thought for a moment and chuckled to myself. “Although, I would probably be pretty loaded if I did.”

He was charming in a lethal wayb and every word he said made it harder to maintain the armor I’d built. The dinner went for hours. His associates exchanged stories about drug shipments and bodies dumped in canals like they were trading stock tips. I sipped water and listened. Every detail was ammunition. Every smile from Nikolai was a taunt. He had no idea I was the pin under the elephant's foot. Eventually the night advanced and everyone was starting to leave until I was left alone with him. He leaned back and stretched as if he hadn’t just spent hours surrounded by monsters. I tried to imagine the kind of man he would have been if he hadn't become a criminal but I came out blank. A crimina

"No, I am going to feed you. Open your mouth immediately." The porridge tasted entirely bland, yet I forced myself to swallow it down. In the heavy intervals between each spoonful, he suddenly inquired in a chillingly detached tone, "Disclose to me precisely what business you had at a nightclub venue that culminated in you consuming a drug of that nature?" I froze completely, panic flaring as my mind scrambled to construct a plausible narrative. "I... I was merely enjoying a night out with my peers, Sir," I lied smoothly. He delivered another spoonful, his sharp, predatory eyes locking onto mine with absolute intensity. "So, you frequented that establishment for the explicit purpose of engag

Cassian Murmured After Cassian went quiet Lucien laid his hand against my thighs…I got so nervous that someone was going to spot us then he traced his finger to the slit of my dress…I tried to keep a straight face throughout the drive… He dug deeper… moving my tights to the side with his finger…I bit my lip to stop myself from breathing too loud… trying to stop myself from catching everyone else’s attention…He moved hid fingers in and then out for a couple of minutes while I seated there trying to stay sane when in reality I’m loosing my mind and dripping wet for him…He finally removes his hand and licks my cum off his fingers…I just stared at him nervously… “Delicious…” He murmured “Lucien…

She picked at the scone, taking a few bites as she kept her eyes down. I didn’t press her with questions or pressure her to return to the church. I just let her breathe. She continued to pick at the scone, eventually eating all of it and leaving only a few crumbs behind. “I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday.” “How was it?” “Loaded with sugar and fat…so it was fucking delicious.” I grinned before I took a drink.

He sat there as if he had just won a trophy, slowly and smugly eating his cereal like a supervillain from a movie. When he saw me, a cruel and knowing smile spread across his face. “Wow, Eleanor,” He sneered, “I didn’t know someone could be so incompetent—losing such a big, important shipment all at once. You know, you should leave the diamond smuggling business to me. You should really keep your focus on your engagement, clearly the diamonds must have been too much for you. Don’t worry, I’ll recover the goods myself—I wouldn’t want them to be lost again.”