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"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

After what seem like decade , the car stopped , and this man quickly open his side of door and closed it with a bang. He came to my side, while taking long strides, and open my side of door and pull me out while holding my arm in a tight grip. He again started dragging me, as I kept on stumbling, due to which my slippers got out of my feet in the way. I saw that he was dragging me towards a very beautiful villa.    There were few bulky men like before, who were standing straight in the way like soldiers. He opened the front door and without any warning throw me inside. I stumbled very badly and fell down on the floor and a scream left my mouth.

I stood in front of few guys who really looked like dangerous goons who is ready to take a life at that instant. " Strongest we have now is smack... " I frowned at him hearing that name. " It's Heroine .....but amount will be what we say and no bargaining . Deal or ....." " Deal " I replied before letting him complete. Like that our deal is made and I got what I wanted. ................. An anonymous world ....... I felt like I am traveling through such a world after taking that drug. A smooth and calm experience where there is nothing to make me disturbed. I was someone who is floating like a weightless body through that world without worrying about anything happening around him.

The night before our engagement party. My fiancé's childhood sweetheart, Isabella, said she had a "family welcome" for me. A little tradition, she said. For a "nobody." She tricked me. Lured me to the family's private boathouse on the lake. Then she opened the floodgates. Let the freezing lake water pour in. Icy water seeped over my ankles. On the shore, guests from the five Chicago families. They held their drinks. They watched me struggle. Watched me fight for my life. She smiled like an angel. Her words were pure poison. "Doesn't Alessia know all about rules? Let's see how low she'll go for Nico." My fiancé, Nico Falconetti, heir to the family, stood by the warm bonfire. Watching me acros

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He approached her and crouched down to her level. Rayleigh glared at him. The drool from the Scout Demon streamed down her arm and her shirt tore in multiple places. "Where did you bring me?" She demanded of him. "Oh honey, if you couldn't tell already." He smirked at her as he reached across and grabbed a few strands of her hair between his fingers. "You're in Hell." Her eyes darkened. "That much is obvious, dumbass. Which Hell?"

Sasha said still trying to understand the reason they would go that far “I don't feel bad for switching back to them, they were not about to make me look bad in front of many people.” Just as she finished, Helen stormed toward them, her face flushed with anger. She was still wearing Sasha’s gown, and the humiliation she had experienced was clear in her furious expression. “You!” Helen spat, glaring at Sasha. “You drugged me! You put me in that room with Jonathan!” Sasha crossed her arms, meeting Helen’s gaze evenly. “I didn’t drug you, Helen. You drugged yourself. I just turned the tables on you and Jonathan’s disgusting plan.”

“I can’t see anything from here sir, I promise.” “No, cameras?” “No cameras at all, I would have locked the doors if I knew you were busy,” the man defended. “Come on, let us leave already, we have already traumatized someone,” I said, adjusting my clothes. "Stop biting your lips, it is not happening.” He laughs again and adjusts his clothes. We got out of the car to meet the traumatized man’s eyes. He is trying his best to act normal, but he is failing. We thanked the driver for the ride, and someone was already taking our bags, “welcome to Gold Heights Mr. Duncan, my name is Charles Dolowitz.”

Then, I stabbed him repeatedly in the heart until he collapsed in a pool of blood, no longer able to move. My tears blurred my vision, and I passed out.

A look of confusion clouded his eyes as a massive, menacing face loomed out of the void before him. He spoke instinctively, his voice trembling. "Who are you? Who am I? Why am I here?" The monstrous face responded, its tone devoid of emotion. "You don’t need to know that. All you need to understand is this: you violated our deal. So now, I’ve come to claim the rest of your time." ... Lucas Smith was dead. His roommates discovered it the next morning when they tried to wake him up for class, only to find he was no longer breathing.