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They both nod their heads in agreement and we walk toward the holding cells. I open the gate for Bobby’s cell and he looks miserable, he has lost a lot of weight, and he was beaten to a pulp almost unrecognizable. That’s how I like them. Today he dies. I don’t care what he has to say anymore. I haven’t been dealing with him, it has been Theo and Elliot, but his last breath will be on my hands. “Killian, take me out of here son”, he says and I can’t help but chuckle. His dying eyes are glued to mine as I walk to him and punch him straight in the face. He screams in pain and that feed my soul That’s exactly what I need.

For a mature audience only! This book contains explicit content with violence, murder, torture, psycological abuse, depression, suicide attempt, rape, noncunsensual and forced sex. This is a fictional story and my opinion is that any form of nonconsensual and forced sex is considered rape, unless it has been consented in advance. I don’t believe it is right for any man or woman to abuse another person, like Alessio does, in a relationship or outside one.

he tone was low and promising. Audrey shivers in fright remembering how he killed that man In the underground dungeon."w-will you kill me?" She stutters. "no!" Cannon said, " killing you will be a waste. I will make you pay, in the sexiest, painful, pleasurable and sinful of ways", "you will be my snack, lunch, supper, dinner and breakfast fast. I will make you want me so badly that every time you set your eyes on me, you get wet without me trying"

“You call this luck? To be bound in chains, to be displayed like an object, to lie on this bed as if comfort could erase humiliation?” Their faces hardened, but I didn’t stop. My voice rose, every word slicing through the air. “Listen to me, pests. I cannot be bought. I will never be bought. You dare say I… a god, am lucky to be sold for two hundred million? That price cannot even scrape the edge of my worth. Not in this world. Not in any world.” The walls seemed to vibrate with the force of my words, and I could see their mortal expressions flicker with something between fear and annoyance. But I didn’t care.

God. Right in front of everyone. Fair. Without shame. Reasonable. Without fear. God. The crime wave continued. Fair. And unfortunately— Reasonable honestly. Peanut was only getting started.

“Dealers. They’re the ones I owe for the packages I sold.” “Jesus Christ, do you hear yourself?” Camile shouts. “You turned into a junkie. I can’t believe you did this shit with your life!” “I’m not a junkie! I don’t use, I just sell!” “And the third guy?” I interrupt. “The one who showed up and saved you? Who is he?” “Truth is, he didn’t save me.” “From what I saw, he stopped the other guy from beating you to a pulp.” “That third guy, his name is Don. He’s the devil. He gave me a death sentence.”

"What sins have the Payne family committed? We had fed him, clothed him, and put him through college. In the end, he did all sorts of heinous acts." "Woman, that damned thing was spoiled by you! You had spoiled him too much since he was a child. He is now a criminal because you've spoiled him! Look at him now. He actually is capable of murder and arson! God! We have lived here for generations, and we have never had any black sheep of the family like this. This damned person. We definitely have to cut all ties with him! We have never had such a person in the Payne family!"

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I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

I folded my hands in my lap and focused on the grain of the wood in front of me, counting the lines until the trial began. The charges were read slowly, each word landing like a weight. Fraud. Murder. Child trafficking. Each crime carried years, lifetimes of punishment. I looked at Charles as the list went on, searching his face for something—fear, anger, regret—but he showed none of it. He listened like a man hearing a story he already knew by heart.