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My eyes turned blurry with tears, and the pain was so unbearable. He... He slapped me! I moved a little under the force of his slap. It took a few seconds to recover from it, and then I turned to look at him with my teary eyes, which were wide open in shock. He grabbed my hair without giving me a second and said in his deep dark voice, "Obey me! If you dare to deny my orders, you will go through hell-like punishments." While staring at me with those intimidating eyes that I once fell in love with, but right now, they are unrecognizable.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains descriptions of emotional abuse, physical assault, choking, violence, and psychological trauma. This chapter includes difficult themes such as emotional distress and moments of physical conflict. Reader discretion is advised. I stood for a few seconds, somewhat paralysed. I shunned myself and forced my knuckle to tap the door. It was a pathetic attempt, but he heard it. "Yes?" Liam asked harshly, and I already regretted my decision.

"If I am to watch my steps in your presence then you must tell me, I do not wish to disobey you?" "You do not?" A growl appeared on his face at my meek answer. "Then we will see how obedient you are, undress me." I was expecting this, still, yet color flooded into my face, so both cheeks were now equally red. He stood at akimbo, watching me with a slant smile. I hated him. Hated getting anywhere near him or touching him. And he knew that was the reason he was doing this. This was just another punishment. Treating me no better than an Omega- no, more like a slave. His personal slave.

His bloodshot eyes grew large with recognition. "Beloved," he breathed. "You return to me at last." The word came out of my mouth in two different voices, one on top of the other. Mine and hers. "I was never your beloved. I was your prisoner." I took a step and power crept up into me with every step forward. The ground at my feet shone with silver. The shadows recoiled at my light.

But I'm not looking forward to returning to that house. not wanting to confront that drunken man, nor his punches, slaps, kicks or sexual assault Yes, my life is truly lovely. ______________________________________________________ The second chapter !! Hope you all like it. Word Count: 873

He then says with a satisfied pleasure " Baby girl I will not take you against your wish but I have to teach you to whom you belong. You belong to me remember? You are mine. Yours every part of the body is mine to touch mine to kiss mine to fuck. I thought I will go easy on you but you became more disobedient and daring now remember to follow every rule I set and follow my order. If you tried to escape again remember I will break you until you agree to be with me". Although Luna passes out, she heard everything Alexander said to her. Her cheeks, mouth and eyes were dry from crying. She can't speak. She was in great pain her lower part was painting. she felt like dying and then living with th

'Your pursuit of happiness is futile; we will strip you of joy and replace it with our dominance. 'Shut up and give me what I always desired.' Charles intervened, his voice filled with anger and determination. 'No...' I shouted defiantly, my voice filled with determination. 'I refuse to let your darkness consume me.' 'You don't have a choice, but we do...' they said as darkness engulfed both me and Charles in its suffocating grip. Panic surged through my veins, but I refused to give in. But I was too weak to fight against the overwhelming power of the darkness. It engulfed us completely, leaving us helpless and at its mercy.

Whether they came at me separately to enjoy their own private toture or enjoying their sadistic sport of tag teaming until I was a pitiful, sobbing mess, I was at their mercy day after day. Chilling eyes would follow me gleefully as I scurried around fearfully in the house I lived in. Painful jabs and insults would be sent my way without hesitation. I could actually be having a good day. Waking up without my brain muddled with the messy vines I called negative thoughts. It wouldn’t take long for either one of them to plant the seeds to make them return and grow. The nasty words weaved cruelly, tearing apart any positivity I had spouted.

For months, I stripped, and I never saw this kind of payment. Now I understood why he was called the boss. I’d never been like this—not even once. But a strange new feeling was creeping into me. A sliver of hope. Could I really be free soon? If I kept pleasing him like that, maybe… just maybe, I could finally pay off the debt. I gasped in relief and let my head fall back onto the bed. Maybe this nightmare would end sooner than I expected. And with all this tug-of-war in my head, I finally drifted to sleep.

But, irrespective of what would happen, my man wouldn't leave me. He was mine. Just mine. Yes, this was an obsession. Who cared? Not me. *** (How's this chapter? Don't forget to leave a review/comment!)